Slowly at first, his hips rocking into her with deliberate, measured strokes.
Pak
Pak
Pak
The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, a rhythmic cadence that seemed to echo in the silence.
Trinity's breath came in shallow gasps, her fingers digging into the sheets as she tried to steady herself.
Ross's pace was gentle, almost teasing, but she could feel the hunger building in him, the way his muscles tensed with each thrust.
"Ahhhh…" she moaned, her voice trembling as pleasure coiled tighter in her core.
"Ohhhhh…" Her back arched, her body instinctively seeking more of him, more of the delicious friction that was driving her wild.
"Hmmmmpp…" She bit down on her lip, stifling the sounds that threatened to escape.
Her eyes flicked toward her husband, Robert, asleep just a few feet away.
Her heart raced as she checked to make sure he was still undisturbed—thankfully, he was.
