"Oh god, oh god—haah—!" Cecilia cried out, her back arching, her hands flying to his hair and gripping tight.
Her whole body shook, right on the edge—but still, she didn't fall. Her control held, keeping her at that peak without allowing release.
"Stubborn," Julian murmured.
The four women worked in perfect harmony, each one focused on their particular contribution to Julian's pleasure.
Sylvia's hands would press a point that sent lightning through him. The sensation would barely fade before Elvina's teasing touches made him desperate for more contact. Then Ellie's mouth would intensify, bringing him closer to the edge. And through it all, Cecilia rode his face.
The sensations built and layered, each one enhancing the others. Julian found his own control beginning to fray—these women knew exactly what they were doing, exactly how to overwhelm.
