He kissed her neck as he lifted her, letting her sink onto him, both of them moaning as he filled her again, her body so wet and warm it didn't feel like separate flesh anymore - just joined. She rolled her hips slowly, grinding into him, her lips brushing his jaw, his ear, his mouth.
"Take me," she whispered. "And then take them all."
He did.
Not out of duty, but out of pure, blinding desire.
He moved with Lucy until she cried out, legs trembling, body shaking around him in waves. Then she slid off, still panting, and Grace took her place, stroking his face as she kissed him, whispering a soft please before guiding him into her. The pool shivered beneath them, glowing brighter, the gold veins pulsing in time with their bodies.
Every woman came to him.
Stella bent over in the shallows, moaning as he took her from behind, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, her cries echoed by Susan, who kissed her mouth to muffle the sound.