He gripped her thighs, thrusting up into her as her head fell back and her nails scraped down his chest. The others watched, touching themselves or each other, every moan from Zoey pulling soft cries from Emma, Lucy, Grace.
When Zoey finally came, gasping his name into the night, she collapsed against his chest with trembling sobs of pleasure and joy.
Sophie came next. She didn't speak. She simply climbed over him, eyes locked with his, and sank down slowly, burying him inside her inch by inch. Her lips hovered over his as she began to move - not fast, not frantic - just full of heat. Full of need. Her breath caught with each stroke, her thighs trembling as she chased the inevitable rise. When she broke, it was with a long, shaking exhale, burying her face in his neck, whispering his name like a vow.
One by one, they followed. Susan. Natalie. Scarlet. Stella. Lucy. Grace.
