Ross's hands were firm on her hips, holding her in place as he slowly pulled back and drove forward again, each thrust precise, controlled, and perfectly measured to maximize her pleasure. Nina felt every inch, every movement, and her body writhed in response, hips rolling, legs shaking, and back arching to match him.
The sensation was overwhelming.
Waves of heat pooled low in her belly, coursing through her legs, her breasts, and every nerve ending in her skin.
Her nipples brushed against his chest, hardening further, sending sparks of pleasure up to her throat and down to her pussy.
She moaned into the kiss, her tongue tangling with his, taste mingling with the intimate heat of their bodies pressed together.
Every time Ross thrust, he drove deeper, filling her completely, stretching and claiming her in a way that made her feel both fragile and alive.
