I heard as Azmir’s breathing became harsh, animalistic. My heartbeat accelerated another notch and everything started to pale and fade into white clouds, propelling me into pure oblivion.
I heard echoes of my name. They were vague but became louder with every attempt. I woke up feeling off. Azmir was right there next to me softly speaking. “Are you okay?”
He had one arm arching over my head and the other holding my hand against his smooth chest. His expression was soft, almost masking.
“Wh-what happened to me?” Memories of him making love to me started to pool into the forefront of my mind. “Did I pass out?!” It was more of an accusation than a question.
He collapsed his face in my neck and nodded against it confirming that I did. I felt like he was either embarrassed for me or he did something to me that was potentially dangerous.
“What in the hell happened?” I was so confused and still fighting through fogginess. “Azmir!” I called out sternly. “What happened?”
He raised his head and looked into my eyes with a hint of a smile. I was happy to see that he was calm but I was away from home passing out during sex in a damn hotel suite. I tried to keep myself from panicking. A small part of me felt there was something reliable about his unruffled demeanor.
“You passed out for nearly sixty seconds. You got…a little overwhelmed in pleasure. Don’t worry, baby…you’re fine. I’m just happy you’re back.” He softly kissed my forehead. “Let’s go catch another shower. It’s late and we both have planes to catch in the morning; yours a little earlier than mine.”
Azmir made his way out of the bed to discard the condom and then turned for me to take his hand. I was still stuck as to what happened to my body. And why in the hell does he seem so laissez-faire about it?
“Have you done this to other women before?” I shrieked as I lay there motionless. I didn’t know if I really wanted the answer to that. But why do I care? I never care.
His face crinkled softly and sexily as he angled his head and then straightened it again tentatively. “Rayna, I’ve told you that I’m not very familiar with this.” He gestured down to his still rock hard penis.
My eyes nearly bulged out of my head when they landed on it. This man is insatiable!
He didn’t directly answer my question and I believed that was by design so I didn’t push the issue. He had experienced it before, he may have spared me the details, but he certainly answered my question. It was after two in the morning. My body was overworked, my mind was reeling, and my heart was in trouble.
Once back in the bed, freshly showered and nestled in Azmir’s protective arms, I pondered the events of the night. My mind sifted over how this time with him had greatly differed from our last time together. With much thought, I realized that tonight I had mitigated my insecurities; I willingly relinquished control to Azmir, leaving myself no will to guide our experience together. I’d somehow trusted him in more ways than just flying me to Phoenix. And when I had done that he delivered. My yielding enhanced the intimacy and made the experience that more incredible. That revelation followed me into slumber.
The following morning I awakened to Azmir whispering in my ear soft tidings of eroticism making it clear that though it was time to get up to prepare for my flight, he wanted morning love. I obliged even after he asked if my love canal was in condition to receive him. I didn’t care what my body said, there was something deeper inside of me that wanted to connect with him on the same level that cast me out of consciousness just hours before.