Warning: The scene below is a symphony of a foursome and might contain a woman to woman (Slight and with the MC) You can skip if you are not interested in it.
Victoria was closest, breathing fast, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I moved on her instantly, the professional detachment gone. Hand sliding up her ribs, fingertips deliberately dragging over the sensitive underside of her breast before cupping its full, warm weight.
Her nipple pebbled instantly against my palm, a hard, eager point.
My other hand tangled in her hair at the back of her neck, tilting her head back forcefully to expose the long, vulnerable line of her throat.
The pulse hammered there – frantic, exposed. I put my mouth on it, not a kiss, but a hard, sucking pull, marking her skin. She gasped, a sharp intake of breath, her hips jerking forward uncontrollably, seeking contact.
