I felt like I had to reassure him after receiving such a lavish gift. I had to try harder.
“Listen…I know you were trying to address my emotional deficiencies earlier. I want you to know that I know they’re there and I’m going to try and work on them. I realize now how I have major trust issues—with everyone, but men in particular. Just please be patient with me as I work through them. Can you do that?” I vulnerably asked.
“If you need me to.”
His voice was raw and assuring, speaking to the arctic cages of my heart. I followed up with gesturing for a kiss and he obliged.
My phone rang and I knew it was Michelle. Not many people had my personal cell number and even fewer called.
“Hey,” I tried keeping my voice appropriately low.
“Na-Na, that blue sarong you let me borrow last month, are you planning on wearing that while away?” I’d totally forgotten about it.
“No.”
“Good because I want to pack it to wear. You don’t mind, do you?”
“Of course not. Knock yourself out.”
I affectionately glanced over to Azmir who was quietly finishing his meal. He was so easy to ogle. What was even more appealing was his insouciance of his superior features. There were times where he seemed to be aware and other times just oblivious. But everyone else took notice of his beauty whenever I was with him. There was always an eye constantly stealing a long appreciative gape, particularly of the female persuasion.
“Awesome! Hey, you still out?”
“Yes.” Like, really, Michelle? She was practically yelling into the phone. I could tell she’d been a little buzzed. I’d just hoped she had timed it well against her prescription schedule.
“Have you sucked that big black cock yet?” I gasped and my eyes flew up to Azmir who appeared unalarmed and I silently prayed that he didn’t hear that over the soft music of the restaurant. After my assessment I went back to her.
“Shelly, you know that I can’t do that now. We’ve talked about this before.” I tried sounding admonitory, I really didn’t want to discuss this with him mere inches away.
“Suck his cock, Na-Na! That’s an order! He’ll love it, and you will, too!” I heard the humor in her voice. She was out of control and I’d planned to rip into her in the morning.
“We are so not discussing this right now. I have to go. Please don’t overdo it tonight. We have an early morning, Shelly,” I heeded, ending the call.
Letting out a deep exhale, I slipped the phone back into my clutch and before I could fully pick up my fork— “She’s right, you would,” Azmir spoke evenly and sotto voce.
Could he be referring to…? He ignored my quizzical gaze, keeping his eyes down to his food as he cut into his chicken.
“I…I would what?”
“You would enjoy pleasuring me orally.” Slowly, his eyes ascended to mine. “Why can’t you do it?” Azmir seemed to have sang those words—directly to my sex. I felt it leap.
My face heated up in sheer embarrassment. I was really going to harm Michelle the following morning when I got my hands on her size four ass.
“I can show you how to please me if that’s what you’re concerned about. I would enjoy it.” How could he keep a straight posture and equable tone when taking on a topic like this?
“It-it’s just that…I—”
“You don’t have to discuss it if it makes you uncomfortable. I just thought I’d give clarity to the subject.” He went back to his food as he continued, “It’s not like you haven’t given it some thought.”
I was frozen in my seat, not knowing where to go after that heady exchange.
“Finish your meal, Brimm. We’ll work around it,” he commanded as he maintained his attention on his plate.