In answer, I reached for both of them, drawing them down with me onto the furs that had been arranged beside the fire pit. The soft pelts caressed my bare skin as their hands began to explore with reverent intensity, learning the geography of my body as if mapping territory they intended to memorise completely.
"We've dreamed of this," Jackson confessed, his lips brushing the sensitive skin below my collarbone. "For so long."
"Show me," I whispered again, arching into their touch.
What followed transcended physical pleasure. As their hands and mouths explored every inch of me, the bracelets pulsed with increasing intensity, creating a feedback loop of sensation that blurred the boundaries between us. I felt their pleasure as if it were my own, knew instinctively where to touch, how to m
