Chapter 32
“May I interest you in another orgasm?”
-Rand
Carolina’s green light for the rest of the night does something to me. A feral need to claim her rises up in my chest. I worry that I’ll overwhelm her if I go too hard or too fast. I force myself to slow down and enjoy the sex journey.
The minute I tasted her, I knew I was in trouble of blowing my load way too early.
“Sweet Carolina,” I mumble as my tongue enters her pussy. She doesn’t just smell like sunshine. She tastes like it too. My finger circles her clit as I fuck her with my tongue. It doesn’t take very long for her thighs to tighten around my ears and her hands to pull my hair harder. There’s something about the bite of pain in my scalp that causes me to lose control like a madman, licking and coaxing her orgasm to its peak.
I barely hear her scream out my name before she’s tightening around my tongue and fingers again, spilling her honey into my mouth with a third orgasm. I ease up and wait until the wave passes before I sit back on my heels.
Do I look like a crazy person? Probably. I’m kneeling at the altar that is my goddess, Carolina. Suddenly, paintings and sculptures of women in the throes of passion make sense. It’s not because the artist was going for shock value. It was because he wanted to show off his male satisfaction of making his woman see the heavens and scream his name.
I want to draw her. Or sculpt her out of the finest marble. Or thump my chest as I swing through the jungle letting out some caveman-like roar.
Mine.
I’ve had plenty of sex in my lifetime. I aimed to please the women who shared my bed with the motto:ladies first. But until this moment, it always felt like an obligation.
For the first time in my life, I’m sitting in front of a naked woman, Dick as hard as a fucking rock, and all I can think of is…
“Want another orgasm?”
Her head tilts up to eye me. “Are you crazy?”
I grin. “Crazy about giving you another orgasm? Yes.”
She shakes her head with a laugh. I wait for her to nod at me to continue. When she does, I get off the bed.
“Where are you going?”
I pick up my supplies from the dresser. “Safety first. Now, I need you to get off the bed and stand right here.”
She groans in protest but does as I ask.
I place the box of condoms on the nightstand, then lay down on the bed, and hand her my makeshift sex cuffs.
“What the hell, Rand? Are these,” she frowns at the plastic rings. “Soda rings?”
“Yep,” I wiggle to get comfortable, then show her my wrists. “I’m spitballing here. I know your first experience wasn’t your choice. And I know intercourse might trigger a few things for you if I was on top. So, I want you to tie my wrists with those soda rings. Then, you’re going to be in charge. You put on the condom. You decide how much penetration you want because you’re going to be on top.”
Carolina snickers. “Soda rings are your sex handcuffs?”
I lift a shoulder and thrust my wrists at her once again. With a laugh, she threads the plastic rings around my hands, effectively tying them together.
“Okay, then,” Carolina bites her lip as she considers her next move. “Put your hands above your head.”
“As you wish,” I wink and do as she commands.
She licks her lips and stares at my boxers. Dick is painfully hard at this moment. But thankfully, he’s also quiet. He knows his time is coming. He needs to be patient.
I lift my hips as Carolina slides the boxers off of me. My cock springs free.
“Holy shit,” her eyes are wide as she stares at Dick.
“What?” I look down.
