My chest squeezes again. “Nothing. It’s alright.”
She frowns. “No, it’s not. I want you to feel as good as I do.”
Before I can protest, she grabs my arms, pulling off the soda rings.
“Shit!”
“Sorry,” she winces. “Did that hurt?”
“No, puffin,” I kiss her. “Just a little surprised, that’s all.”
“Fuck me, Rand,” Carolina places my hands on her hips. “All the way.”
Far be it for me to deny my woman. I flip us until I’m hovering over her, then shove my cock back into her center. “You alright with this?”
“Do it, Rand. Do it, now!”
I pull out, then slam back in. Within thirty seconds, her body is clenching around mine in another orgasm. I follow her over the edge with a shout until I’m too spent to say any more words.
I do my best to keep from crushing her while I regain my breath. Her hands are stroking my back as my release pumps inside her. I slowly pull out, dispose of the condom, then return to the bed.
She opens her arms. “Come here.”
I go to her willingly. She wraps her arms and legs around me.
“That was…”
I look into her eyes. She’s crying.
“What the hell, Carolina?” I pull back.
She swipes at the tears on her face. “No, no. Not that. I’m okay. I’m okay. It was beautiful. Oh my God! The orgasms. I thought multiples was a myth.”
I relax and brush the remaining tears from her face. “Anything for you, puffin.”
“Anything?”
I nod.
“Good. Then I want to fall asleep in your arms.”
“As you wish.”
Chapter 33
“No one ever tries to sell you THAT extended warranty.”
-Carolina
I wake with a delicious ache between my legs and an even more delicious man wrapped around me.
Spooning. We’re spooning. This is much better than cuddling with Inigo Montoya. You know, the cat. Cuddling with Mandy Patinkin might be nice, but he’s no Rand.
I stretch a bit, wiggling my hips back into his morning wood, and chuckle as Rand pulls me tighter to him.
“Morning, puffin,” he mumbles into my hair. “How’d you sleep?”
“Like a drunken baby.”
