It's electrifying, feeling his gaze upon her body like a physical caress, her own breath coming just a hint heavily at the sultriness of the moment. Despite her position on top, it feels a little vulnerable to reveal herself like this to him, to have all the focus on her; and yet, unbearably sexy.

Her lips curve into a small smile at the aborted question, gently grasping his wrists in her hands and directing his onto her stomach, pressing his palms to her bare skin. "Yes," she says simply, quietly, with a tiny intake of breath at the feel of his warm, calloused hands on her tummy, her abdomen jumping gently under his touch. Licking her lips, she assures softly, "It's okay. Touch."