The next morning
Light reaches me, coaxing me to wakeness. The sun beams through my eyelids.
My mind surfaces, drifting through the last remnants of REM sleep, where sensation comes before any meaning can.
I don’t move. I catalog.
The mattress is soft under me, heat retained from too many bodies sharing it for so many hours.
My limbs feel heavy with sleep yet loosened from satiation, that pleasant aftereffect of exertion followed by rest.
Then slowly, I become aware of what’s taking place between my thighs, a wet warmth that laps upwards until it circles around my clit.
Hands rest on my inner thighs, spreading them apart. The pads of his fingers are rough, his thumb large and poking at my hole clenching around nothing, when I spent last night getting used to their girths.
The pressure and pleasure are rather familiar by now thatrecognition arrives without effort.
Stan.
Knowing it’s him licking my soaking center eases me as my breath deepens.
Closer to my ear, a voice murmurs sweet whispers, words of approval threaded with affection. Fingers trace my cheek with careful attention, as though mapping skin they now know well after an entire week of getting to know it. His touch is gentle yet grounding, balancing out everything else my body is registering.
Lix.
His lips land by my earlobe, nibbling lightly while he calls me a good girl, asking me softly to wake up and feel their touches.
I blink awake a little, eyelids fluttering halfway open, as I stare.
First at Lix who captures my lips with his. He moans into it, sending shivers down my spine. He tastes salty yet sweet, sort of minty, most likely from recently brushing his teeth.
I wonder if the three of them have been awake, merely waiting for me.
Lix’s finger finds my right breast, poking tenderly at my pebbling nipple.
My left breast is in Idris’ mouth. He must be the one latching onto it, suckling and circling with his tongue.
Idris.
His precise tongue sends a clean line of sensation straight through my chest, impossible to misattribute. After these past few months, he seems to know my body best.
But he pulls back to speak to Stan in low tones, words I can’t catch when I’m waking to so much pleasure all at once.
I exhale slowly, allowing myself to become fully aware of the configuration I’ve found myself in, how naturally my body accepts it, sustained by the trust and familiarity I’ve come to find in the threeof them.
That, more than anything, makes my mouth form a faint smile. Even half-asleep, my body has become alert and receptive under their control.
Blinking once more, I open my eyes completely, turning away from the blare of the sunbeam.
Lix is in my immediate line of sight, but he leans back, smiling at me.
I draw another breath in, deeper this time, and let it out slowly.
“Morning,” I murmur to them, my voice still hoarse with sleep, as I sit up, wincing at my soreness.
Three different responses reach me at once, overlapping in distinguished tones.
There’s concern in Idris’ “hey, Em, how are you feeling?”
