Richard kneels up to one side, watching her. I watch her. Beth watches her, briefly twisting to plant a kiss on my cheek.
And as she hits her peak, James backs away, unzipping and releasing his erection as he stands, then dropping again, he spears into her. Her screams rise; louder, higher. James is already as close as I was with Beth. He’s f*****g her hard, hilting himself with every stroke, riding her as though there is nothing else, no-one else in the world but they two.
And as his own climax takes him, he presses into her. At hip and head, pelvis grinding, his mouth fastened over hers, shuddering, he gasps and heaves and spills into her.
*****
“Why don’t we head for the hot-tub… well warm-tub, Charlotte being in the condition she is…” says James, giving her a wink. “I put the wine
