Aisley arched into her husband's touch and closed her eyes. She knew him by feel, anyway, just as he'd learned her body astoundingly well. She knew where to trail her hands, where to pause-- Aisley would never have guessed her husband blind from this alone, this act of touch and connection. The fire was too low to let her see his features anyway, and the pleasure too great as he reached between her legs...

She had things to worry over, yes, but she could worry later. Piers shifted above her, ready as she was, to see them both to completion.