Free It's All Greek to Me by MacAlister Katie Page B

her for another few seconds, and then his Adam’s apple bobbed. “I think the best feedback I can give you is going to be tactile.”
    “Tactile in what way?” she asked, looking at his penis. Although she normally was not at all attracted by men who had a lot of body hair, Iakovos’ was anything but off-putting. “As an aside, can we talk about your hair?”
    “Why not?” he said, making a gesture for her to proceed. “Do you mind if I lie down for this?”
    “No, go right ahead. It’s easier on my knees anyway.” She scooted over so he could have the bulk of the mattresses.
    He lay down, his hands behind his head, his penis pointing straight up. “You wish to discuss my body hair, I assume? I’m sorry if it offends you, but Greek men, as you may be aware—”
    “Oh, it doesn’t offend me at all,” she interrupted, stroking his chest. “Just the opposite. Your chest hair, for example, is so, so soft, I just want to bury my face in it.”
    “By all means, help yourself,” he said, gesturing toward his chest.
    She leaned forward, her breasts brushing his belly as she pressed her face to the center of his chest, licking the line between his pectorals. “Very soft.”
    “I’m glad to hear you think so,” he said politely, but she couldn’t help but notice his voice was starting to get rough again. “Just so you know, once you’re done cataloging my body hair, I will be taking my turn.”
    “I’m glad I shaved before I came to Greece, then,” she said, kissing first one nipple, then the other. She trailed a line of kisses over to one shoulder, then down the smooth, silky flesh of his bicep, down lower to his wrist. “Your arm hair is very soft, too. And I absolutely love your hands, but we’ll leave those for another time.”
    He lifted up his free hand to look at first its back, then its front. “You have the oddest likes of any woman I’ve ever met.”
    “Now, your leg hair is a smidgen sturdier than your arm hair,” she said, nipping at his hip before moving on to kiss a line straight down his heavy thigh muscle. “I like that you’re ticklish here, too, but I promise I won’t tickle you now. I think what I like most about your legs, while we’re on the subject, is that you don’t have beefy upper legs and scrawny lower legs. You have really fabulous calves, you know.”
    “I’m glad to know that all the time I’ve put into maintaining them has been worthwhile.”
    She glanced up from where she was kissing his knee and stroking his calf. “Do you do special exercises?”
    “No, sweetheart, I don’t.”
    “Oh. You’re being facetious.”
    “I was. I apologize. Are you through?”
    “Not quite. Your feet, Iakovos.”
    He lifted his head to look down the length of his body at them. “I have two.”
    “Yes. They are nice feet. I approve of them. However, I’m not going to suck on your toes, because frankly, the thought of that just makes my skin crawl. So if you harbor any fetishy sorts of thoughts about toe sucking, I’m afraid I’m going to have to disappoint you.”
    “To be honest, I’m not a big fan of it, either,” he said. “Now are you done?”
    “Almost. I haven’t discussed your pubic hair.”
    He laid back down and started laughing, his hands making vague gestures in the air.
    She propped her chin on his hipbone and waited until he was done. “You’re laughing at me,” she said finally, when his laughter had died down to a burble.
    He wiped his eyes and grinned. “With you, Harry, not at you.”
    “I’m trying to have a serious discussion—”
    His penis bobbed next to her head. Her lower lip quivered for a moment before she regained control. She cleared her throat. “Trying to have a serious discussion about your pubic hair, and you . . . you . . .”
    An odd little snorting noise emerged from her.
    He lay still, tears of laughter leaking from the sides of his eyes, waiting.
    “Oh god, I can’t do this,” she said, bursting into laughter, leaning