She reached for his cock, her fingers folding gently around him, still slick and warm from her wetness, with a familiarity that spoke a silent plea for connection, for affirmation of their bond.

And as she would approach him, calling him with those fingers, he would feel the heat from her body as she pressed up against him, those fingers tracing the outline of his cock through his pants, teasing him with her touch and whispering a rendezvous in his ear, her breath hot against his neck.

Her palms glided along the length of his shaft, tracing it with an almost devout attentiveness. Each shiver and sigh informed her next movement. The tips of her fingers swirled around the crown, a delicate whirlwind igniting sparks of pleasure that radiated like ripples across a still pond.

Would he fuck Jessica more vigorously after an hour with Emily? If Emily let him fuck her, would he go twice? Three times?

He sensed her sex begin to open for him, bound only by the fabric of her panties, while she continued to slide up and down the underside of his cock, clenching her thighs together. He noticed it’s almost like he was sliding into her, up and down, as she leaned in closer, pressing her forehead against his, Do you want me to fuck you? I want to fuck you.

Each inhale and exhale became a deliberate act of will, an attempt to steer his focus away from the intimate proximity of Hannah and his body’s stirring beneath the blanket, to heed her warning not to cum on her.

Christopher curled his hand, pushing his palm against Hannah’s clit as his fingers divided her lips, pushing inside her, feeling her wetness, finding the corduroy spot inside, trying to focus on her until he couldn’t focus anymore.

She settled, her gently parted sex kissed his leg as she rested her weight on top of him. The way her hips fit perfectly against his pelvis made his pulse quicken, her soft curves pressed against his, every inch of their bodies fitting perfectly.

Tangled together in the sheets, the sound of their collective breathing filling the room, hands roaming and exploring, tracing lines along each other’s skin, leaving small bite marks in the wake of their mouths, Jessica and Emily turned their attention to each’s body, leaving Christopher to observe, his body a gymboree to climb over on their approach to one another.

He growled at her intentions, I’m going to fuck you so hard, the blunt vulgarity sending a tremor through Jessica’s body, and then with a boldness that was both thrilling and intense, he brought those words to life, a straightforward and unapologetic expression of his desire, crushing her body beneath his into their spongy marriage bed.

The wet sand welled between her sinking feet as the ocean retreated, a suggestion of how she had sunk into Jessica’s body the night before, how Christopher sank into hers.

Emily’s touch grew more attuned to Noa’s responses. She circled around Noa’s clit, describing the slight swell for Christopher, the heat that radiated from the core of her pleasure.

Noa’s fingers showed Emily how to vary the pressure, how to circle the sensitive tip, how to move with a rhythm that built the intensity without rushing towards climax.

Emily watched Noa’s mouth on Christopher’s cock, swirling her tongue around his crown, her lips creating a seal that seemed to draw him deeper, his body instantly tensing under the attention.

Jessica saw Emily’s surrender to Noa, the way her hands had brought Emily’s body into her own orgasm, how it had ripped through her, leaving her skin alive with every sensation. This vision amplified Jessica’s gasps, sucking in the last of the air in a high pitched vacuum, reflecting the sounds that had escaped Emily’s lips that day.

She added a velvety challenge, I could always invite Noa to come fuck you, She would do it for me, If you’d prefer. No, I only want you. A slow victory crept across her face, You’re goddamn fucking right you do, she said