He is washing her, kneeling before her, warm water cascading over their bodies, his hands gliding over her soapy skin. She reaches down for a kiss, he opens his mouth to her and she tastes him in the wetness, it makes her sigh with pleasure.
He whispers something to her that she doesn’t quite hear… He is embarrassed, shy, unable to look at her. She makes him repeat it.
“Can I… put my tongue inside you, Ma’am?”, whisper-soft and hesitant.
It is an odd request and so specifically worded… she looks askance at him, puzzled. He blushes, mortified at himself, but doesn’t elaborate.
She shakes her head, “You can do exactly what I say you can do… no more…”
He shakes his head also, disappointment and rejection written all over his face.
She touches his cheek and turns so that he can wash her back.