"Come up here"

I roll back from the edge and beckon, "Come up here."

Lydia climbs onto the bed, pouring herself into the space I've vacated and dropping her head onto the pillow next to mine. Her body is mine to pleasure and use, as effortlessly as my own, and she sighs quietly in anticipation, but makes no move herself beyond what I've asked.

I brush the hair from her face and run my hand down her shoulder to her chest. Her perfect, round tits are warm and soft as I circle them with my fingertips and pinch the nipples. She reacts softly with a breath and a wiggle to give me better access to her -- our, my -- chest.

Andrew beckons, "Come up here."

I climb into the bed, filling the warm space he's left as he rolled to the side. His body feels warm next to mine, and every movement suggests the pleasure it gives me. His body exists for my pleasure.

He touches my forehead, trailing his fingertips across my face and down to my chest. With the lightest of touches they circle and approach the sensitive points. The pleasure borders on tickling and I catch my breath until he pinches them. The tiny jolt of pain quells the tickling and I'm left feeling held.