Chapter 1739 - 1738
Natalie wrapped around him from behind, pressing her breasts to his back, her hand sliding down to grip him. "Let us take you," she murmured.
Jude let go.
He lay back into the glowing pool, the water barely deep enough to cover his hips. The wives moved in a practiced, primal rhythm, surrounding him, climbing over him, worshiping him. Lucy sat astride his face while Zoey took him deep inside, crying out as he filled her, her body shaking with each thrust.
When Zoey was done, Lucy took his place. Then Susan. Then Emma. Each rode him with reverence, with joy. Not competing. Not rushing. It was ritual again. A communion.
He reached his arms out blindly and found Sophie's waist. She climbed atop him with fire in her eyes. "I'm ready," she whispered.
"I know," he said, and entered her slowly, watching her eyes flutter closed in bliss.
She moved on him like ocean waves - slow, heavy, rolling - grinding against him until they both gasped. She kissed him hard as she came, and her cry triggered the others, who moaned as one, surrounding them in a chorus of ecstasy.
The pool boiled with golden light.
Then Rose took her place.
She didn't move quickly. She slid down over him with agonizing grace, her body squeezing him like a heartbeat. She rocked slowly, her hands on his chest, her mouth parting.
He watched her lose herself - eyes fluttering, hair falling around her shoulders like a veil of fire. When she came, she screamed his name and kissed him with everything she was.
Then she whispered, "Now."