The thermal suit lay in a crumpled heap on the floor, leaving her in nothing but a pair of thin black panties already drenched through.
She didn't waste time stripping them off. There was no patience left for that.
Her hands shook as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of Ross's loose sleep pants and yanked them down his hips.
His cock sprang free, thick and heavy even soft, nestled against his thigh like a sleeping beast.
Bella wrapped her fingers around it without hesitation. The skin was warm, velvet over steel.
She stroked once, twice—long, firm pulls from root to crown, coaxing blood into the shaft with practiced desperation.
It responded instantly, swelling and lengthening in her grip until it stood fully erect: fifteen impossible inches, veined and thick, the blunt head flushed dark and already glistening at the tip.
A ragged gasp sliced through the quiet room.
Sebastian.
