He fastened his lips on her neck, just above her shoulder, and sucked. She still could not see the shirt she had tossed aside in her confusion. There was an exhilaration in the freedom his absence gave her. Did she just kiss him? The smithy had a big chimney with plenty of smoke rising from it. He instead asked “what should I learn next?”
They kept things professional after that. He could see almost to her puffy nipple. She wondered how boys did that, and why. A childhood working on his father’s farm had ensured he had the physique an impressionable girl such as Zanhass would like. It was a relief to know the hideout was just ahead. Kivan concentrated on his task. He could not concentrate. There was an exhilaration in the freedom his absence gave her. She did not know how ‘loving’ was supposed to end. Kivan pulled the shirt over her head and hung it on the nearby clothesline.
