Chapter 1631
Clothes meant nothing here. Neither did gravity. They sank into each other like the island had made this place just for their bodies to remember everything. Jude fell back, and the grass caught him like a lover’s hand. Hands gripped his thighs. Breasts pressed to his chest. Lips slid over his skin. Moans rose and fell, slow, drawn out, reverent. He was filled, claimed, tasted, adored.
He kissed Lucy until her breath hitched and her back arched.
He gripped Zoey’s hips as she rode his thigh, crying out his name.
He took Sophie’s mouth while Grace kissed her breasts.
Emma lay across his stomach, licking a slow line up to his throat while Natalie teased his length with fingers light as air.
Stella straddled his chest, her hair falling in a curtain around his face, her hands clenching in his.
Scarlet’s mouth moved lower, wrapping him in fire, while Susan straddled his knee, trembling.
And Rose - Rose watched them all, naked and shining, her fingers between her thighs, her eyes never leaving Jude.
They moved as one. Bodies slid together, sweat and breath and wet heat. Orgasm after orgasm rolled through the group like tides crashing onto golden sand. And through it all, Jude was at the center - sometimes inside one of them, sometimes under, sometimes between. Each body welcomed him differently. Each moan changed the field around them. Every time someone cried out his name, flowers bloomed.
And when Rose finally joined him, climbing over his body and sinking onto him with a sigh that made the sky shift, the song of the island rose to a crescendo.
Their rhythm built, and built, and built -