His eyes went to the floor and then rolled down to me. He didn’t want to confess what his eyes had revealed. “I wasn’t ready to give you up,” Azmir barely managed the words.
My eyes closed in my overwhelming mystification. “This relationship is insane,” I said to myself or at least I thought I had.
“That’s because I’m crazy about you.” He gave a lungful exhale, “Listen, Rayna, I know this is a little intense and it does seem insane, but I’m just trying to hold on to you and at every turn you’re trying to get away. I’m not doing that shit no more.” Azmir was letting his Brooklyn twang slip a lot today. He wasn’t fighting for control of his emotions, something rare. “I gave you space and I’ve been miserable. I’ll do anything I need to…” His words failed.
I held my reservations, but seeing a dominant man in form and command be so ardent about his need for me was invigorating. It pulled at my heart and caused a quickening deep inside me. I couldn’t get enough of him. I pulled him back to my bedroom and straight into the shower where I let him wash our reproductive liquids off me and I returned the favor, but added a happy ending when I put him inside my mouth. I worked Azmir over like I needed air to breathe. My hard work and risk of wetting my hair in my small shower paid off when he shot warm creamy fluids down the back of my throat and I ferociously sucked every baby-making specimen out of him. Back in my bed, he had me clawing the sheets while he bobbed between my thighs greedily, forcing out octaves that I didn’t know I had in me. Azmir loved tasting me and expressed it every time.
We lay in bed breathing and talking.
Azmir’s dewy skin felt wonderful against mine as I wiggled between my new sheets. He laid on his back while I faced him on my side, admiring his frame.
“How has Yazmine’s visit been?”
“Fine, I’m guessing,” Azmir spoke leisurely. “She’s met Petey, Kid, and a few other people. I took her over to the Cobalt and to get her hair done at one of my salons.” His voice was deep and relaxed as his eyes were fixated on the ceiling.
“What about the recreation center?”
“Nah. I was waiting for us to get it together so that she can see where you work while there.”
Oh.
“How have things been between you two?” I wanted to know what was going on in his heart.
He exhaled through his nose as he considered my question. “I don’t know. I get that she’s here and for the most part, her maternal adoration is still there…like she’s really interested in getting to know me but...I don’t know how to pull her in.”
“Hmmmmmm…” I measured his words. That was loaded.
“Like…there are so many layers, so many underlying factors…and I was already working on you and making myself transparent to you…but a mother is different from your woman. It’s been very complicated.”
“Do you want her to know you? Do you want a close relationship with her?”
“I think I do. I just don’t know how. This shit didn’t come with a manual, you know?,” he said in deep thought.
“Well, don’t let her read that Vibe article. It may scare the crap out of her.” I had to go there…I knew it was unnecessary, but that was an issue for me.
His neck jerked and a grin formed on his beautiful lips as his brows knitted. “What is that supposed to mean?”
Crap! “I don’t know…” I sighed.
“Did you not like the article?” he turned his head to look at me for an answer.
I shook my head.
“Why?” he asked gently, sounding almost wounded.
“I don’t know…it was very personal and invasive.” I exhaled and collapsed my head on my pillow. “It stated facts that I didn’t know about you,” I confessed with a moue.
He sat up and turned his body to face me, “What did you not know about me?”
I looked up to see the grimace on his face. Did I upset him?
“Your net worth for starters. I felt a pang run through my belly when I read the amount. How could I have lived with you and not known that you were worth a half a billion?” I caught myself whining.