i'll keep it movin' and try to get out. somehow.

Even if Mike tried hiding his arousal, it’d be a futile attempt. There was no way she couldn’t feel his length poking at her from underneath his jeans. The constant teasing was driving him mad. He loved the way she took control, tilting his chin upwards. Her soft lips mapping out his jawline and neck. Mike had been sparing every ounce of constraint for this moment but even so, he found himself fighting a battle that no man could possibly win. With one little word he found himself completely dense. He doesn’t hesitate. He kisses her softly, gently drawing her bottom lip between his. Always quite the multitasker, Mike lets his hands roam her body before deciding to place both hands on her bottom. With a swift motion, he switched up the position.  For this, he wanted to be in the dominant position.

He kissed her hard, gently tugging at her bottom lip before releasing it. The taste of raspberry stained his lips and he had to go in for one more kiss.  Mike then traveled downwards, kissing the top of her cleavage while his hands slid inside her shorts. He had half the mind to rip her shorts off right then and there and really taste her, but he wanted her to want it. Beg for it. Mike wanted to watch her slowly come undone by his hands. Mike rubbed her clit through her underwear in painfully slow motions. He couldn’t help but watch her face as he touched her. But just as soon as he started, he stopped. Leaning his forehead on her own. “So tell me,” he began, moving his hand from inside her shorts to her hips. A tongue ran across his lips as he pushed himself up against her. Mike shifted, placing her thighs on his own hips. “How do you want it?” He uttered lowly, kissing her in between each word. “Which one do you want to ride first? Him?” He gently pushed up against her again as the word ‘him’ left his mouth. “Or my face?”

MERCEDES JONES

The first kiss is completely exploratory. Mercedes is surprised by Mike's subtle approach. She'd had him pegged as... much more of a go-getter. While his kiss soft almost bordering on relaxing, his hands are doing what she expected his mouth to be doing. Mike hands are downright disrespectful, gripping her ass as if it'll take him to heaven. And she has plans to try to see if his own beliefs are true. When she lands on her back, all she can do is gasp in shock. Her upper hand with Mike is gone, and now all Mercedes can do is buck her hips in vain attempts to cool the low burning, pooling in her stomach. The sound that came from Mercedes lips is almost pathetic when he unlatches his lips from her own to kiss the skin open at her cleavage. And the low burn, turns into a flame, licking her insides, as she feels his hand sink into her shorts. This situation has to change, because she'll be a wet mess by the time he's through with her. Not that the thought isn't completely delightful, but just sitting and taking has never been Mercedes' style.