CLIO
I bit my lip in heady anticipation as he took my hands.
“Clio, there is no special trick to touching me.” He looked at me carefully, the corner of his mouth rising. “I’m giving you control now—do what you want to do to me enthusiastically, and I promise I’ll love every second of it,” he said.
He placed my hands on his chest, then put his on my hips, holding me close to him but still giving me free reign.
I didn’t know where to start, so I did what I liked so far and kissed him. It started tentative at first, but just like all our other kisses, it very quickly spun out of control.
During the kiss, my hands started to roam. I petted the beard scruff on his jaw with one hand while the other one wandered down.
I decided immediately that I liked the way the hair of his chest tickle
