Then it had gotten to be too much. I’d shouted into the pillow that I was cumming. And then I’d burst. Released. Let her in. My inner walls had contracted, and a river that had been dammed up had flowed out, bathing her hand. The orgasm had passed every cell of my body, washing over me in waves, and had left me breathless, my thoughts scattered to the four winds of creation. There’d been no words – I throbbed, I wept, I ached for her to take me in her arms.

Harley had been licking me up lovingly, covering her mouth, her tongue, and her lips with the cream I’d expressed when I came. I’d tried to sit up, reach for her arms to pull her up, and had fallen back, wracked with emotion, into the cushion when I couldn’t hold onto her arms any longer.

She’d crept up my body and kissed me tenderly, her mouth and chin glistening with my juices. She’d wrapped her arms around me as I continued to weep into her neck. I felt the thick blanket I’d covered us with earlier that evening, when I’d felt her shiver as she slept in my arms, come over us, like a sheath that drew us into a private, love-filled, corner of paradise.

Harley had slithered out of my arms, which I didn’t realize I’d wrapped around her as she continued to rock and rub her body against me, and then she stood, gracefully spinning away from me on her toes. She took giant steps backward, facing us, still swaying her hips slowly, hypnotically, while heading back into the rest of the living room, as she mouthed, “It’s closer to the truth to say you can’t get enough … you’re gonna have to face it – you’re addicted to love.”

With a final spin and cock of the hip, she mouthed again, “Might as well face it, you’re addicted to love.” And then she disappeared into the kitchen, stage right.

“Has it been just too long for me, or did we just see the hottest sex play out in front of us,” Helena asked aloud, as we all continued to gape in the direction of Harley’s disappeared form, shell-shocked. “Or at least a simulation?”