Nose to nose, sweat dripping from his brow and down that handsome face, as he kisses and fends off my kinky bites, he slides me back down onto my back, under him on the bed for the last mile. I’m ravenous. Fired up on a healthy amount of extreme desire, horniness, longing and pretty much putty in his hands. Letting my wild side go to match his and leaving him covered in scratches and bites to mirror the finger marks and redness he is leaving on my skin from excessive manoeuvring. He can be gentle, sure, but holding me on his shoulders in mid-air while exploring me with his tongue...