The dim lamplight cast soft golden shadows across the bedroom, turning the rumpled sheets into a warm, inviting sea.
Jenny lay beneath Ross, her skin flushed and glistening with the first faint sheen of sweat.
His large hands cradled her breasts with reverent possession, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks before he lowered his mouth again.
"Ahhhhh…"
Her moan started low in her chest and climbed, breathy and helpless, as his lips closed around one stiff nipple.
He sucked slowly, deliberately, letting his tongue swirl in lazy, maddening circles.
The wet heat of his mouth sent jolts straight to her cunt.
He lingered there, drawing out every tremor, every tiny arch of her back, before switching to the other side with the same patient devotion.
Each pull of his lips, each gentle scrape of teeth, made her body hum with renewed sensitivity.
