Post by mac on Nov 20, 2016 16:03:18 GMT
Cliff could feel Cleo’s hands climbing up his back, his senses on his skin heightening underneath the shirt. What would it be like to take off his shirt and feel her hands doing exactly what they were doing now? The thought sent a pleasant shutter throughout him. When she pressed her body against his Cliff felt a shutter go throughout his whole body as he groaned against her and moved closer to her again – causing them to nearly stumble towards the bed. At that feeling Cliff tightened his hold on her so that she wouldn’t fall backwards and get hurt.
Cleo grabbed the wine and drank directly from the bottle, pulling away with a wide grin. The sight of her doing that was shocking to Cliff but not in a bad way – his interest peaked and he grinned back as he took the bottle to help himself to another generous gulp. ”It’s kind of like indirect kissing, us sharing a bottle like this,” he said, though the time to be worried of that was long gone. Only an hour ago he never would have done this but in his mind all he could think was why not? There was nothing wrong and the worst that would happen would be that Cleo would stop this. And right now that didn’t seem like the worst that could happen. He’d laugh about it and then do something else -- but in the moment, it didn’t seem like she wanted to stop this. And he didn’t, either.
Cliff put the bottle of wine down on the nightstand beside the bed and grinned before he practically tackled Cleo down onto it – his hands moving farther up her shirt to touch her stomach. He brought his lips to hers again, and pressed his body into hers – that was enough, at this new angle, to elicit a moan from his lips as his mouth pressed into hers.