He sat up, and they stared at each other intensely. She could literally feel the heat cracking between their bodies. She sat on his lap, naked except for her panties, and she felt powerful.
His dark gaze burned into her. "What's the matter, Frida?" His voice growled deeply, reminiscent of that scene in Scream where they say, "What's the matter, Sydney?" She shivered under the intensity of his burning gaze.
"I-I was feeling confident when I straddled you, but..." She swallowed.
He stared at her, his eyes burning with pure want and desire—raw and hot. "...But?" he asked in all seriousness.
She sighed, shutting her eyes as she whispered, "I haven't done this before..."
"...Done what, Frida?" he growled again, and her thighs vibrated from the deep resonance of his voice.
"Well, I-I h-have never given a guy a blowjob before," she said breathlessly, stammering, and sneaked a peek to see his grey eyes burning into her.
