White Nights (2)

Corey started washing Merve's back from the neck, going over shoulders, and he moved gradually lower in small circular movements.

Merve was disappointed when he stopped.

"Your back is washed.", Corey said cheekily and moved back to his original position.

"Mhm…", she cleared her throat softly. "Can you wash my front also?"

Her voice was barely louder than a whisper, but he heard her.

"Are you sure you want me to only wash your front?", Corey asked. "I don't know if I can do that."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean… I don't know if I can stop just at washing you. My hands might want to explore you."

"That is fine…", Merve said in a small voice.

His hands circled around her waist and he pulled her closer to him.

Merve apprehensively leaned her back on his chest and waited for him to start washing her (or maybe explore her), but other than pulling her closer, he didn't do anything.