𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒖𝒏 ◐ 𝒓𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒂

༺𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐗 𝐩𝐭.2༻

Warning!

The content below involves sexual language and other sexual acts. If you feel uncomfortable consuming that type of media or are underage do not read or proceed with caution. Reader discretion is advised! 18+

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One moment later he was back and all over
her, convering her body with his own and caressing every part of her with his fingers and tongue.

He was dead set on covering her body in love bites, and she wasn't complaining one bit.

Moans and groans filled the silent forest, where perhaps they should have felt more unsafe than they did.  Somehow it felt natural and warm right there. It just felt like... them.

It didn't take long for Ross's fingers to draw a trail down her body, and as he touched  her right where she needed to be touched, she jumped a bit, surprised.

Keeping his fingers in place, he leaned in more, giving her a smile.

"Don't get all jumpy on me now" he murmured.

"I- umm" she was about to say something just as he started rubbing slowly and in circles, immediately making her eyes roll to the back of her head.

"You're so very ready for me" he murmured, noticing how wet she was, and this time, for the first time, water was not the cause.

"Mhm" she bit her lip, barely swallowing her own spit as her eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

She couldn't process any words he was letting out. Her brain was consumed, focused on the pleasure.

The more he did it the faster it got, and the deeper his fingers explored, the more she moaned, and the more her back arched, pushing against his hand as if she was riding it.

He looked down at her face and all he could think about was how beautiful she looked underneath the lights, a mixture of pain and pleasure on her face as her eyes stayed closed.

"Ross!" she yelped a little, eyes slightly widen as she felt his fingers go even deeper.

"What?" he innocently asked, smirking down at her.

"Oh my lord what the he-"

She couldn't let out anymore words as he started kissing her, and she responded, still slightly annoyed at him.

Annoyed in the very best version of the word.

His kisses soon left a pair of lips and moved to the other ones as he placed both of her legs over his neck.

She clenched them together as her chest rose up and down and she left out a moan in absolute bliss.

The lovely sound made him that much more confident and motivated, and soon enough he was eating her like he'd been starved all of his life.

And well, in some ways he was. He was starved for her. Dying to do everything he was doing to her at that moment.

He'd imagined this scenario way too many times in his head, and then he'd usually take the job to the bathroom and finish it up himself or try to stop thinking about her in the fruturation of it all.

Every time he saw her a new fantasy would create itself. His brain ran wild as he tried to catch up with it, or often times tried to push all the thoughts of her away.

This time he wasn't going to.

He was going to remember all of this. All of her sounds and whimpers, all of the moves her body made as it fell fully in his control, and even the way her pink lips parted as she felt him. He'd remember how she tasted and he'd memorize every inch of her body like it was his own.