Exhausted, Elena melted into Ethan's embrace. They lay spooning, their bodies still damp from the shower they'd shared after their fun, pressed tightly together.
His left hand slid beneath her, tenderly caressing the smooth plane of her slender belly.
His right rested on the soft swell of her breast, the warm, supple flesh molding perfectly to his palm, the full, pillowy weight of her breast jiggling gently against his palm with every tender squeeze, her dark nipples grazing the edge of his hand.
"Are you going to advance to the third stage now?" Elena murmured, her voice barely a whisper as she savored the warmth of his touch.
"Yes…" He brushed a stray lock of her short black hair from her eyes. "But I can sleep by your side and go later, if you want."
"No." Elena nestled her head against his chest. "Evelyn would be unhappy if she knew you were putting your advancement on hold for something so small… With her talent, her own advancement will be very fast."
