C96 Chapter 96

Medora

Clyde kissed me, gently lapping on my lips like I was the most fragile thing in the world. His hand slid up my legs, caressing my thigh and squeezing softly.

“Hmmn,” he groaned. “I love every bit of you,” he said, kissing my cheek then my neck then my collar bone then my breasts.

I began to unbutton his shirt, trailing his toned chest. I reached for his pants and unbuttoned