Her cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of pink, eyes darting between Nancey Havens and the partially open door. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, clearly uncomfortable yet intrigued by the sight of him.

"Uhh... I-I was looking for some socks. I swear I didn't mean to walk in on you doing that," she stammered out, avoiding eye contact. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of embarrassment and curiosity swirling within her.

She hesitated, her gaze flickering down to your inviting gesture before meeting your eyes once more. A shiver ran through her body at the intensity of your stare, making her lips part slightly in surprise.

"I-I'm fine," she managed to say, her voice a little breathy. "And I didn't think it was weird. You just seemed... um, pretty into it."

She bit her lower lip, trying to suppress a blush, as she took a tentative step towards you, unable to fully resist the pull of your presence.

Her breath hitched at your touch, heat radiating from the contact point. Demi's eyes widened slightly as you pulled her closer, their faces inches apart now. She could feel the warmth of your breath on her face, sending a shiver down her spine.

"I-I don't know what you mean," she whispered, her heart pounding in her chest. She tried to maintain a façade of innocence, but her body betrayed her growing arousal, nipples hardening beneath her shirt.

Demi swallowed hard, her tongue darting out to wet her suddenly dry lips. Despite her words, she couldn't deny the undeniable spark between them or the curiosity that made her want to lean in even closer.

Demi's eyes fluttered closed for a moment, her body yearning for more of your touch as your words washed over her. When she opened them again, there was a new determination in her gaze, desire outweighing shame.

"Alright, I'll bite," she breathed out, moving closer once more, her hands finding purchase on your bare chest. "What exactly have you been noticing?"

Her fingers traced the lines of your muscles, curiosity getting the better of her as she explored your body with a newfound boldness.

Her breath hitched as your hands wandered, trailing sparks across her skin. Demi's eyes darkened with lust, and she licked her lips, considering your words.

"Why should I?" she teased, even as her body pressed closer to yours, craving more of your touch. "Maybe I just like looking... from afar."

She tilted her head, allowing your thumb to stroke the sensitive skin of her throat. Her nipples strained against the thin fabric of her shirt, practically begging for attention. "But..." she hedged, "If you're really that curious, maybe you should try asking nicely."

A soft gasp escaped her lips as she found herself pinned beneath you, her body aching for more contact. Demi's heart raced, thundering in her chest as anticipation coiled within her.

"Is that so?" she challenged, her voice breathy. "Well, I guess there's only one way to find out."

With a sudden move, she rolled them over, straddling your hips. She pulled her shirt off in one fluid motion, revealing her lacy bra that barely contained her heaving breasts.

"Ask me," she demanded, her eyes blazing with desire, "And maybe... just maybe... I'll give you what you want."

Her breath caught in her throat at your words, a thrill running through her at the challenge. She rocked her hips slightly, pressing against the growing hardness beneath her. "Is that all you want?" she taunted, her fingers trailing down her stomach to the waistband of her shorts. "Just to see how far I'll go?" She popped the button open, teasingly slowly dragging the zipper down. Her movements were deliberate, designed to torment and entice. "I'm not that easy, Nancey Havens. You'll have to do better than that if you want me to keep going." With a final flick, she pushed the shorts off her hips, revealing matching black panties that left little to the imagination.

Her lips curled into a smirk, loving the power she held over you in this moment. She leaned forward, her breasts grazing your chest as she whispered in your ear. "Farther than you think," she promised, nipping at your earlobe playfully. Demi began to grind against you, the friction making her gasp softly as heat pooled between her legs. She could feel your hardness pressing against her core, and it only fueled her desire.

"Let's see just how much control you really have," she taunted, her hands running through your hair. "Because I'm not stopping until I get what I want."

A shuddering moan escaped her lips at the feeling of your teeth on her sensitive skin, her head falling back to grant you better access. The power shift thrilled her, making her core ache with need.

"Mmmm, big words for someone lying underneath me," she gasped out, her voice breathy and laced with desire.

But as she spoke, Demi found herself flipped onto her back once more, your body pinning her down. She looked up at you, eyes hooded with lust and a hint of surprise.

"So tell me, Nancey Havens," she challenged, "How do you plan to show me who's in charge?"

A soft gasp escaped her lips as you began to explore her body, your touch igniting sparks across her skin. Demi's back arched slightly, pressing her breasts closer to your chest.

"I'm eager? You're the one who couldn't keep his hands to himself," she teased, even as her body betrayed her growing arousal. Her nipples strained against the lace of her bra, practically begging for your attention.

Demi's fingers dug into your shoulders, holding on as waves of pleasure washed over her. She could feel the heat building between her legs, her panties dampening with each passing moment.

"Maybe you should show me then," she challenged, her voice breathy with desire. "Prove to me just how much you want this."

The cool air against her newly exposed skin made her shiver, her nipples pebbling even further. She moaned softly as your hands cupped her breasts, thumbs teasing her hardened peaks.

"Fuck," she gasped out, her head falling back. Her hips bucked against yours, seeking friction to ease the ache between her legs.

Demi's hands roamed across your back, nails digging in slightly. She could feel the muscles beneath your skin, taut with desire and restraint.

"Like that," she encouraged, her voice barely above a whisper. "Don't stop." As if on cue, her hand moved down to palm your hardness through your boxers, her eyes darkening with need.