Natalie lay on her back, thighs open wide, her eyes locked on the sky above where the trees had twisted to form a spiral canopy, the wind threading through like a breath. Stella and Grace knelt beside her, taking turns trailing their tongues over her stomach, her breasts, her thighs, teasing her until her hands fisted in the moss and her cries echoed through the grove.
Scarlet, radiant in the way only she could be, stood at the edge of it all, her body lit by a shaft of golden light filtering through the canopy. Her hand moved over herself slowly, deliberately, her gaze fixed on Jude. She didn't speak, didn't need to - her pleasure was a silent offering, a pulse of power that moved through the others like fire through dry leaves.