S broke the silence.
“Is it okay if I touch you here?”
M squeezed his eyes shut. His face was beet red.
He nodded meekly.
Her arm wrapped around his waist as she stood behind him in the dim, tepid room.
“Hmmm?”
Her sweet voice seemed to float above the soft hum of the fan in the corner.
“Is it okay?”
Her hair gently tickled his ear as she nuzzled her head against him, tenderly kissing his neck and jawline.
The sound of distant thunder echoed through the open windows. The rain seemed to be stopping.
M could hardly get his words out.
“Yes. Please.”
She smiled.
“Aww…”
Her hand had been resting on the clasp of his belt. She began to unbuckle it, sliding her other hand to his chest to hold him still.
His arms hung tense at his sides, locked inside hers.
She cooed into his ear as she slipped off his belt with one outward tug.
“So…”
He gulped nervously.
She began to slide her hand under his jeans, over the fabric of his briefs. His face felt hot.