As the sun began to set, they settled in for the evening with a lit fireplace and their favorite show on TV. He noticed how she kept stealing glances at him while pretending not to. Her eyes were filled with desire, and it only fueled his own lust. He casually reached over, took her hand in his and laced his fingers through hers. She squeezed back softly, her cheeks reddening. He moved closer, his thigh brushing against hers beneath the blanket. She moaned slightly, unable to hide her arousal. He leaned in, his lips grazing her ear. "Why don't you use that mouth of yours to make me cum?" he whispered, his voice low and seductive. Her breath hitched, and she turned her head slightly to meet his gaze. "I-I could?" she stuttered, her eyes wide with anticipation.
