Their breathing grew ragged as their mouths moved in sync, saliva mixing in a wet, heated dance.
Ross loved it this way—raw, untamed, utterly devouring.
His mouth began its descent, trailing open-mouthed kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, and lower still.
When he reached her breasts, he didn't hesitate, taking one hardened pink nipple into his mouth, sucking greedily while his tongue flicked against the sensitive peak.
Trinity arched beneath him, her fingers digging into the sheets as a soft moan escaped her parted lips.
But Ross wasn't done.
He shifted lower, his lips ghosting over her stomach, pressing a kiss just above her navel before continuing downward.
He took his time, savoring every inch of her, until he finally reached her most intimate place.
Trinity's breath hitched as she felt his warm breath against her slick folds.