“I don’t know…something like…orgasm—something that I am about to serve up to you.” Azmir bit into the piece of flesh just beneath my ear, again reminding me of my short hair, forcing me to cry out as my body melted into him. I decided to humor him.
“Orgasm may be inappropriate to use in mixed company. How about a more neutral term…like…” I tried thinking, but his long fingers were rubbing and pulling my nipple. “…pocket watch. Let’s go with pocket watch,” I groaned
“Okay. Pocket watch it is,” he breathed into my neck.
My heart was pounding and the throb in between my legs had become almost painful.
“Pocket watch?” he asked, I assumed testing it out.
I swallowed hard, trying to fight the heat rising from my belly, “I want you deep inside me. Deep enough to make me forget the pain.”
Azmir lifted my leg over his arm and entered me from behind, sending chilling waves up and down my spine. He licked behind my ear and into my neck, further driving me insane. He kept pushing deeper and deeper inside of me and I could swear that I felt him in my chest, near my heart. I didn’t realize how deep this position could place him in me. He started circling my pearl using my juices to lubricate it. It drove me wild.
“I love being inside of you. You’re so submissive and eager to take me all in,” he whispered so close to my ear and that was my undoing. “You are so beautiful. You were made just for me,” he continued his effective narrative.
Within seconds, the most fierce orgasm rippled through my core, triggering my body to violently convulse. Azmir took cue and flipped me onto my stomach and went to grinding into me, thoroughly and hard, stretching out my orgasm, and in no time felt him pumping his warm fluids into me. He growled my name insanely and I fell in love with him deeper in that moment. I’d momentarily forgotten about the pain of losing him. Of his betrayal.
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The sound of my alarm pulled me out of my dream. It was my usual one of me sharing intimately with Michelle and having her abruptly leave me, promising to return. I irately grabbed my phone diffusing the alarm, seeing it was six forty-five in the morning, and rubbed my face. My short hair was wild in a disarray and my body shivered from being bare underneath a measly sheet.
Why didn’t I use my blanket? Then I looked over to the dent in the pillow next to me and it hit me, Azmir was here last night…in my bed…making love to me, over and over again. But where did he go?
The last thing I recalled was being awakened by his mouth teasing me between my legs and eventually being underneath him, caught in another toe-curling orgasm at two in the morning. There was no way that was a dream. I was still wet…too wet. I looked down and saw the red stain beneath me. Crap! My period had arrived.
While in the shower, I marveled at Azmir’s timing. He knew my cycle and how I’d be in need before today, when my period was due. He was so observant of me, my body, it was almost uncanny. What do you expect of a darn near billionaire mogul? He knows everything there is to know about his assets and opponents. Though he never mentioned approval of my hair. Hmmmmm…
That aside, it made me wonder if this was somehow planned, deliberated—if he knew that in days I’d be so sexually vulnerable that it would be the most opportune time to make a move on me. If such were the case, it would only mean that he did think about me during our breakup. He thought long enough to plan to draw me back in. The gesture was comforting and manipulative, but I was now dealing with a new level of blues, those relating to my period. My back ached and I felt tension radiating from my neck. I knew it would be a rough day to get through, starting with deciding if I would attend dinner with Azmir and his mother.
Azmir’s betrayal created a debris around my heart, and I’d have to couple that with my monster of a menstrual. It wasn’t looking good for either one of us.
Chapter 5
Azmir