Page 84 of Unlikely You

“Did you just come?” Honey asked and I wanted to answer her, but I couldn’t.

I was plastered to the bed with exhaustion and shock.

Oh. Sothatwas an orgasm.

No wonder people were trying to have them as often as possible.

It was different than I thought it would be. More visceral. Sharper. Like a blade or a cord that had been stretched too far and then snapped.

“Yes,” I finally said, my voice a croak.

“Wait, really?”

Honey sounded both shocked and thrilled. I couldn’t lift my head to see her, but I wished I could.

“Yeah,” I said. “Come here.”

She snuggled her way up my body and lay next to me. Somehow, I found the energy to turn my head and meet her eyes.

“How do you feel?” she asked, stroking my stomach which was misted in drying sweat. We both needed a shower and I’d have to change the bed before I went to sleep.

“I don’t know. Sparkly,” I said, raising a hand and looking at it.

Honey chuckled. “Sparkly? That’s it?”

“I don’t know. It was amazing. You’re amazing.”

My fingers cupped her cheek as she smiled. She shifted onto her side facing me.

“What do you think it was that made the difference?” she asked.

“I’m not sure. I’ll have to think about it later when the blood has returned to my brain. I think it’s all centered down there right now.”

Honey snorted and stroked my hair.

“You were beautiful, you know. It feels like an honor to have been here. Thank you for trusting me with yourself.”

I brushed my thumb across her soft lips. “You’re welcome. And thank you. For that. I didn’t think it could happen.”

I’d resigned myself to be someone who didn’t have orgasms, but maybe it was possible. It had happened once, so that meant it could probably happen again.

“Come here, baby,” Honey said, reaching for me. I rolled onto my side and slung one of my legs over hers.

“I’m so tired now,” I said, yawning. “Were you planning on staying the night? You can. Or not. I don’t want to presume.”

She tucked my head into her chest.

“I’d love to stay with you. But I’m not sleeping on this wet spot.”

We both laughed.

“Give me a minute and we can clean up and change the bed.”

Arson got veryexcited that we were putting new sheets on the bed and came to “help” by interfering as much as she could with the process.

“Oh my god, stop!” I said for the fourth time as she attempted to attack the sheet as I tucked it in.

“I’ve got her.” Honey reached for Arson and swooped her up. She wore a baggy T-shirt and a tiny pair of shorts, and she looked delectable. Her hair was damp and hanging over one shoulder.

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