Clara was amazed at his gentle way he kissed her throat. His lips causing her to shiver, not from the cold, but from the heat between them. Her pulse was racing by the time he passionately kissed her, like he had down below. Dukey's questions were barely heard when he took her face in his hands. His tongue tracing her lips, both her hands went to his arms, then to his chest pulling at his shirt to expose his muscular chest.<br/><br/>Dukey touched her between her legs, she almost jumped up. His hand so hot, and the touch caused rippling sensation. She let out a gasp when he touched her there. She nodded she understood when he said he would be gentle as possible.<br/><br/>She looked at his erection, her hands softly enveloped his manhood. Caressing it, getting the feel of his hardness, she began stroking him gently. Clara was getting to know Dukey, intimately.