Rayna’s hooded eyes curiously rise to meet mine, “Okay…now you tell me a secret. I wanna learn something new about you, too.”
“Uhhhh…let’s see,” I quickly think of how I can play along with her moment of truth game. “I don’t think you shared anything new; just confirmed what I’d already known,” I admit.
“Well, was there anything impressive about me…since you’ve brought up my inadequacies?”
“Of course, there were many impressive things about you, sexually. It’s clearly the reason I’ve had more sex with you in the past few months than I have with any one woman.”
“Huhn?” Rayna’s eyebrows narrow. “This can’t be true. You were with Tara for what…six years?”
“I know,” I nod. “It doesn’t seem plausible, but by the time we hit the ninth month mark, where you and I are now, I hadn’t had as much sex with Tara. That novelty had run its course long before then.”
Rayna looks even more confused. And per usual, I don’t want to explore this conversation. It could reveal more than I ever want her to know about me.
“So, does that mean our time is coming? The time when sex isn’t as interesting as it’s been? It’s the same question I asked while we were in the shower, that night I officially moved in with you.” Rayna’s eyes dance in their sockets. “Oh, my god, Azmir, I can’t even imagine life without sex with you. Sex with you is like—”
“Fucking amazing,” I chime in with a definitive tone.
She turns to me with squinted eyes, but a full on blushing face, “Well, yeah, but you didn’t have to be so conceited about it.”
“There’s nothing wrong with great sexual chemistry. That’s what we have, Brimm,” I say as she burrows into my arms, finding her place of comfort.
“Yeah…great is an understatement,” she whispers, much to herself. If I know my lady, she’s horny as fuck right now just thinking about how I smash her. But there’s nothing I can do about it. She’s bleeding.
“If it makes you feel any better, I have a secret as well,” I murmur.
Rayna’s head shoots in the air and eyes light up like a Christmas tree. Unable to hide her curiosity, she sputters, “Pray tell.”
My gaze makes its way to the wall ahead, in the distance. “I was nervous as hell the first time we smashed.” Now I’m looking for her reaction.
Rayna shakes her head as her eyes roll to the back of her head. She tries like hell to conceal her smile.
“What? I was,” I argue.
“But why must you use the word smash? Seemed like more than that to me at the time.”
“Well, we both know it was very special, but I wasn’t my best. I was nervous.” I can’t believe I’m admitting this shit.
Her eyes shoot up to me. “Why?”
“I don’t know,” I shrug over a sigh. “It took so damn long…and so many near-incidences that when it was finally time, I wasn’t on my A-game.” I get caught up in those historical feelings from that night at the Four Seasons. “At some point after tasting you that first time, I decided to over-perform. I mean, I knew I had to impress you, but I also knew moving forward, I wanted to be sure to please you.”
Rayna’s soft hand brushes against my chest. “But you did…that very first night.”
“I know, but it wasn’t with my preferred comfort level. I’ve never been intimidated by sex. With you everything’s…new.” My gaze finds its way to her.
She swallows hard, “It was beautiful. And so was the second and each time there on out.”
“Oh, I know the second time was remarkable. Once I realized I had another opportunity and that you’d stay with me in Phoenix, I quickly decided to get my shit together and show you I’m the fucking man. I made sure you wouldn’t forget me anytime soon.”
Rayna howls like she’s being tickled. I watch her, completely content by her joyful state. Though I added the comic relief, I’m serious as hell.
“I’d like to have a dinner party,” I announce, attempting to remove us from the previous topic.
Rayna shifts in the bed to face me. “Really? Where?”
“Here.”
“Really?”
I laugh. “Yes, here. In our home.”
“Who would you invite?”
“I have a few of my east coast buddies that I’d like you to meet.”
Rayna’s penetrative gaze is into my chest as she’s processing this.
“Do I have to invite people?” she asks as her brown irises reach mine.
“No, baby. Just show up in all your sexy grandeur. I want to show you off to my friends.”
Rayna exhales as a gorgeous smile cracks on her face. “I want to host it.”
“You don’t have to worry about cooking for so many. I can set it up with Chef Boyd.”
“No, I want to host your friends. I think it’ll be good for me…something new, you know?”
She’s really serious about this. I smile at her determination.
“I’ll need Boyd’s help, but I want to spearhead it,” she mutters while her eyes bounce back and forth between mine, tentatively awaiting my reaction.
“Go for it.” I kiss her forehead.