Chapter 7: Deeper Still

The room had quieted again, save for the sound of heavy breathing and the hum of post-orgasmic stillness. Melena lay draped across Emily’s chest, her body still quivering from the aftershocks, her skin damp with sweat and satisfaction. James knelt beside them, eyes locked on the glorious sight of Melena’s glowing, slackened form, still pulsing from the high he’d helped deliver.

He hadn’t come. Not yet.

Emily noticed. Her hand found his thigh, slow and affectionate, her touch warm even in the cooling air of the suite.

“Come with me,” she said, her voice soft and low, the tone not a request but an invitation. She reached for the lube on the bedside table and gave him a wicked grin. “We’re not done.”

James followed her silently into the ensuite.

The bathroom was still humid from their earlier time together, mirrors fogged, the marble floor cool beneath their feet. Emily turned on the shower and stepped in without hesitation, pulling James under the cascade with her. They stood close, the hot water rinsing away sweat and slickness, their hands wandering slowly.

The water flowed over them, tracing their curves and crevices, washing away the heat of the last round but doing nothing to cool the tension building again between them. Emily pressed herself to James, her breasts sliding wetly against his chest, her mouth brushing his jaw.

“You didn’t come in her,” she whispered, her hand already moving between them, wrapping around his cock. He was hard again—thick and eager, pulsing in her grip.

James’s voice was hoarse. “No.” Good,” she murmured, guiding him from out under the spray to the counter with it’s sink and large mirror. “Because I want to feel you come in me. Right here.” She kissed him—slow and deep—then turned and bent over the edge of the wide, sunken counter. Her back arched, water dripping from her thighs, her arse high and perfectly presented.

James stood frozen, breath shallow, heart pounding.

Then, behind him, a familiar voice chimed in.

“Oh, this will be fun,” Melena said.

She leaned against the doorway, still gloriously naked, a lazy, satisfied grin on her face. She walked in without hesitation, took the lube from Emily’s hand, and dropped to her knees behind her.

Emily let out a shaky breath as she looked back. “God, you’re insatiable.”

“You started it,” Melena replied with a smirk, uncapping the bottle.

She drizzled lube between Emily’s cheeks, the cool gel making her flinch and moan, and began to spread it with slow, deliberate strokes. Her fingers caressed, then pressed in, teasing the tight ring gently. Emily’s eyes fluttered shut, her hands gripping the counter as Melena slipped one finger inside.

“Ohh—fuck...”

James stepped closer, his cock bobbing, already slick with water and need. Melena looked up at him, her hand still working inside Emily.

“You ready?”

He nodded.

Melena reached out, took his cock in her free hand, and began to stroke it with the same lube she was using on Emily—long, smooth strokes that made him groan deep in his chest.

“She’s tight,” Melena whispered. “Be slow at first. But she wants it.”