Marcus
As the shirt came off, a bit of sweat on his upper torso began to glisten off the store lights. He had been perspiring from anticipation.
Marcus perked up, as if waking up from a trance. "Oh," he said, his voice only just above a whisper and genuinly apologetic. "I suppose not every girl that likes being held captive likes pain. I'll remember that."
Caressing her cheeks with his finger and thumb, he locked lips with her once more, preforming the same actions but at a slower pace, awaiting her reaction. At the same time, he wrapped his arms around her upper back and squeezed her tightly, enjoying the feeling of her clothed breasts pressed against his bare chest.