Chapter 7: A New Rhythm

The bed was cool beneath them as Faith lay on her stomach, stretching out across the linen with a slow, decadent sigh. Her bare skin glowed golden in the morning light, muscles softened by pleasure and anticipation. Kacie knelt beside her, eyes tracing every line of her back, every subtle curve.

She reached out, fingers first — a light touch, gliding along Faith’s shoulder blades, down her spine, then back up again. Then came her hair. Kacie leaned forward, letting the waves of her dark, silken curls fall forward and drag lightly across Faith’s skin. She moved slowly, letting the soft strands tease along her neck, her arms, her lower back. Back and forth. Up and down.

Faith shivered, her lips parting in a quiet moan. Her toes curled as the barely-there sensation teased her nerves to life, building desire in a slow, dizzying swell. Her hips pressed subtly into the mattress, and she rolled to one side, eyes dark with need.

“Come here,” she murmured, reaching for Kacie with both hands.

Kacie didn’t resist. She let herself be pulled down, lips touching Faith’s in a slow, heated kiss, their breasts pressing together, skin sliding against skin. Faith rolled them gently, placing Kacie on her back in the center of the bed.

Now it was her turn.

Faith began with kisses along her collarbone, then lower — tongue tracing the edge of her tan lines, mouth lingering at the swell of each breast, taking her time. Kacie arched beneath her, sighing, surrendering to the rhythm. Faith’s hands moved with her mouth, fingers ghosting over Kacie’s thighs and sides, one hand cupping a breast while her lips closed over the other nipple.

Kacie’s moans grew louder, the sound soft and melodic, echoing through the quiet room.

Off to the side, Paul had slipped out of his shorts, his cock thick and hard in his hand. He sat back in the chair, stroking slowly, entranced. There was nothing more arousing than this—watching Faith with another woman, their bodies intertwined, pure desire radiating from every movement, every sound.

Faith looked over at him, lips swollen from kissing, a soft flush on her cheeks. She smiled knowingly, her eyes lingering on his cock, then turned to Kacie, who was watching too, her gaze locked.

Faith leaned in close to her ear. “Yes,” she whispered, “he’s big. And yes, it will fit. And it will feel so good ... but not yet.”

Kacie moaned again, her thighs shifting with anticipation, her body already trembling.

Faith began to kiss her way lower. Down her stomach, over the curve of her hip, pausing to let her tongue trace the edge of Kacie’s thong before slipping it off and tossing it aside. She lowered herself between Kacie’s legs, exhaling a warm breath across her inner thighs.

But Kacie wasn’t ready to lie back and take. She pushed up, moving with purpose, repositioning until she was straddling Faith’s face — her pussy just above Faith’s lips — while leaning down between Faith’s spread legs.

Their moans joined now, hands gripping thighs, fingers sliding into slickness, lips and tongues exploring with growing hunger. The pace was slow at first — a languid, teasing rhythm — but it didn’t stay that way. The more they gave, the more they wanted. Faith groaned into Kacie’s pussy, tongue working deep and wide, while Kacie lapped at her with the same hungry reverence, her fingers curling inside, her moans vibrating against Faith’s core.

Paul sat forward in the chair, his breath caught in his throat, every slow stroke of his hand matching the rhythm of the women before him. Their bodies moved in tandem, hips grinding, mouths open in shared ecstasy.

This wasn’t just lust anymore. It was something else — a shared current, thick with pleasure and possibility. A slow climb, every gasp and moan a step closer to the summit.

And none of them were ready to stop.