Kissing was lovely. Kissing Rhiannon was lovelier. His hand gently stroked over her hip, the soft fabric of her nightie smooth under his fingers.
He was intensely aware of her breasts, so close to him, nipples standing out under the fabric, and he tried not to imagine them pressed against his chest. And he in these frumpy plaid flannelette pyjamas! Taking a deep breath, he pulled back from the kiss, just a bit.
"Is it okay if-" Oh Lord give him strength, his face was going red. "Would you like it, rather, if we- Only if you want to, of course- ah-"