Rose and Sophie pressed in close, mouths exploring his neck, shoulders, chest. Grace and Emma touched Natalie as she moved, guiding her rhythm, stroking her thighs, kissing her back. The connection between them was seamless now - bodies flowing together like a single living creature. He couldn't tell where one hand ended and another began. Every moan sounded like it came from every mouth.
Natalie whispered his name as she came, a soft, keening sound that echoed through the spiral chamber. He followed again, slower this time, pouring himself into her with a gasp. She kissed him as she trembled, as if drinking him in, then lay against his chest, breath heavy, heart racing.
Susan slid beside them next, already flushed, already aching. She didn't speak. She simply kissed him and straddled him, taking him in with one long, slow thrust that made them both cry out.