THE SEX REBEL OF JESUSLAND, mini-chapter 61

61. The orgasm

He began to lick her thighs again, steadily moving towards the center. His hesitation about the weird prayer vanished. He wanted to serve her like she had served him the first time.

Adam was very gentle. Eve had a sense of opening up in a new way, as though a melody was gathering itself under his attention. Waves of warm feeling washed over her. She was his saxophone. He played a ballad between her thighs. She’d never experienced such delicious sensations before. Was this the ecstasy her body had been created for, but had never known till now? She had always thought of herself as a terrain on which others could enjoy themselves, instead of one that was there for its own enjoyment. But then this pleasure had never happened before. Ezra had never done this to her.

This must be my first truly great oral sex, she thought, as she felt a steady warmth billow out from a midpoint to the rest of her. When it had spread all over her body, she experienced it as a fiery glow that boomeranged from her extremities to the center and back. She let the sensation take her further. It rolled over itself, building stronger and stronger, and engaging bigger and bigger parts of her body, until it reached a state where she felt that she was losing all control and was held hard and helpless (the giving up of control that she never let happen before. She felt prepared, like a meal, to give herself over to a man. At this juncture she couldn’t tell where the glow started and where it ended. She couldn’t locate it, though she knew it had begun at the point where he touched her with his tongue. The sensation came in great waves. She was an ocean swelling under a great wind, or displaced by the lumbering flexing of a gigantic whale. Bigger and bigger, until she was at the end of something. Her hands gripped his head as though she were hanging on to a rock in the middle of the sea. She breathed harder and harder, and she had no idea she was moaning out loud.

Then she caught herself. She was moaning his name. How could she be that dependent? She should be moaning the name of God.

“Adam, Adam.”

Louder. Louder.

“Adam! Adam!”

An animal worked her throat. It growled. It roared. She hovered on the brink of some delicious infinity for ten, twenty, thirty seconds. The sensation was unendurably endurable.

The last wave came at her with such a force that it swept her entire consciousness out of her mind. She was nothing but a throb. She rode it mindlessly, something impossibly delicious, improbably consuming, so good it hurt, and then the wave broke.

The release was so forceful, her body couldn’t bear it. Her limbs began to twitch. Feverish aftershocks ran up and down her spine. She couldn’t control anything. Her face fell open. Tears tumbled out of her. She trembled again and again. The orgasm. Her first orgasm with a man. No wonder the women’s magazines made such a fuss about it. Every woman’s birthright. The main event. The big feeling. This was the ecstasy that she, Eve Trent, had been created for. She opened her tear-filled eyes. Adam stared at her, a loving smile on his face. Here he was --- the miracle worker. She wanted him to slide up next to her and put his whole body against her, so she could make him feel wonderful too, but he was way down there.