Anita's hand presses to Asher's chest, her nails digging in, as her breath catches. Feeling them both pressed to her, watching through heavy lashes as they kiss, just makes her body tighten that much more.

As Asher's fingers curve within her, Anita screams out, bucking into his hand as her climax races through her, stealing every sense but sight. She refuses to look away from Asher and Jean-Claude kissing, seeing as much passion in the meeting of their lips as anything they've shared singularly with her.