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Re: Mark & Chelle -- Saturday December 30th, early afternoon -- SMUTTY
Honestly, Chelle wasn't usually one to get so caught up in a kiss so quickly. In her defense, though, she'd had a lot to drink and Mark was an exceptional kisser. It felt like an exceptional kiss, anyway, but that could have been the liquor talking.

She was barely conscious of Mark sitting down and pulling her into his lap. She was barely conscious of anything but his lips pressed against hers. Really, it should be illegal for anyone to taste and feel so good.

"Mmmm, Mark." She hummed with pleasure against his lips as his fingers trailed over her neck. She wasn't sure why, but that felt impossibly good and she didn't resist in the slightest when he pulled at her. Why would she want to pull away from something that, for the moment, felt so good?

It could've been the punch talking, but Mark liked to think that she was enjoying herself because he was exceptionally good at what he was doing. Of course, he'd always had a healthy ego.

His hands moved to her hips as he deepened the kiss, and he pulled their bodies roughly together.

"So hot," he breathed as he pulled his lips from hers and began to trail heated kisses along the line of her jaw and down the side of her neck. She tasted amazing. A hum built in the back of his throat as he nipped and sucked at her skin.

At this point, he wasn't even considering pulling away.

Mark was definitely good at what they were doing. That was Chelle's current opinion on the matter, anyway, and that was really what was important if you asked her -- whether or not she thought he was good.

"Guh." It was amazing how good it felt when he pulled at her a little roughly. "So good," she muttered. Chelle let out a moan when he kissed over the line of her jaw that was perhaps a little too loud, but her mind wasn't exactly on being quiet so they wouldn't be heard at the moment. Really, how was she supposed to stop and think of such practical matters when Mark's mouth had found the most perfect spot on her neck to kiss?

"Guh, Mark," she moaned as her nails scraped over his back and her body pressed encouragingly against his.

Encouraged by her reactions, Mark began to nip and suck a little more diligently at the side of her neck. They hadn't been doing this long enough to know exactly how to read her, but she was giving him a fair indication of what she liked.

His hips rolled up to hers when her fingernails scraped down his back, and a low groan built in his throat.

"So sexy," he murmured.

Mark deftly reversed their positions. Though one arm supported the bulk of his weight, he pressed his body firmly against hers. A voice in the back of his head told him that she probably wouldn't be giving in so easily if she hadn't been drinking, but he didn't care. He wanted this. She was reacting appropriately. That was all that mattered at the moment.

His lips pressed firmly to hers as his free hand began to move over her curves. Moments later, his hand was slipping down her side, over her hip, only to move back up, inching under the dress she was wearing over her bikini. It was entirely possible that he was working a little too quickly, but he was willing to take that risk.

They hadn't been doing this for more than a few minutes, but holy crap if he didn't seem to know just how and where to kiss and touch her.

Chelle probably wouldn't have allowed things to escalate quite so quickly if she'd been sober, but right now she was being led by desire and far too much vodka. All that seemed to matter in the moment was that this felt good. That she'd never actually gone much further than this before wasn't even a consideration.

It felt so smooth when he reversed their positions that she barely noticed. Then again, she was easily caught up in the feel of his body pressed against hers and his hand moving over her curves.

"Oh, guh, Mark," she groaned into the kiss.