Want clouded her throughts and Sharlee stared at him for a moment, flushed, her fingers squeezing his biceps. Was she sure? Sharlee didn't pull away from him, stayed pressed close while her heart hammered in her chest and heat pooled in her belly.
"I..." her voice was hoarse, "I dont know," she shook her head, "I've never done this, but it makes me feel warm everywhere and... I like it. With you, I mean. If we both want to and we like it, that means its okay right?" Sharlee moved her hands to his shoulders, pressing closer. There was a strange sense of triumph, to feel him hard against her. "We... We can stop whenever you want to," she finally whispered, hands moving from his shoulders to his waist.