He picks me up under the ass without breaking the kiss and sits me on a nearby desktop. His lips move to my cheeks, cheekbones, kissing, licking every inch of my face. He takes his time. He relishes. It descends to my neck and, on the verge of pain, bites the skin where the vein is beating, so that it leaves a bite mark, marking me that I am only him, as proof of this, he pulls my skin with his mouth with an effort, caresses his tongue, which leaves a hefty hickey , and my current shoots straight into the lower abdomen and a moan flies out of my...