“Hold on to the headboard.” I could hear the desperate groan in my own voice.
Zoey did just that as I impaled her hips. I moved hard and swift, no longer exercising patience. I was now turned on by the fruits of my labor. I tried driving deeper and deeper into her. I relished this moment of her supplication; she rarely showed it. But I felt it while bucking into her as she called my name like a fucking plea. I didn’t know if she could come for a third time, but just in case I needed to warn her.
“I’m about to bust, Ni?a!” I grounded out.
“Okay,” she drug out dizzily.
I exploded. Completely overcome with her submission, I lost control. I pulled Zoey into me by the hips as my body jerked, releasing my desire for this woman. Once able to move again, I slipped out and collapsed next to her on the tiny bed. After a few moments, I was able to speak.
“Zoey, where’s your bathroom. I need to flush this condom.”
Zoey moaned, satisfactorily. “Give it to me. I’ll take it.”
I steeled at those words. Those were the maneuvers of gold-diggers. The type of women I was good at detecting. There was silence for seconds long until I was able to remind myself of who I was with. I won’t say I’d suddenly become easy with doing it, but I did succumb to the offer. I pulled the rubber off and double tied it before handing it to Zoey.
The thoughts that raced through my mind while she took off to the bathroom were not of paranoia or doubt that Zoey was indeed flushing the used condom. No. They were far-reaching and just plain ole fucking crazy. Absolutely insane with this young and promising young woman’s bright future ahead. Nope! Couldn’t continue down that road of insanity.
Zoey retuned next to me on the bed. She wiggled her way into my frame.
“When you were coming, why did you say you couldn’t hold out?”
“I don’t know,” Zoey answered, aloof. “It’s what you always say. And now that I can do what you do, I figured that’s why you say it.”
“Okay, so the word is orgasm. And yes, I say that to you when I’m about to, but that’s my role as a man. You’re always supposed to come first. It’s my job to make sure you do. It’s the only way for me to know if you’re enjoying me.”
“Oh, is that what guys do?”
I chuckled. “I don’t know what guys do, Zo. I can only tell you that a real man works for his lover’s orgasm before he reaches his own. You never let a man get in the habit of neglecting your need to release.”
“Is that my job?”
“Yes and no. Generally speaking, it takes women longer to climax than men. If he’s your lover and not just someone you’re fucking, it’s his job to be patient and help you work toward it. If you’re just fucking, you may be on your own.”
“You’re my lover, Stent,” she whispered docilely.
I confirmed right away and vehemently. “You’re damn right.”
“Wow,” she sighed. “I’ve learned three amazing things tonight.”
“What?”
“How breathing affects my ability to orgasm; that my lover is equally responsible for my orgasms; and what you can do with that long and wide tongue of yours.”
Unable to control my laughter, I blurted, “What?”
“Yeah, from the first picture I took of you at the diner last summer. I’d been wondering what you could with something that size.”
Still laughing, I said, “Zo, get some damn sleep.”
“Okay,” she sighed, contended.