Chapter 312: Draining Him Thoroughly * (2)

The oil-slick hands never stopped moving, but the rhythm shifted. What had begun as careful, deliberate massage deepened into something slower, heavier with intent. Anna’s cream-glossed fingers lingered over Silas’s heart, feeling the strong, rapid beat beneath her palm.

Chloe’s mouth brushed the shell of his ear as she whispered, "We’ve missed the weight of you. The sound of your breath when you stop fighting and just feel."

Gromda’s strong hands continued their path along his thighs, while Echidna kept her light, teasing hold on him, never quite giving enough pressure to push him over.

Then Gromda’s fingers closed fully around him.

She inhaled sharply, a visible shiver running through her entire body as her grip tightened with reverent familiarity.

"I missed it," she breathed, voice low and thick with emotion. Her thumb stroked once along the underside, slow and deliberate, as if reacquainting herself with every ridge and pulse. "Gods, I missed the heat of you. The way you fill my hand."

Silas’s head tipped back against the padded table, a low sound escaping him that was half groan, half broken sigh. The soft ice around his wrists and ankles warmed further, loosening just enough to let him flex without freeing him completely. Anna leaned down and kissed the corner of his mouth, soft and lingering.

"Let us have you," she murmured against his lips. "All of us. Properly."

Chloe’s hands slid up his chest, lace brushing skin as she rose onto the table beside him. She straddled one of his thighs, the thin barrier of her lingerie the only thing separating them, and rocked once, slow and deliberate, so he could feel the heat of her.

"We’ve waited so long for this night," she said, eyes locked on his.

Echidna moved to his other side, white lace glowing in the candlelight. She reached for the soft ice at his ankles and whispered a quiet word; the restraints melted away into cool mist that left his skin tingling.

Immediately she guided his legs wider, settling between them with graceful certainty. Her fingers joined Gromda’s for a moment, both of them stroking him together in a shared, almost worshipful rhythm.

Gromda’s free hand rose to cup Silas’s jaw, turning his face toward her.

"Look at me," she said softly. When his eyes met hers, she smiled, fierce and tender all at once, and leaned in to kiss him. The kiss was deep, unhurried, full of everything she had held back. Her hand never stopped moving on him, slow and firm, matching the careful rock of Chloe’s hips against his thigh.

Anna rose, peeled the straps of her black lace down her arms, and let the lingerie fall. She climbed onto the table, kneeling beside his head, and guided one of his freed hands to her breast.

"Touch me the way you used to," she whispered. "The way only you know how."

Silas’s palm curved around the soft weight of her, thumb brushing the peak until she sighed. At the same time, Echidna shifted, sliding her own lingerie aside. She rose over him, one hand steadying his length while she lowered herself with exquisite care. The first slow, perfect stretch drew a shared sound from both of them, Silas’s low and rough, Echidna’s soft and almost trembling.

"There," Echidna breathed, settling fully. "Exactly where I needed you."

She began to move in long, measured rolls of her hips, never rushing, letting every inch of him be felt and savored.

Gromda released him only long enough to strip away the emerald lace. She climbed higher, straddling his chest so that he could feel the heat of her against his sternum, and leaned down to kiss him again, deeper this time, tongues sliding, breath shared.

Chloe mirrored her on the other side, lace already gone, guiding Silas’s free hand between her thighs so he could feel how ready she was.

The room filled with the quiet, intimate sounds of skin against skin, soft gasps, and the low, continuous murmur of their voices. Anna leaned down to kiss the side of his neck while he touched her.

Chloe rocked against his fingers, whispering how much she had ached for this exact closeness. Gromda’s kisses grew more urgent yet never rough, her body pressing down as if she needed the solid weight of him beneath her to believe he was truly home.

Echidna’s movements remained steady and deep, every roll of her hips deliberate, eyes never leaving his face. When she leaned forward, hands braced on his chest, the change in angle made Silas’s breath catch.

Gromda shifted so that Echidna could kiss her, the two women sharing a slow, open-mouthed kiss above him while still moving against his body.

Chloe’s fingers threaded through Silas’s hair as she leaned close to his ear.

"You’re so good for us," she whispered. "So open. So ours."

She guided his mouth to her breast; he closed his lips around her with quiet hunger, and her soft cry of pleasure blended with the others.

The soft ice at his wrists finally dissolved completely. Free at last, Silas’s hands rose, one sliding up Gromda’s back to hold her closer, the other finding the curve of Echidna’s hip to deepen her next slow thrust.

The contact was intense, every sensation heightened by the long wait and the careful way they had built to this moment, yet it remained wrapped in tenderness. There was no frantic urgency. Only the steady, rising heat of four women who loved him taking him apart piece by careful piece, and of a man who had missed them just as fiercely, giving himself over completely.

Anna’s mouth found his again between kisses shared with the others, while Gromda’s hand returned to stroke whatever part of him she could reach, her voice rough with emotion.

"I missed this. Missed you. Missed the way you look when you’re inside one of us, and the rest of us are touching you at the same time."

Echidna’s rhythm never faltered, deep, rolling, perfect, while Chloe and Anna and Gromda surrounded him with hands and mouths and soft words.

The intensity climbed in measured waves, each one higher than the last, until Silas’s body arched beneath them and the four women moved together to catch him, hold him, and follow him over the edge in a shared, trembling release that left every one of them breathless and clinging.

For a long while afterward they stayed tangled on the wide massage table, oil-slick skin cooling, hearts gradually slowing, soft kisses and quieter words filling the candlelit room. No one reached for clothes. No one spoke of leaving. The night was still young, and the four of them had only just begun to reclaim what they had missed.