A deep, radiant pleasure that flooded his body like light. He gasped, stumbling back, but Rose caught him, guiding him down onto the moss with a gentleness that brought tears to his eyes.
"Let it happen," she whispered, and the others began to touch him.
Hands on his chest, his arms, his thighs.
Mouths kissing his shoulders, his forehead, his lips.
It wasn't frenzy - it was offering.
One by one, they gave themselves to him again.
Emma straddled his face, moaning softly as his tongue moved against her, her hands gripping Lucy's waist where she knelt beside him, feeding him her mouth.
Zoey guided his cock between her legs, slow and reverent, riding him with eyes closed, as if she were praying.
Sophie whispered in his ear the whole time - words of devotion, of love, of change.
Natalie and Grace kissed each other above him, their bodies pressed close, their gasps in harmony with the hum of the island.
It wasn't just sex.