Clarissa, now kneeling beside Julian's hip, looked at Dori with soft encouragement. "Touch him, Dori. Don't be afraid." To demonstrate, she leaned down and took one of Julian's nipples into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. A low, gratified groan rumbled in Julian's chest, his back arching slightly off the pad.
"See?" Clarissa murmured, her breath hot against his skin. "Connection. Feedback. It fuels the infusion."
Emboldened, Dori reached out a trembling hand. She placed her palm flat on Julian's chest, over his heart. It beat strong and fast against her skin. Tentatively, she leaned down and mirrored Clarissa, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to his other pectoral. The taste of salt and man was new to her.
"That's it," Julian's voice was a husky whisper above her. His hand came up to stroke her hair. "Don't hold back."
