Jude reached for her, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her with the weight of every choice they'd made. She melted into him, her mouth open, slow, tender. Then Lucy came to him too, pressing her body against his back, wrapping her arms around him. Emma and Natalie joined, then Grace, then the others, until he was surrounded once more by the pulse of their bodies, the rhythm of their desire.
They lowered him into the glowing grass, and he opened himself completely.
There was no rush.
Only worship.
Only them.
Zoey kissed down his stomach, her hair falling like a curtain of fire across his chest. Grace straddled his thighs, slow and teasing, her hips rolling just enough to make him twitch. Sophie kissed his mouth, then his neck, then pulled his hand to her breast. Emma's tongue traced his ribs, lazy and sensual. Natalie whispered things in his ear - soft, filthy, reverent. Rose licked his palm before guiding it between her legs.