In one swift motion, his strong hands gripped her upper body and pulled her forward. The force brought her crashing against his chest, her breath knocked from her lungs.
Her full, round breasts, pale and perfectly shaped, now pressed against him. Ross's gaze flicked downward, his eyes filled with a primal hunger as they locked onto her bouncing mounds.
He didn't hesitate. His mouth latched onto one of her nipples, his lips closing around the soft pink bud with fervent intensity.
His tongue teased her, flicking and swirling, while his free hand kneaded her other breast, his fingers finding her other nipple and pinching gently.
"Ahhhhhh…" Mari couldn't help but moan, the sound bursting from her throat as pleasure shot through her. Her hands instinctively flew to his shoulders, clutching him for balance.
It had been years since a man had touched her like this—since anyone had made her feel this way.