Zaleria's night II

Cain remembered how she brought him here, this was a place he lived in for a long time.

Cain rested on the bed and stretched his arms, this was the room Zaleria used as her room in the past life.

"Should we start normally?" Cain asked patting the bed. He then asked her to sit down.

Zaleria stared at him a bit confused, she sat beside him and slightly cocked her head. "Normally?"

Cain smiled, gently rubbing her thigh. "I know what you really want…but that. It is going to be left for last." His hand gently rose across her stomach and into her chest.

"What do I really want? Like what?" She sneaked her hand onto his thigh, trying to get a feel for him.

Cain slowly moved his hand toward her neck, "You're like Klara, but even more. Or should I say, most of you Reds are like this?" His hand slowly made its way to her cheek and combed through her hair. Making a gentle pull at last.

"Aren't you getting it in reverse?" She tightened her grip on his meat.