ause there was simply no other choice, that very personal, unique connection of love trumping any other consideration of personal value. Because that person being saved was theirs. Their personal, unique person, to watch over, to sacrifice oneself for.
To the person saved, it might not really matter why the person had done it, but in this case, the distinction was extremely important to the two people saved. Gen didn't want to put too much into it, but Lyda pointing it out suggested a further cause for hope, for the future they had together.
With her usual intuition, though, Lyda left it there. She'd turned to other matters. Letting the tie drop to the floor, she pushed his shirt off, hands caressing the roundest part of his shoulders, the muscle groups in his arms, wandering over his pectorals, down to his abdomen to unhook his slacks. "You dressed up for me, didn't you?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Did you put cologne on your balls?" She pressed her bare breasts against his chest then and pushed his slacks down herself, cupping his ass anew. Noah's eyes closed, his hands gripping her waist. Gen savored the beautiful, vulnerable pose.
"Yes," he said.
"Tease. Take the rest of it off."
Lyda stepped back as he complied. While he did, she tugged down the zipper of her skirt, wiggled out of it, let it drop. The swatch of panties followed. Now only Gen wore anything, but the way they both turned to her, their avid gazes drinking in the way she was cinched in the middle like a wrapped piece of candy, she thought Lyda might actually not ever let her wear anything else in the house.
Noah lifted Lyda onto the bed. When she was on it on all fours, she gave him a teasing look over her shoulder. His grimace of near pain amused her as she slid between Gen's legs like a female cat stalking dinner. She dropped a kiss on Gen's mound, making her quiver, then eased her weight fully onto her, pressing her palms on either side of her shoulders.
It speared Gen with desire, longing and a love so strong, tears stung her eyes.
"Look at me, Gen. Let me see what you're thinking."
She lifted her lashes. She started to reach up, but Lyda shook her head. "Un-unh. Over your head. I want to see you stretched out under me, all mine, legs spread, arms out of the way. Full submission, baby girl. Prove who your Mistress is. Say it."
"You," Gen managed, her throat thick. "Yours." Lyda's gaze softened, and then she slid her pussy against Gen's, a welcome, a renewal, a reacquaintance. Gen shuddered, and Lyda did it again. Gen tilted her hips up, bringing wetness against wetness. Lyda bent, put her mouth on Gen's breast. It pressed her knees into the bed between Gen's and likely tilted up Lyda's hips, if Noah's suppressed groan was any indication.
"Noah, why is my pussy empty? Your cock is supposed to be in it."
If he could have leaped on the bed, Gen thought he would have. As it was, he was behind Lyda in a blink. As he banded his arm firmly around her waist, his gaze met Gen's over Lyda's shoulder. That hold wasn't incommensurate with his desires, but he knew, as she did, Lyda's right arm wasn't going to bear her own weight for long. They could care for her as she cared for them. As they cared for each other.
"Slow and easy. I want to feel every blissful inch. You move with me as I move with Gen. We'll see how good your coordination is." Lyda gave Gen a wink, though Gen saw the strain around her mouth, evidence of shuddering arousal. "Men tend to be hammer and nail, whereas we girls know the pleasure of taking the winding road." She demonstrated with another lazy rotation against Gen's pussy that had her gasping, lifting up to her Mistress.
She knew when Noah pushed into Lyda that blissful inch at a time, because she saw the tightening of her facial features, the arch of her body, felt the quiver that went through her. Since Noah was standing on his knees behind Lyda, Gen also saw his muscle groups tighten, his absorption in the way being inside his Mistress felt.
Gen dug into the headboard as Lyda kept up that friction between them, using the slickness to intensify it. And Noah, bless his ability to follow a meandering road, figured out the rhythm that brought them together, a mix of hammer and nail thrusting and spirals that built in speed and intent as the three of them created a symphony of shifting bodies, gasping breaths, soft pleas, harsh grunts, muttered oaths. It was the pleasure of making love and fucking at once, of being together and being alive.
"I can't..." Gen had been so close before, and now, the two of them were a force she couldn't resist. "Mistress, please...may I come?"
"What do you think, Noah?" Lyda let out a small moan Gen treasured as Noah punctuated her question with a powerful thrust. He set his teeth to Lyda's throat.
"Yes. Fuck, God. Let her go, Mistress." He shook his head. "Let her go over."
Lyda met Gen's gaze. "A fine distinction, Noah. Go over for us, Gen."
With Lyda stimulating her with every intentional and indirect movement of her body, the latter thanks to Noah's efforts, Gen exploded into the climax. That delicious rush of fluid bathed her labia, spurted against Lyda's cunt. It would slide through those slick folds and pool against Noah's testicles. Gen let the thought add to the searing pleasure of everything that came crashing down on her then. She had only one thing she wanted more.
"Please..." She wailed it as she fell over that cliff's edge. "You...two...come...too."
There would be very few times she'd ever be able to order Lyda around. But this desperate demand was the one exception. Lyda's flesh convulsed against her, her face going rigid with pleasure. But Gen also saw and felt the strain that gripped their Mistress, as she tried so hard to fly...and came up short.
"Noah," Gen gasped.
Noah, as melded to them as if he stood inside both their souls, adjusted the band of his arm and his stance, so he supported even more of Lyda's weight. At the same moment, Gen disobeyed her Mistress. She put her hands against Lyda's shoulders, and lifted her hips, taking over that spiraling motion. It gave Lyda the support her still healing body needed to catch the wave of the climax, ride its power with them.
Linked like that, they tumbled into bliss.
*
Gen laid a slice of the gourmet Colby cheese blend in the frying egg, checking on the toast in the warmer as she did so. Lyda was reading at the kitchen table and sipping her coffee as she was wont to do when she was first waking up. Even before the accident, Sunday morning was the one day she deviated from her regimented schedule. No exercise on that day, and she allowed herself one indulgence, toasted thick wheat bread she bought from a locally run bakery that made the stuff from scratch. She spread natural blackberry preserves on it. Since having it the first time, Gen wasn't sure why anyone would buy sliced, packaged bread again.