There comes a time where something someone does in bed will make her eyes nearly roll into the back of her head. That moment happens when another set of fingers, wet with her pussy juices, slips inside her. Lily makes a whimpering sound, needy for more.

She worries her lower lip, cheeks flushed, gaze heavy as she watches Sirius below her. He's reclined like a king, watching the way she fingers herself, pupils blown wide until the grey of his irises are swallowed. His lips are red, kiss swollen. Are James' the same?

"Touch me," she whispers to him, maneuvered by her husband in a way that brings her lower, closer to him. Sirius' hands cup her tits, but she wants more. She wants him to squeeze and pinch and do whatever else he wants to them. She wants him to sear her alive with each touch, much like James is doing as she grinds down on their fingers. Her breaths are turning into tiny gasps the longer hers and James' fingers work her cunt.

"I want--I want you both to fuck me. Stretch me open. Fill me up." She spares a glance over her shoulder to James. "Please."