Chapter 8: More Than a Moment

Their moans had risen together, the room thick with heat and breath and wetness. Mouths and fingers worked in harmony, hips grinding in an instinctive rhythm until both women reached that sweet edge. Faith came first, her cries muffled against Kacie’s slick folds as her body spasmed, thighs clamping tightly. Kacie followed a moment later, gasping, face flushed, a long tremor running through her core as her orgasm crashed over her.

They slowed, the heat ebbing into something softer. Kacie slid down, curling into Faith’s side, and Faith welcomed her, an arm draped across her waist. Their kisses turned tender, slow and tasting. Sweat-damp skin pressed skin, their legs tangled, heartbeats slowly falling back into rhythm.

Faith brushed a strand of hair from Kacie’s cheek and kissed her nose, her voice low. “I don’t want this to be a one-time thing.”

Kacie blinked, surprised but smiling. Her voice was soft. “You don’t?”

“We’re here all week,” Faith said, tracing lazy circles on Kacie’s belly. “And I think I’d like to spend every bit of it with you. If you want that too.”

Kacie hesitated for only a breath, but her eyes said more than her words could. “I think I do,” she said. “You’re ... both very hard to resist.”

Faith grinned, then turned to Paul, who had remained respectfully distant, still seated at the edge of the room, his cock hard in his hand, his chest rising with restrained need.

“Come here, love,” Faith said, voice velvet.

Paul stood, his body tense and ready, his cock bobbing slightly as he walked toward the bed. Kacie’s eyes dropped instantly, watching him move, her breath catching. As he reached them, she reached out, wrapping her hand around him. Firm. Certain.

He gasped softly.

The women shifted, making space between them, but Kacie didn’t let go of his cock. Faith chuckled, easing down into the pillows. “She’s claimed you now.”

Paul grinned and carefully lowered himself between them, his head resting back, breath shallow. The women slid closer, their shoulders brushing, their mouths hovering near his cock. Kacie gave the first kiss — a soft press to the tip — then licked slowly down the shaft as Faith mirrored her on the other side. Hands and mouths moved together in perfect rhythm, teasing him with gentle strokes, lips grazing, tongues flicking.

Paul moaned, hips twitching as they took turns — one mouth on his cock, the other exploring his thighs, his balls, even the crease of his hip. Faith’s tongue was everywhere, lavishing attention on him while Kacie sucked him slow and deep, her eyes locked on his face.

Then they switched — Faith taking him into her mouth, Kacie’s tongue lapping at the base, her hand stroking in time.

Paul’s groans grew louder, his abs tightening, body tensing with every movement.

“I’m close,” he gasped. “Fuck, I’m—”

And then Kacie took him again, deeper this time, bobbing her head as her hand pumped the base. Faith, watching closely, slid her hand beneath him, fingers gliding between his cheeks until one found its mark — pressing, slipping inside, finding just the right angle.

Paul gasped — and came hard.

His cock throbbed, spilling into Kacie’s mouth, pulse after pulse, more than she expected. She moaned around him, struggling to keep up. Faith reached over quickly, taking him into her own mouth just as Kacie pulled off, sucking the last drops as she gently cleaned the head. She leaned over, licking the spill from Kacie’s chin before kissing her deeply, sharing the taste between them.

“Sorry,” Faith murmured, breathless but smiling. “Didn’t warn you. That finger? Makes him erupt.”

Kacie wiped her lip, grinning, still panting. “God ... I’m not complaining. Happens to me too, when something’s in my ass.” She said it so casually that Paul nearly groaned again.

Faith raised her eyebrows. “Oh, does it?”

Kacie nodded, the smile still dancing at the corners of her mouth.

Faith’s grin turned slow and wicked. “Well, that’s something we’ll have to explore later.”