Ron groaned above her -- a raw, broken sound, the first crack in his composure -- and it hit like thunder. His abs clenched. His hands clenched. His voice wasn't performance. It was possession.
Across the tub, Craig flinched -- visibly. Like the sound had struck his chest.
Because Shannon was unrecognisable now.
This wasn't the sweet, sensual lover he'd undressed a hundred times before. This was something new. Something undone. Her hair clung to her cheeks in wet tangles. Her eyes streamed. Her jaw was stretched to its limit and still she pushed deeper, further, f*****g her mouth down onto him like it was the only thing she'd ever needed. She was moaning around it now, the low vibration of her throat rolling up Ron's shaft, making his body jerk. Every time she pulled back, she came back
