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.

Rosa was the first to move lower. She shifted down the bed, settling between Jake’s spread thighs. Her silver hair spilled over his hips as she leaned in. Without hesitation, she took his already hardening cock into her mouth, her lips wrapping around the thick head with practiced warmth.

She sucked slowly at first, her tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge, tasting the clean salt of his skin and the faint hint of the wine he had been drinking.

A low, appreciative hum vibrated through her throat as she took him deeper, her cheeks hollowing slightly with the effort.

At the same time, Chelsea moved to join her. She lay on her side beside Rosa, her dark hair brushing Jake’s thigh. Her mouth found his balls, her tongue licking slow, wet stripes across the sensitive skin before she took one gently into her mouth, sucking with a soft, rhythmic pressure that made Jake’s hips twitch upward. Her hand rested on his other thigh, stroking soothingly even as her mouth worked with focused attention.

Raani continued kissing him, her lips moving from his mouth to his jaw and back again. She swallowed his low groans, her tongue dancing with his in a slow, intimate rhythm that matched the pace the other two women had set below. One of her hands rested on his chest, fingers splayed over his heart, feeling the way it beat faster beneath her touch.

Elise shifted upward, her body sliding along his side until she could reach his chest. Her mouth found one of his nipples, her tongue circling it slowly before sucking it into the warmth of her mouth. Her hand mirrored the action on the other side, pinching and rolling the sensitive peak between her fingers. She watched his face as she worked, her eyes dark with arousal, her own breathing quickening at the sounds he was making.

Jake lay back against the pillows, his body surrounded and claimed. The wine made everything feel more intense—the wet heat of Rosa’s mouth sliding up and down his cock, the gentle suction and licking from Chelsea on his balls, the deep, claiming kisses from Raani, and the focused attention Elise gave his chest. His hands moved restlessly, one threading into Rosa’s silver hair, the other resting on the back of Raani’s neck as she kissed him. Soft, involuntary sounds escaped his throat—low groans and quiet gasps that the women seemed to drink in like praise.

Rosa took him deeper into her mouth, her hand wrapping around the base of his shaft to stroke what she could not fit. Her eyes flicked upward occasionally, watching his face with a mixture of love and hunger. Chelsea’s tongue continued its slow, thorough exploration, occasionally moving higher to lick along the underside of his cock where it disappeared into Rosa’s mouth, adding another layer of sensation that made Jake’s thighs tense.

Raani broke the kiss only long enough to whisper against his lips, her voice husky. "We talked. We decided. We are yours, Jake. All of us. Together." Then she kissed him again, deeper, swallowing the moan that rose from his chest as Rosa and Chelsea worked in tandem below.

Elise’s mouth left his nipple to press a trail of kisses across his chest and up to his throat, then back down again. Her hand slid lower, joining Chelsea’s in gentle caresses along his inner thigh, her fingers occasionally brushing against Rosa’s cheek or hair in a gesture of shared intimacy.

The four women moved with a quiet coordination, as though they had spent the day not only talking but planning exactly how they wanted to show him their acceptance. There was no rush, no competition—only a shared focus on his pleasure and the new understanding they had reached. Rosa sucked him with slow, deep strokes, her tongue pressing firmly along the sensitive underside. Chelsea continued licking and sucking his balls with devoted attention, occasionally letting her tongue slide up to meet Rosa’s mouth in a brief, shared caress that made Jake’s hips lift off the bed.

Raani kissed him through it all, her hands roaming his chest and shoulders, occasionally pinching his nipples in time with Elise’s licking. Elise’s mouth stayed busy on his chest, her tongue tracing patterns across his skin, her soft moans vibrating against him whenever Jake’s hand tightened in her hair or on her shoulder.

The room filled with the wet, rhythmic sounds of their mouths on his body, the soft sighs and moans from the women, and Jake’s own deeper groans. The candlelight flickered across their skin, highlighting the sheen of oil and the flushed tones of arousal. The air grew thicker with the combined scents of their bodies and the lingering wine.

Jake’s head spun pleasantly from the alcohol and the overwhelming attention. His body responded eagerly despite the drink, his cock hard and throbbing in Rosa’s mouth, his skin hypersensitive to every kiss and lick. He could feel the care in their touches—the way Rosa’s hand stroked his hip soothingly even as she took him deep, the way Chelsea’s fingers interlaced with his for a moment before returning to their task, the way Raani’s kisses grew more passionate in response to his sounds, and the way Elise’s body pressed closer against his side as if she could not get enough of the contact.

They continued like that for a long time, the women taking turns adjusting their positions slightly but never breaking the circle of attention around him.

Rosa would occasionally pull back to let Chelsea’s tongue slide up his length, the two of them sharing him for a few moments before Rosa took him back into her mouth.

Raani and Elise moved fluidly between his mouth, his chest, and his neck, their hands always touching some part of him, grounding him in the overwhelming pleasure.

Jake’s breathing grew ragged. His hips moved in small, involuntary thrusts, meeting Rosa’s downward strokes.

The pleasure built steadily, layer upon layer, fed by the wine and the coordinated devotion of the four women who had chosen to accept his truth and return it with their bodies.