Lyra's hand finally freed him from his remaining clothing, and Satou's breath hitched as the cool air of the room met his heated skin. Jessica's lips trailed lower, from his neck to his collarbone, her breath a warm caress.
"Lie back," Lyra commanded softly, her voice a low hum of authority and desire. She guided him down onto the bed, the sheets cool against his back. The magical lights cast shifting shadows across the ceiling, but all he could see were the two women moving over him, their expressions a mix of tenderness and hunger.
They didn't need to speak. Lyra knelt at his right side, her golden eyes locking with his as her fingers traced a tantalizing path down his stomach. Jessica mirrored her on his left, her blue eyes soft but intent. Their hands met at his hips, and together, they began a slow, maddening exploration of his thighs, his abdomen, everywhere but where he was now achingly hard.
