Summer giggled and squirmed, caught between the tickle of his mouth at her bellybutton and the pleasure of his hands stroking her skin. “Isaac … what are you planning down there?” She felt a little strange, helplessly waiting for whatever it was he would do, unable to touch him because he was out of reach. It felt unequal. It wasn’t that she was worried about what was going on, just that not being /able/ to immediately reciprocate felt odd.
“I…I want to kiss you…” he whispered and lay down in between her legs, curling his fingers loosely around her legs to gently coax them apart, eyes darting up to hers for approval. He knew that she wanted to touch him too, but for now, he simply wanted to enjoy her, make her feel good.
“K—?” Oh. /Oh./ He wanted — she blushed hotly. Wouldn’t the hair bother him? Her previous boyfriend had never — with him it had been all hands. Not that she’d complained, but — didn’t guys usually prefer to do that to girls who shaved there? She spread her legs apart in silent acquiescence, toes curling with anticipation.