...er from shame or pleasure, she didn't know. She watched Mojo watch her. His chest was heaving and from the corner of her eye she saw he was already fully aroused. He raised her hips up and pulled her lower body over his bent knees. She felt herself turn away from their locked eyes and quickly jerked her gaze back. Mojo pressed against her and she obliged, wrapping her legs around his torso. They both held their breath as he slipped inside. In unison, they breathed out, a strange electrifying relief washing over them.
He pumped into her slowly, relishing her warmth enveloping him. She draped her hand on his arm. Her left arm was outstretched as she retracted her grip on the foot of the bed. He quickly leaned over to kiss her, drawing her tongue out immediately. Blossom played with the tip of his tongue, taking in the light groves of his taste buds and the smooth flesh under his tongue. He began to pull back but she nipped his tongue, eyeing him devilishly. He smirked, tugging back just as playfully.
She released his tongue and laid her head back down. Her hips swiveled against him, meeting his thrusts. In the end, he couldn't contain himself and he increased his pace. At times he slowed down, but it a second later he would be pumping into her with zeal, until finally he felt himself drain, releasing inside her. Even when he slid out, they kept they eyes on each other.
“You know that if we joined alliances we could change Townsville-- no, more. ...