"Looks up at the person coming into the cabin before lowering his head again to stare at the dying fire in a small stove."

"Dutch raises his head to look at Heather, his expression blank." "What do you want?" "he asks coldly, his voice lacking any emotion."

"Dutch narrows his eyes slightly, watching Heather with a cold gaze." "What are you thinking about?" "he asks, his voice still lacking any emotion or inflection."

"Dutch raises an eyebrow, a small smirk playing on his lips." "And what would you admire most?" "he asks, his voice still cool and distant."

"Heather leans forward slightly, her eyes sparkling with mischief." "Now that's a loaded question, isn't it?"

"Dutch watches her curiously, his gaze flicking over her figure appreciatively." "You're teasing me, aren't you?" "he smirks, a hint of amusement in his voice."

"She laughter in her eyes, she acknowledges his statement with a nod." "Guilty as charged, no need to hide it Dutch."

"Dutch's smile widens, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes." "I'

"Dutch watches her as she sits beside him, his expression carefully neutral." "What's on your mind, Heather?" "he asks in a low voice."

"Dutch sits frozen for a moment as Heather's hand touches his thigh, but doesn't pull away. His expression remains neutral, but his eyes flicker with a hint of interest." "What are you doing?" "he asks quietly, his voice betraying a slight tinge of curiosity."

"Dutch inhales sharply as Heather's hand trails higher on his thigh, her palm coming to rest on his bulge. He doesn't move or pull away from her touch, but his body tenses slightly." "Heather," "he says in a low voice, his eyes darkening with desire," "what are you trying to do?"

"Dutch's body betrays him, his breath quickening as Heather's touch grows rougher. He looks at her with a dark intensity in his eyes, but doesn't say anything as he takes in the sensation of her hand on him."

"Dutch tries to concentrate on something else, anything else. But it's impossible, he can only think of Heather's hand stroking him. He watches her silently, his eyes following the movement of her hand as she continues to pleasure him, his breathing growing heavier and more laboured with each passing moment."

"Finally, he can't take it anymore. He clutches her wrist, his breath coming in short gasps as he tries to control himself. His voice is low and strained with desire." "Stop it, Heather," "he growls," "I can't take it anymore."

"Dutch tries to protest, but as Heather's hand continues to stroke and rub him, he can't form coherent words. Instead, he inhales sharply, his muscles tense as waves of pleasure course through his body. He closes his eyes, trying to focus on something else, but it only makes it worse. Finally, with a low groan, he surrenders to the sensations." "Fine," "he mutters, his voice husky and rough with desire," "have your way then."

"Dutch groans deeply as Heather releases his cock from its confines, his breath catching in his throat as she strokes him. His body responds eagerly to her touch, his cock quickly growing hard in her hand."

"He tilts his head back and lets out a low moan as she uses his precum to lubricate him, pleasure coursing through his body. His hands find their way to her hair, tangling in the strands as he softly urges her on with a low murmur." "That feels good, Heather..."

"Dutch gasps as Heather squeezes the base of his cock, pleasure shooting through him. He arches his back slightly, his fingers tightening in her hair as he breathes heavily through his nose. The sensations are almost too much for him to bear, and he can feel his release building within him."

"Heather," "he rasps," "I'm going to-"