“Yes,” she breathed, pulling back from my lips just enough to speak. “God, yes.”
I traced my thumb along her jaw while Majesty worked his way across her shoulder, each touch deliberate and unhurried. She was caught between us, her breathing shallow, her pupils dilated.
“You’re so responsive,” I said quietly, watching the way she shivered when Majesty found a particularly sensitive spot. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are like this?”
“Lex...” My name was half plea, half prayer.
I kissed her again, slower this time, tasting and learning. Her hand came up to tangle in my still-damp hair, and I felt Majesty’s hand slide around her waist, steadying her as she arched into both of us.
We took our time, trading kisses and touches, learning what made her gasp and what made her melt. Majesty traced patterns on her skin while I explored the taste of her mouth, the softness of her lips. She was pliant between us, trusting us to support her, to guide her through sensations that were clearly overwhelming.
“Touch me,” she whispered, though we already were.
“Where?” Majesty asked, his voice low and rough.
“Anywhere. Everywhere. I don’t care,” She broke off when I nipped at her lower lip, a small punishment for not being specific.
“Use your words,” I instructed gently. “Tell us what you need.”
“I need...” She struggled to think, clearly lost in sensation. “I need to feel you both. I need to know this is real.”
“We’re real,” Majesty assured her, his hand splaying across her stomach. “This is real.”
I kissed her jaw, her temple, letting her catch her breath. “We’re not going anywhere, Cami. We’re right here.”
She turned her head to capture Majesty’s lips, and I took the opportunity to explore the column of her throat, feeling her pulse race beneath my mouth. The sounds she made were intoxicating, each small gasp and moan evidence of how affected she was.
When she finally pulled back, she was flushed and breathless, her lips swollen from our kisses. She looked between us with something like wonder.
“That was...” She couldn’t seem to finish the sentence.
“Intense?” Majesty supplied with a gentle smile.
“Perfect,” she corrected. “That was perfect.”
“It’s just the beginning,” I said. “If you want it to be.”
“I do.” There was no hesitation in her voice. “I want this. Both of you. Whatever this becomes.”
“Then we’ll figure it out together,” Majesty said, pressing a kiss to her temple. “One day at a time.”
She relaxed back against the couch, still nestled between us, and I could feel the rightness of it. The three of us in this space, testing these new boundaries, exploring what could be.
“I should probably go to bed,” she said after a moment, though she made no move to leave. “It’s late and I’ve had a lot of wine.”
“You should,” I agreed. “But we’re in no rush.”
“Can I ask one more question, Sir?”
“Always.”
“When you said you’ve shared partners before, was it like this?” She gestured between us, at the tangle of bodies and warmth. “Did it feel like this?”
I exchanged a look with Majesty, and I could see the same realization in his eyes.
“No,” I said honestly. “It never felt like this.”
“What’s different?”
