"Fuck," Jean cries out, her body tensing as she feels the hot rush of pleasure wash over her. Her nails dig into his shoulders, drawing blood as she comes hard around him.

Emma moans in sympathy, arching her back off the bed as she feels herself on the brink of orgasm. She presses a kiss to Dj's neck, whispering his name hoarsely before coming apart beneath him with a shuddering cry.

As their bodies begin to relax, Emma leans down to gently nibble at the skin of Dj's neck. "Well," she says breathily, "I hope you enjoyed that."

Jean laughs softly, rolling off of him and onto her back on the bed. "Me too," she agrees, running a hand through her hair. "Guess we should get going..." They both glance at each other meaningfully, knowing that they'll be back for more.