Ross's tongue flicked over her nipple—once, twice—before sucking deeply, sending a sharp jolt of heat down her spine.
"Ahhhh…" Kristine gasped.
Her hands flew to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, not to stop him—but to steady herself.
Her body trembled beneath him as his mouth worked her with a ferocity that made her toes curl.
Her nipple, soft and pink just moments ago, had turned flushed and sensitive from the focused attention.
He licked her again, slower now, drawing it between his lips and letting it slide out with a wet sound that made her shiver all over.
Then he shifted, moving to her other breast. And without pause, he gave it the same worship—wet, warm, and wild.
He latched on like a starving man, and Kristine could hardly take it.
"Ahhhh…"
"Ohhhh…"
"Ughhhh…"
The moans kept slipping out of her mouth, unbidden and uncontrolled. Her chest heaved, every breath heavy with desire.
