James wants to see more

Felicity felt a hand on her waist, guiding her closer to the flame-haired beauty, and realized it was James, his own eyes burning with a fierce passion she had never seen before.

James's hands moved to the zipper of her wedding gown, slowly drawing it down her spine. The fabric whispered against her skin as it fell away, revealing the delicate lace of her lingerie. She shivered, not from cold but from the sudden realization that she was standing before her fiancé and her best friend, baring her soul and body in a way she never had before. Yet, she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into the kiss, her hands finding their way to Amy's hair, threading through the fiery locks. The sensation of being desired by two people she loved and trusted was overwhelming, but it didn't scare her—it empowered her.

With a growl of approval, James stepped back, his eyes raking over the two of them. "Fuck, you two are beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. Felicity felt her cheeks heat up at the crudeness of his words, but she couldn't deny the thrill that shot through her at his raw, unbridled lust. Amy broke the kiss, her eyes glazed with passion as she looked at James, a silent question in her gaze. He nodded, a smoldering smile playing on his lips.

Amy reached behind her own back, deftly unhooking her dress. It slithered down her body, pooling at her feet, leaving her in nothing but a matching set of black lingerie. The sight of her friend's bare skin sent a jolt of excitement through Felicity, and she knew she had made the right choice in trusting James. He had known her deepest desires and had orchestrated a night that would surpass even her wildest imaginings.

Their kiss grew more fervent, their tongues entwining as their hands roamed over each other's bodies. Felicity's palms skimmed over Amy's full breasts, the lace of the bra a mere tease to the firm flesh beneath. Amy's own hands found the clasp of Felicity's bra, freeing her small but pert breasts. The cool air kissed her nipples, causing them to pebble instantly. James's voice was a dark rumble in the background, urging them on with a string of explicit praises that only served to fuel the fire burning within them.