It wasn't just lust—it was something indescribable, something that defied words or logic.
Ross had done this to her, had brought her to this place where nothing else mattered but him.
She was pletely, utterly his in that moment, and the realization made her tremble all the more.
"Ughhhhh…"
"Hahhhh…"
"Hahhhh…" Her lips parted, but no words came, only soft, breathy moans that betrayed the depth of her surrender.
Whatever was happening between them, it was unlike anything she had ever felt before. Ross hadn't just touched her body; he had ignited her very soul.
"Whoosh!" In the blink of an eye, Mary felt as though she were floating, her breath hitching as her surroundings blurred for a split second.
When she opened her eyes, she found herself lying on a soft bed, her back sinking into its soft surface.
The sudden shift left her dazed, her mind struggling to catch up with what had just happened.
Her gaze shifted, and there was Ross, standing at the foot of the bed.
Slowly, methodically, he began removing his clothes. Each piece fell to the floor with deliberate ease, as though he had all the time in the world.
Mary's breath caught in her throat as inch by inch of his skin was revealed, the glow of the dim room accentuating the sharp lines of his physique.
Finally, he stood bare before her, naked as the day he was born.
His confidence was palpable, an aura that seemed to radiate from him, making it impossible for her to look away.
Her cheeks burned as her eyes involuntarily traced the contours of his body, a mixture of awe and nervous anticipation coursing through her.
"R… Ross… Fuck me, Ross. I want you to fuck me so hard I forget my name and lose my mind," Mary stammered, her voice trembling with an intoxicating mix of nervousness and desire.
Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, yet her eyes glimmered with raw anticipation as she let herself surrender to the moment.
Ross chuckled, his tone rich with amusement and heat.
"That's exactly what I planned to do," he said, his voice low and manding, making her shiver.
He stepped closer, his powerful frame radiating dominance, and Mary felt her pulse quicken under his unwavering gaze.
Mary wasn't idle either.
Her trembling hands darted to her dress, nearly tearing the delicate fabric in her eagerness to free herself.
The garment slid off her shoulders, pooling around her feet, leaving her in nothing but skimpy panties that clung to her like a second skin.
Even those seemed to tremble on her body, the tension of the moment making them strain against her curves.
She hooked her fingers into the waistband, pulling them down with a desperate urgency, until she was pletely bare.
She lay back on the bed, her breath ing in shallow gasps as she spread her legs boldly, exposing herself without hesitation.
Her body, untouched and flawless, was displayed for the first time to a man's eyes.
The soft light of the room caressed her smooth skin, and her trembling hands gripped the sheets beneath her.
Ross's dark eyes roamed over her, devouring every inch of her exposed form.
His lips curled into a predatory smile as he leaned closer, his voice a low growl.
"Perfect. Smooth and bald, just like the doctor ordered," he murmured, his words a mix of teasing and admiration.
He climbed onto the bed, his powerful, naked form covering hers.
The heat of his skin pressed against her, and Mary's breath hitched as the electric sensation of their bodies meeting for the first time overwhelmed her.
His lips found hers, capturing them in a fierce, passionate kiss.
Her gasp melted into a moan as his tongue swept into her mouth, claiming her in a duel of raw hunger and desire.
Mary's fingers found their way into his hair, clutching desperately as their kiss deepened, leaving her breathless.
His hands roamed her body with reverent yet possessive strokes, igniting every nerve he touched.
She arched beneath him, her soft curves molding perfectly against the hard lines of his body, and a shiver of anticipation coursed through her.
Ross pulled back slightly, his lips brushing against hers as he whispered, "I'm going to ruin you tonight, Mary. You'll never forget this."
Her response was a breathless whimper, her body already surrendering pletely to his promises.
The night stretched before them, filled with the unspoken vow of everything to e.
Ross's hands moved like they had a will of their own, roaming over Mary's trembling body.
His palms cupped her full breasts, his fingers kneading her soft, sensitive flesh with firm yet gentle pressure.
Her nipples hardened under his touch, and he took full advantage, rolling them between his fingers, drawing small gasps and whimpers from her lips.
Unable to resist, Ross dipped his head, his mouth replacing his hands.
He flicked his tongue over one taut nipple before drawing it into his mouth, sucking deeply and sending a jolt of pleasure straight to Mary's core.
"Yes!" She cried out, her hands instinctively tangling in his hair, urging him on as he lavished attention on her breasts.
Moving to the other, he repeated the delicious torture, his teeth grazing lightly as she squirmed beneath him.
His lips left her chest, trailing a scorching path down her body. Every kiss, every flick of his tongue, ignited her skin, leaving her gasping for breath.
His hands glided along her sides, tracing her curves, as he descended lower and lower, teasing her belly, then her hips.
Mary's breath hitched when his lips brushed the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, his warm breath fanning over her most intimate place.
He paused, hovering just shy of her wet, aching core, and Mary let out a frustrated whimper.
She was so close to losing her mind. Her head fell back, her eyes fluttering shut, and when she opened them, her gaze fell on the mirror mounted to the ceiling.
It wasn't fancy or pristine—just a cheap, slightly foggy mirror—but it was more than enough to capture the scene.
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Huge shoutout and thanks to ddecoen for the gifts!
You are awesome! Thank you! ^_^
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