They continued kissing him everywhere.
Rosa's mouth moved across his stomach, her tongue tracing the lines of muscle there. Chelsea's lips found his nipples, sucking one gently into her mouth while her fingers teased the other.
Raani kissed his throat, then his jaw, then claimed his mouth again in a slow, deep kiss that made his head spin pleasantly from the wine and the rising arousal.
Elise's hands stroked up his thighs, her mouth pressing hot, open kisses along his calves and knees, moving steadily higher.
The atmosphere in the chamber had shifted completely. What had begun as a quiet, wine-soaked evening had become something thick with desire and intention. The women moved with a quiet confidence, their touches purposeful yet unhurried, as though they had spent the day discussing and agreeing on exactly how they wanted to care for him tonight.
