It was a great explosive claiming, Ross's tongue tangling with hers, swallowing her sounds and her breath until they were one entity.
His hands, which had been gripping her hips, moved to her breasts, fondling and squeezing the soft flesh with a possessiveness that bordered on violent.
He kneaded them hard enough that she knew they would be marked in the morning, that the faint, aching bloom of bruises would be a secret reminder of this night for days to come.
The sharp sting of his touch only amplified the deep, internal pounding, a dual assault on her senses that pushed her higher and higher.
As he rocked her body with a piston-like rhythm, Miku lost all sense of time and self.
She lost count of how many times she came.
One orgasm would begin to recede, a wave pulling back from the shore, only to be met and overtaken by the next, larger, more powerful wave crashing into it.
