Nina's body began to move faster, more instinctively, riding him with abandon.
Her hips ground and rolled, bouncing her weight against him, each thrust synchronized with her deepest desire.
"Ahhhhhh…"
"Ohhhhhh…"
"Ughhhhhh…" Her moans mixed with gasps, her body trembling and shivering as heat and lust built into a fevered pitch.
Ross responded in kind, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her movements while letting her take the lead.
His growls and low, approving words spurred her on, driving her to move harder, faster, with more abandon.
The combination of their movements—the push and pull, the friction, the relentless pressure—sent Nina spiraling into ecstasy.
Her breasts bounced with each motion, pressed against his chest, nipples rubbing against him with every roll of her hips.
She leaned forward, her face brushing his shoulder, whispering his name in broken, desperate gasps.
