Chapter 52 Elise And Her Boys (Cont)

• TOBIAS
• A lot of the sex I’ve had throughout my life was choreographed. Designed specifically to appeal to a viewer through lighting, body positioning camera angles and acting. Yet somehow the four of us move like we’ve practiced this dance a thousand times. We’re masters. It’s seamless. And it’s all because of Elise. She isn’t thinking now, it’s easy to see that by looking into her eyes. She’s gone to some land where all that exists is gratification. That’s right where we want her.
• She’s like a prima ballerina in the middle of a glorious lift, being passed in my hands from Gabe to Banks, her delicious body covered in a fine sheen of sweat. I haven’t said a word to Banks about how we’ll accomplish making love to her at the same time. Somehow, it’s just understood. Somehow, we already know because the choreography is coming from our hearts, not just our heads or our junk. It’s the sexual version of a shared psychosis. We’re reading each other’s minds and all of our minds are one hundred percent attuned to her. To each other.