Ethan lay there, pinned beneath Seraphina's soft, commanding weight and surrounded by Lilith's warmth at his side.
Their touch, their voices, even the heat of their breath—it all blurred together into something unreal.
Seraphina rolled her hips again, slow and smooth, dragging her slickness along his length without letting him in just yet. It was maddening, like she was toying with him on purpose.
"Still calm?" she asked, golden eyes narrowing with playful challenge.
Ethan let out a breath. "Trying to be."
Lilith giggled quietly, her hand drifting lower. Her fingers grazed his thigh, then moved between his legs, cupping him with an intimate familiarity. "Then we clearly need to stop being so gentle."
Seraphina's lips brushed his as she whispered, "You've handled our mouths. Let's see how long you last with our pussies."
With a slow, teasing motion, Seraphina reached down, guiding him to her entrance. Her breath hitched, but she didn't hesitate.
