Keria didn’t need an excuse to touch him, though. Anyway, soon enough you caught me. XXX But something was edging in on Keria’s mind, something from that dark, murky time she thought of as “before Zethriel.” The memory wouldn’t be denied, and Keria groaned in annoyance as it surfaced. Somehow, such a simple gesture from him still thrilled her. We were as we were then: young. The tension in their loins had been sated and they could enjoy the simpler joy of simple contact. She leaned back into him as he leaned forward and kissed her neck, letting his hands slide up to cup her breasts. She watched him for another moment or so before resting her head on his shoulder again. They helped each other dry off, then settled back into their loving embrace and gentle rhythm.
