Lucy straddled him first, sinking onto him with a gasp, her back arched, her golden hair cascading around them like a veil. Her hips moved slowly, reverently, and Jude clutched her waist, his moan caught in his throat as her body consumed him.
The others touched and kissed as they watched, circling them, murmuring to each other, brushing against Jude's skin. Emma curled beside them, pressing kisses to Lucy's shoulder. Zoey kissed his neck. Susan stroked his chest, and Sophie pressed a palm to his thigh, grounding him.
Jude climaxed with Lucy's name on his lips, and she kissed him through it, her own body trembling, glowing brighter with every wave of release. She collapsed against his chest, and Rose caught her, easing her gently to the moss before pulling Jude upward.
"More," Rose whispered, straddling him now, her movements slow, circular, as if drawing power from the earth beneath them.