I grabbed your hair and pulled your head back, revealing your neck. A faint scent of rose in the air – or maybe it was my imagination. I began kissing you and gently bit your ear, and I could feel you experience a slight tickle as you intensely gripped my shoulders. Those lush, inviting lips gave me a momentary sense of completeness.
My hand grabbed your hip and I pushed us towards the concrete wall, and your back flinched as you felt the cold gently seeping into you while trapped between me and the wall.
I began rubbing you off and I could soon feel my fingers getting damp. Your eyes were closed, brows raised and we continued kissing as my fingers massaged you. I moved to your breasts, my tongue gliding over your nipples. I bit you again, and again, and you sighed.
Your face said it all – a lipbite trying to hold back the moan, a pure expression of ecstasy combined with pleasure and pain that satisfied me more than being inside you would have, and I had to take a moment to come to my senses to cherish having you with me.