Everything from the moment they came upstairs was a blur for Solomon.
He was learning that his body did not easily get drunk on wine or spirits. But women were a very different story.
His women made him fuzzy-headed, but hyper focused. He became quieter. He focused on their every sound, reaction, and twitch as if they were the sustenance he needed to live.
Yari was the most fun to torment. Her new journey into eroticism meant that she went from being terribly shy to incredibly enthusiastic without concern for decency.
Solomon's reveled in watching her beg for more pleasure. On the first night they'd slept together, she could not even fit half of him inside of her. Now, she convulsed in his arms as he pressed against her deepest depths at a relentless rhythm.
She was brought to her peak so many times that her body would no longer obey her after a while. Tears of ecstasy spilled from her bright eyes as she touched euphoria with open arms.
