Dancing Shadows

The soft glow from the TV flickered across the living room, casting dancing shadows on the walls. Dylan and Becca were sprawled on the couch, bodies touching lightly, the warmth of the throw blanket wrapping them in a cocoon. On the screen, a couple entwined with fervor, the woman straddling her partner, moving with a confidence that made Dylan shift in his seat.

His hand slid under the blanket, seeking her skin. She responded eagerly, pressing her body against him. Dylan could feel her heat, palpable through the thin fabric of her leggings. With deliberate slowness, he rolled her shirt up, revealing the soft curve of her waist. She lifted her arms, helping him discard it entirely, leaving her in just a delicate lace bra.

The video continued in the background, a whisper of sound as Dylan leaned down, capturing her nipple in his mouth through the lace. Her sharp intake of breath urged him on, and he let his hand travel lower, tugging at the waistband of her leggings. She arched her hips, making it easier for him to slide the fabric down her legs, leaving her bare for him.

He moved over her, his mouth finding hers as his fingers parted her folds, feeling the slickness there. She reached for him in turn, her fingers deftly unbuttoning his jeans, freeing his cock with a confidence borne from their familiarity with each other. He groaned low as her hand encircled him, a firm, knowing stroke that made his hips jerk.