Both gulped for air as Cam flexed and rotated her fist within Michael. Soon they were both pulsing at a frenetic pace. Both in spasms. Both women screamed and came together in a heap on the bedroom floor, gasping for air.
* * * *
Michael lay with her back to Cam. Both were still covered with sweat but not a word had been spoken in the last half hour. Michael had simply rolled away when their lovemaking had ended and, after the first few minutes, Cam had thought she’d fallen asleep. Now, from her breathing, Cam knew she was awake.
“Is something wrong?” Cam asked, softly.
Michael hesitated. “Maybe I’m just tired,” she finally said.
Cameron sensed that that was not the full truth.