Eventually his hands make their way to my lower back as he slams me into his lap. At this point my body tightens and I am overtaken by his diligence...by his strength, pushing me down and lifting me up...and his promising words. I’m there. I’m ascending. My body convulses as my joints stiffen in orgasmic readiness. I bite my lips together as not to scream in his office.
“Yes, baby girl...let it out,” he sings just before he joins me in my outer orbit float. Azmir grunts his pleasure against me as his face collapse into my breasts and I welcome him.
We sit there for a few seconds catching our breaths. As I’m being cast back down from orbit, reality settles in. My Azmir isn’t himself. What was this all about? I want to help and comfort beyond lovemaking.
“Hey, what was that all about?” I whisper warmly.
Azmir grabs my face and slams his lips into mine, demanding my tongue, which I offer up with little reservation. His tongue takes long draws into my mouth, sweeping the entire reservoir—greedily. I grab the back of his head to balance myself in an attempt to keep up. He was communicating something, though I was quite sure it wasn’t to me, it was through me. I allow him and relish in his abrasiveness. Azmir eventually withdraws and brings his forehead to meet mine. We sit this way for a moment before he lifts and whisks me into his en suite bathroom where we clean up in private. When I’m done, I watch penetratingly as Azmir brushes his teeth. He takes notice of my gaping as he rinses his mouth.
He wipes his mouth dry and lays his towel on the wall rack. I squinted my eyes at him in playful annoyance. He snorts and reaches down to passionately kiss me. He rests the side of his lengthy body and his head against the frame of the bathroom door and smirks. There’s the panty-snatching smirk. I fold my arms in my abdomen messaging to him that I’m not letting up.
Azmir lets out a brief sexy chortle, “Brimm, it’s nothing in particular. A man with my level of responsibility can grow weary from time to time and need to blow off steam. It’s just the nature of the business, you being gone, and...shit—me seeing you in this dress and boots...that brings it all to a head,” he murmurs as he comes down to plant a wet kiss on me.
I smile and take him at his word. Frankly, I’m glad to be his method of release. “Okay,” I acquiesce. “I like you discharging your frustrations in—I mean, on me,” I muttered salaciously.
He showers me with soft kisses around my face. “Good. Because I’m not done. I have more ammunition to unload,” he shoots back as he continues to lay the soft kisses down my neck.
“You need to refresh your lipstick. I’ve smudged it. And I want to smudge it again when we get home. Let’s go say goodnight, Ms. Brimm.”
Downstairs, the second act is finishing up on stage. She’s a young female with a jazzy resonance to her sound. I’ve heard this cut on the radio. It was nice to put a face to a voice.
As we approach his friends, just about all the men in V.I.P. rise to greet Azmir. He quickly daps all of them before announcing to Petey that we were leaving. I was reading Petey’s expressions and could tell he asked Azmir if was everything okay. I guess me staying at bay didn’t help. I stood near the velvet rope. I know I had washed up, but I would die of horror if anyone had an inkling of what just took place upstairs in Azmir's office. I knew by me standing there like that made me look awkward, but I didn’t want to risk anything. Besides, Azmir made it clear that we weren’t staying and that was final. I waved goodbye to everyone and realized the ladies were too preoccupied with the show to care. We left Cobalt under our own agenda.
Hours later, back at the high-rise, Azmir and I are laid out in front of the fireplace wrapped in sheets after hours of lovemaking. I’m in euphoria after the expressions of love we’ve just exchanged. We’re talking and laughing, which is what I appreciate about our chemistry. Azmir and I laugh together. We talk about varying topics such as politics and pop culture. I guess anything is easier than discussing our pasts.
“Nah. My jokes are Kevin Hart type funny and yours are like...Tommy Davidson!” Azmir noted, mildly laughing.