Marc's hand did not stop cruising down her backside until he cupped Gabi's ass firmly in his hand. He melted at the feel of it, squeezing while he continued to nip at her earlobe.<br/><br/>He put his bourbon down on the end table behind her, beside the armoire, stocked full of supplies. He kissed from her ear down along her neck and collarbone, then back up. He looked for signs that she'd have a proper kiss, he knew not all swingers liked that. If so, he would kiss her deeply, a hand at the back of her hair, gripping it.  When in a mood like this he could get very domineering, though he liked to think it was in a good way, his good nature followed him even into that stupor. His tongue danced along her lower lip and tried to meet hers.<br/><br/>Either way, his lips kept at it, sucking and nipping at her flesh. "Let's find a nice spot to get comfortable." He whispered. He grabbed a few things he thought might come in handy, and lead her toward a loveseat, where they could see the rest of the action. He pulled her down into his lap, his back to her, as his hands slowly moved up to cup her breasts in his hands, squeezing firmly. She could feel his impressive arousal underneath her as he continued to suck at her neck and earlobe.