Chapter 303: Rebuilding Grafen with Passion (2) Budget in Bed
Josephine’s breath came in short gasps, her body trembling with desire. "Lyan, please," she whispered, her voice filled with need.
Lyan’s hand slipped lower, parting her folds and finding her clit. He rubbed it gently, then more firmly, his fingers moving in slow, circular motions. Josephine’s moans grew louder, her hips rocking against his hand. He slid a finger inside her, then another, his movements deliberate and unhurried. Her body responded eagerly, her muscles clenching around his fingers as he brought her closer to the edge.
Belle watched with hooded eyes, her own desire mounting. She reached out, her hand sliding over Lyan’s chest, down to his waistband. She tugged at his pants, her fingers brushing against his hardness. Lyan groaned, his attention shifting to her. He kissed her deeply, his hand sliding between her legs, finding her as wet and ready as Josephine. He teased her clit, his fingers moving with the same deliberate slowness, drawing soft moans from her.
Althea, not to be left out, moved closer, her hands exploring Lyan’s body. She kissed his neck, her lips trailing down to his chest, her tongue flicking over his skin. Lyan’s breath hitched, his body responding to her touch. He turned to her, his hand sliding between her legs, finding her clit and rubbing it gently. Althea’s moans joined the chorus, her body trembling with desire.
Lyan moved between them, his hands and mouth exploring each woman, their moans filling the room. He kissed Josephine deeply, his fingers thrusting inside her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. He turned to Belle, his lips and tongue teasing her breasts, his hand sliding between her legs, finding her clit and rubbing it firmly. He kissed Althea, his fingers moving inside her, bringing her to the brink of orgasm.
The room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure, the air thick with desire. Lyan’s movements were deliberate and unhurried, savoring every moment, every touch. He could feel the tension building, the need mounting.
Josephine’s body tensed, her muscles clenching around his fingers. "Lyan, I’m so close," she moaned, her voice filled with urgency.
Lyan’s fingers moved faster, his thumb brushing against her clit. "Come for me, Josephine," he whispered, his voice a low growl.
With a cry, Josephine’s orgasm crashed over her, her body shuddering with pleasure. Lyan’s fingers moved inside her, drawing out every last wave of her climax. He turned to Belle, his hand moving faster, his fingers thrusting inside her, his thumb rubbing her clit. "Come for me, Belle," he whispered, his voice filled with command.