"Time for the main event," Ross murmured with a wicked grin as he positioned himself between Jasmine's parted, inviting legs.
His eyes held a hungry gleam as he leaned down, tasting the lingering sweetness of her arousal still on his lips.
Unfazed, he kissed her again, his mouth firm yet tender, knowing that she could taste herself on him.
There was something undeniably thrilling about that shared intimacy, a bond that went deeper than words.
A slow, teasing rhythm began as he guided the head of his cock over her sensitive clit, the light contact sending small shocks through Jasmine's body.
A soft, almost hypnotic tap, tap, tap echoed between them, his teasing touch heightening her anticipation.
Ross's hand slid along her thigh, his fingers pressing into her skin with a gentle possessiveness, marking every inch of her as his.
