Chapter 244: Chapter 244- Wet

For a long, suspended moment, Julian simply drank the sight of them, Clarissa and Celestia lay beside each other, a vision of surrendered beauty, their breaths shallow and their eyes dark with a mixture of anticipation and vulnerability. The delicate lace of their erotic lingerie was the final, flimsy barrier to paradise.

His hands, which had memorized every curve of their bodies through fabric, now began a new, more intimate exploration.

They slid slowly, deliberately, from their hips down to the warm junction of their thighs.

Even through the damp silk of their panties, he could feel the profound heat and tell-tale moisture that awaited him, A low, approving sound escaped him, They were both more than ready.

His focus shifted first to Clarissa, His fingers hooked into the sides of her delicate panties, Her eyes widened, a fresh wave of crimson flooding her cheeks as he slowly drew them down, The reveal was accompanied by a soft, slick sound, and the air was filled with a subtle, feminine scent, There, glistening with her arousal, was the delicate, pink blossom of her femininity, utterly exposed and quivering under his intense gaze, Clarissa whimpered, instinctively trying to close her legs, but his gentle hand on her thigh stilled her, his eyes telling her she was perfect.

Then, without pause, he turned to Celestia, Her silver eyes watched him, a storm of conflict within them -pride warring with a desperate need. He repeated the motion, peeling her panties away with the same deliberate slowness, Her body tensed for a second, a sharp intake of breath hissing through her teeth as the cool air met her heated, damp skin, Her own intimate folds, a beautiful, flushed hue, were revealed, equally wet and ready for him.

Now, both of his lovers lay completely open to him, their most secret selves offered in silent, trusting invitation, The sight of their distinct, glistening femininities, side-by-side, was the most powerful aphrodisiac he had ever known, His voice, thick with a desire that threatened to override all control, managed to form the words.

"Celestia frst," he declared, his gaze burning into her.

He then turned his head, a final thread of consideration in the storm of his need, "Clarissa... is that alright? Can you wait for me?"

Clarissa, her own body aching with anticipation, nodded quickly, her blue eyes sincere even as they glazed with lust, "It’s okay. I don’t mind waiting for my turn,"

A flicker of gratitude and apology crossed Celestia’s features as she looked at her companion, "Clarissa, I’m- anh..."

But her apology was never finished. Julian, driven by the sight of her utter readiness and the feel of her heat so close, could wait no longer. With a single, powerful, yet precise thrust, he sheathed himself completely inside

her,

A sharp, guttural cry was torn from Celestia’s lips, her back arching off the bed. Her prepared body, already slick and yearning, accepted him without the slightest resistance.

The wet, welcoming heat of her inner walls clenched around him instantly, a perfect, tight glove that drew a ragged groan from the depths of Julian’s soul, Her apology had shattered into a wordless, primal note of pleasure, the sudden fullness erasing all thought, all hesitation, leaving only raw, overwhelming sensation.

Then, without hesitation, Julian descended upon Celestia, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was not brutal, but deeply warm and consuming. It was a kiss that short-circuited her thoughts, melting the last vestiges of her icy composure into a pool of pure sensation, All she could do was moan into his mouth, a soft, helpless sound that was utterly unlike her.

When he broke the kiss, he didn’t go far. He trailed a path of hot, open-mouthed kisses and languid licks down her jaw and onto the sensitive column of her neck Celestia’s head lolled back, a broken plea escaping her lips, "Annhh... wait, Julian... nhh." but her protest was weak, her body arching against him, begging for more.

Each flick of his tongue, each gentle nip sent shivers of pleasure through her, making her feel as though she were dissolving.

Julian pulled back just enough to look at her. The sight was intoxicating. The typically cool and collected Celestia was gone, replaced by a woman with flushed cheeks, hooded eyes, and a distinctly lewd expression of raw need etched onto her beautiful face, He began to move his hips, a slow, grinding rhythm against her core, promising what was to come.

But he did not forget Clarissa, His gaze found hers, and he wordlessly beckoned her closer,

She needed no further invitation, immediately moving to his side.

Julian wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into a deep, passionate kiss as his other hand, which had been caressing Celestia’s thigh, now found its way between Clarissa’s legs, His fingers stroked her vagina, feeling the heat and eager wetness that awaited him, A sharp, eager cry was muffled by his kiss, her own hips bucking against his touch, desperately impatient to feel him inside her.

When Julian finally broke the kiss with Celestia, Clarissa was upon him in an instant, her need a tangible force. "Not yet... more..." she breathed against his lips before capturing them again, her arms locking around his neck, pulling him down into a deep, frantic kiss. The wet, sloppy sounds of their passion echoed through the room, a lewd symphony that underscored their mounting ecstasy.

Only when her lungs screamed for air did Clarissa release him, her chest heaving. But her hunger was not sated. She trailed a path of hot, open-mouthed kisses down his neck and chest, her tongue tasting the salt of his skin. "Julian..." she moaned, her voice a prayer of pure want.

Beneath him, Celestia was lost to the rhythm of his thrusts. Each powerful drive of his hips punched a series of broken, helpless sounds from her lips. "Nhhhnn..nhaa..ahhn..." Her head thrashed side to side, her silver hair plastered to her damp forehead, her composure utterly shattered.

The feel of her tightening around him, the sight of Clarissa’s worshipful attention, and the sound of their shared pleasure brought Julian to the brink. He turned his head, his voice a guttural command to Clarissa. "I’m close... get ready for me."

But it was Celestia who spoke next, her grey eyes, glazed with pleasure, meeting his. "I... I’m going to come too... Hold me... please," she begged, a rare and total surrender.

In one fluid motion, Julian obeyed. He wrapped one arm around Celestia, pulling her tightly against his chest. In response, she wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles and drawing him impossibly deeper inside her. He buried his face in her neck, his hot breath washing over her skin before his tongue and lips found the delicate shell of her ear.

The sensation was her undoing. A violent shudder wracked her body. "Annhh..! I’m... I’m cummingg!" she screamed, her voice breaking as her climax seized her. Her inner walls clenched around him in rapid, milking spasms, a silken vise gripping him perfectly.

That final, irresistible pull shattered his control. With a deep, primal groan, Julian poured his release into her, a hot, pulsing flood that seemed to have no end.

Celestia cried out again, feeling the searing heat of his seed filling her, the profound warmth spreading through her very core and prolonging her own ecstatic release until they were both spent, trembling, and utterly fused together in the aftermath.