Getting up was next to impossible just then; not only because trying to stand from a seated position was already a tad tough on his own, let alone trying to lift someone else as well, but also because every roll of her hips just sent his mind reeling as the friction drove the man wild. With a muffled groan against her lips Rigs continued kissing her back, but his hand moved to his belt for a moment only to pull his knife out at last. A second later the fabric of her shirt was cut down the center; her cut and flesh both completely unscathed, and after setting the knife aside both hands moved to peel off the top and cut...without the two of them ever having to stop the kissing at all. When he paused at last to catch a much needed breath Mike gazed up at her and smiled softly. Still panting a little he just drank in the sight of her before managing to speak at last. "Get that cock of mine out, babe...need to feel your touch so fucking badly."