I was still shaking from the aftershocks of Mason’s relentless mouth, my thighs slick and trembling, when Noah’s strong arms pulled me into his lap. The transition was seamless, natural, as if the group had an unspoken rhythm guiding us. Noah was already hard again, his thick c**k flushed dark and curving proudly against his stomach. I straddled him eagerly, my knees sinking into the soft cushions on either side of his hips. The heat of his skin against mine sent fresh sparks racing through my oversensitive body.
I rocked slowly along his length, grinding my slick folds against the hard ridge of him, coating every inch in my wetness. The friction was delicious, teasing us both without immediate penetration. Our mouths met in a deep, unhurried kiss—tongues sliding lazily, breaths mingling.
