Sexy slumber

I drift in that hazy place between dreams and daylight, stretched across my bed, half-naked from the waist up. Then I feel it—two sets of fingers. Light, teasing. One pair traces slow circles over my stomach, the other brushes the inside of my thigh with the backs of soft knuckles. My lashes flutter. It takes a moment to understand: this is no dream. Two of my girls have slipped into the room and decided to wake me the sweetest way they know how. The one on my right leans in, her dark hair tumbling over my breast as her lips find the spot just beneath my nipple. The other presses closer on my left, her breath warm against my ear while her fingertips dip under the thin strip of fabric still clinging to my hips. I arch, a soft sound escaping before I can catch it. They move in perfect sync, mouths and hands exploring, claiming, until I’m fully awake and aching for everything they’re willing to give.