She guided Jude onto the moss, straddling him slowly. Her body pressed against his, skin to skin, heartbeat to heartbeat. Jude moaned softly, his hands settling on her hips, the rhythm instinctive.
Grace began to ride him.
Slow at first, their breath mingling, their bodies rolling together in soft waves. But soon it changed. Grew faster. Hotter. She leaned over him, kissed his neck, then his lips, then sat up again, arching her back as her body moved in perfect sync with the pulse of the tree.
When she climaxed, it wasn't alone.
Jude came with her - hard, deep, surrendering again, but not lost. He felt it travel up through his spine, through hers, through the air between them like a current of lightning.
The tree pulsed violet again.
And another petal fell.
This time, it drifted to Stella.
She didn't wait.
