Then the pleasure got even stronger, sharper. I started trembling from head to toe, my whole body shaking as the biggest orgasm of my life hit me like a tsunami. It crashed into me, leaving me screaming and writhing in its wake.
“Shit…Jamie…!” Lance pounded into me once more, his own climax hitting him. I hardly noticed, though. I couldn’t even think. All I could do was feel, and wonder how it was possible to feel that way.
The moment he slid from me, I rolled over onto my back with a heavy sigh. My muscles were like water, my insides still quivering from the force. Why had we waited days for that? If I had known it would be that good, I would have jumped him the first night instead of telling myself I shouldn’t want to.
The room was silent except for the sound of the two of us trying to catch our breath. Every once in a while, I would sigh, or he would groan. Otherwise, there was nothing but breathing.
What the heck was that? Once I started thinking clearly, I looked back to wonder who I became when I was with him. I was no virgin before then, but I never went long enough to have three orgasms in one session. He was like Superman or something. I couldn’t believe it.
He was quiet, too. I waited for him to say something, anything, to break the awkwardness starting to descend between us. I was afraid if we waited much longer to speak, it would be painful. I had to break the ice.
“I didn’t expect that.” I stared at the ceiling, breathing heavily. “I didn’t expect that at all.”
I heard him chuckle. “You didn’t?”
“Don’t tell me you did.” I turned my head to find him smiling broadly.
“No, I didn’t expect it. I wanted it, though.”
“You did?”
“You think I’m lying after that?”
I couldn’t help but giggle. “No, I don’t think you’re lying after that.”
“Well, then.” He sighed, putting one hand behind his head. “It was even better than I imagined. I can imagine a lot, too.”
“Is this your idea of pillow talk? Because it sort of sucks. Just a little.”
“Thanks. If you really wanna know, I don’t usually talk after sex.”
“Oh, what, is the girl usually so out of it she just passes out from exhaustion?” I put a hand over my forehead, pretending to swoon. He snickered.
“Yeah, something like that.” I thought the case might have been that the girl was too drunk to say anything, but I didn’t share my thought. The last thing I wanted to do was start a fight. The truth was, joking around was better than staring at the ceiling in silence, feeling like a fool.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I’m fine. Better than fine.” I blushed.
“Yeah, you sounded like you were better than fine.”
“Why are you asking, then?” I glared at him.
“I just wanted to be sure. A gentleman asks things like that.”
I laughed. “Who told you that?” I rolled over to face him.
“I read it.”
“In Playboy?”
“Penthouse.” We both laughed. I couldn’t believe we could laugh together after acting like animals. That was what we were, too. A couple of rutting animals. We didn’t make love. We fucked, putting it bluntly. And I loved it. I wondered who I was turning into. It didn’t make sense that I would become a new person just because I stayed with the club for a few days. Maybe I had always been the girl who liked it from behind. I just hadn’t known it until I met Lance.
I sighed, stretching. My body was still in a state of bliss, still trembling every so often with delicious little aftershocks. All the stress I had felt seemed like a thing of the past. I didn’t usually feel so good even after a strenuous workout.
“We both needed that,” he muttered, also stretching. “We were too tense.”
“You were tense. I was just fine.” He squinted at me, mouth curled in a snide smile.
“If that was you being relaxed, when you almost bit my head off, I’d hate to see you when you’re tense.”
I had to chuckle to spite myself. “Okay. Maybe I was a little stressed.”
“Yeah. That’s more like it.” He rolled onto his side. We were face-to-face. I could feel his breath on my face. He grinned. “You’ll have to let me know the next time you feel stressed. You know, stress is really bad for the body. It can make you sick, even.”
“Oh, it can?”
“Yeah. All kinds of bad shit. I heard it one the news once. It can give you heart disease and high blood pressure and make it tough to sleep. You can’t get anything done when you’re stressed either.” I felt his hand rest on my hip. That was all he did—at first.