“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.
Stilling and blushing darker as he eyed her nervously, he cast her a shy smile at her silent agreement and leaned forwards, pressing a simple kiss to her hipbone. “You’re sure? I’ve never…well, I’m going by what I’ve heard about, okay?” he murmured lowly and rubbed tenderly at her stomach, waiting for a final show of approval.
She nodded, face still hot. “I trust you,” she whispered. What was the worst that could happen? She wouldn’t like it. It’s not like there would be pain. And if she didn’t like it, she’d say so, and they would do something else. She made herself relax, made herself smile. A real smile. “Go on.”