John Clayton
Practice does it
CHAPTER ONE
"Will you marry me?"
"Oh, Davey, yes, yes, yes!"
He kissed her intensely and his arms cradled her in a pleasant cage. He pressed his lips against her cheek exhaling gently toward her ear. Kay's heart beat like a drum. His trembling hands roamed over her breast and the tip of his thumb circled on her bare nipple. Her blouse was still on her shoulders but unbuttoned all the way down the front, her full rich breasts next to his chest. He felt perspiration forming on his forehead. Her fingers were delicately fondling the hairs on the back of his neck.
"Ahhh. I'll make you as happy as I can, Kay."
"Whatever you do will make me happy."
He kissed her again and smeared his lips over her mouth and cheeks, halting at the side of her neck.
"Davey…"
"Yes."
"Don't leave a mark, please. I just don't like them."
"I thought I'd put thy brand on you."