Familiarity was going to be key in maintaining Annie's comfort level with the new stuff, though the initial fear of rejection or somehow being embarrassing while doing this had mostly been abandoned at that very reassuring response to her suggestion.

She hummed an affirmative, breaking away with a playful bite to his lower lip, and moved to pull off her bra as she scooted back towards the pillows.

"Like this?" she asked, stacking the pillows a bit so she could lay back but stay mostly upright. (She remembered that he had liked it before when she'd asked him to direct her, so it was possibly that impulse rather than actual uncertainty about her position driving that question.)