Ross didn't stop. If anything, her orgasm only spurred him on. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered in a deep, commanding tone, "I'm not done with you yet, Jessica. Not even close."
Jessica shivered at his words, her body already responding to him again despite the lingering aftershocks of her climax.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, her lips seeking his in a desperate kiss.
Ross pulled back slightly, his hands sliding down to her thighs. He lifted her legs, spreading them wide as he repositioned himself. The sight of her flushed, sweat-slicked body beneath him only fueled his desire.
Her skin glowed with a soft sheen, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath, her eyes half-lidded with lust.
"Ross… I need you," she whispered, her voice trembling.
"You have me," he growled, his voice rough with emotion.
