She lay across his lap, her breathing ragged as he ran his fingers through her hair. The television flickered in the background, casting shadows on their entwined bodies. His hand found its way to her thigh, slowly inching upwards. Her head tilted back, giving him access to her exposed neck. Their eyes locked as he brushed his lips against her pulse point, sending shivers down her spine. His free hand traced circles on her lower abdomen, teasingly close to where she ached for his touch. With every passing moment, the tension grew, the anticipation palpable. Finally, he pulled back, leaning in to whisper, "Are you ready for me?" in her ear, sending her over the edge.
