Something changed. I felt it in his thrusts. Azmir rolled his hips, thrusting at a new angle and suddenly, I felt the rim of his penis rub against a new wall deep inside of me, a very delicate spot that he honed in on. The purpose of his impels shifted. As he steadied his rhythm, I joined in with him.
“Oh, Azmir!” I screamed because he felt so good going in and out. My body started to appreciate the punishment at the hands of its newly acquired nemesis.
Abruptly, Azmir bolted out a cry and I immediately knew he was ejaculating, shooting hot semen against my swollen walls. Though arousing, it wasn’t something I’d been used to with him, as he always insisted on me coming first. All of a sudden, my canal tensed as I increased my flexes onto his cock.
I’m so close.
It’s here.
I exploded.
“Oooooh!” I cried, as the warming sensation overtook me and my belly detonated with heaps of pleasure my delicate frame couldn’t contain.
In the blink of a second, Azmir pulled out of me, once again forcing me to orgasm alone. I stood there helplessly shivering and erratically breathing. I tried to catch my heart that was now beating at an alarming rate, my head that spun uncontrollably, my limbs that trembled fitfully. My brain was filled with delirium as I fought for my lucidity. What in the hell just happened? I gathered the sheets of the bed tightly, clasping them in my hands to help steady me as I let out purrs of pleasure and of wild abandon.
Azmir stood behind me stoically. From beneath my armpit, where I took refuge during the crux of my haze, I could see his lower torso. His long columnar legs were bare, his pants and boxers were pooled around his ankles and his heavy throbbing penis dripped deliciously at the head. I felt him closely observing me. Once I was done shuddering, he walked off into the bathroom. Next, I heard the shower run.
I slowly stood to gather myself and I could feel his viscid liquids racing down my inner thighs, taking with it the flow my dignity. At a snail’s pace, I grabbed my underwear to catch his essence, trying to prevent the juices from hitting the floor. I felt...used. But that quickly, I’d figured out his game. His intent was to level me and he did. I felt humiliated. I wanted to drop to my knees and cry. I just declared my love for this man less than twenty-four hours ago and he goes sexually primeval on me. All because of Thompson.
I’m not interested in Thompson! I’m too busy trying to explore love with you! screamed in my head.
I had to admit that to some extent I deserved it. I knew Azmir must have felt some level of anxiety seeing me with Thompson considering his ordeal with Tara cheating on him with the aspiring rapper. But what nerve did he have considering he’d just betrayed me with Dawn? It seemed like a vicious web of trickery—malicious deeds. This wasn’t love.
There I stood, naked, feeling awkward. My dignity was left seated at the Wino Bar. I choked back on the tears that begged for a release, not wanting to give Azmir the satisfaction of seeing me broken. Racing through the events of the evening and processing my recent sex with Azmir, I suddenly felt exhaustion hovering over me. I needed rest or I’d crack.
The shower stopped running. Good. My turn.
As I dried off from the soothing shower, I spied Azmir’s tank T-shirt on the floor.
Hmmmmm... I’d much rather sleep in this than my own pjs. As cold as he’d been to me, I still craved every piece of him, even his scent all over me as I struggled to understand the obscurity we were stuck in. I picked it up and gathered it into my face, inhaling the A.D. Jacobs scent. Man, I can do this all day. His T-shirts at home weren’t worn. They didn’t have his body oils mixed in. I could never get used to his scent.
Why...oh, why are we fighting? Azmir, I just want to be a part of your world. But you betrayed me. Then I wondered how long would this awkwardness last. There was only one way to find out: take it one moment at a time. I saw no other alternative. Manage the moment.