Love Lost (Love's Improbable Possibility) (41 page)

“You know, you’re body is exquisite.”

“Not as much as yours. You must take meetings by day and lift weights all through the night,” I teased.

He let off a mild laugh, flashing his wonderfully aligned teeth. This man was too gorgeous to be true. His brown eyes were piercing and narrow nose was structured perfectly in between his strong masculine
cheekbones.

“Nah. Not at all. I have a trainer that I work with
five days a week when I’m not traveling. And when I do travel I hit the hotel’s gym. What about you? I can tell you do a little something by the slight definition in your thighs.”

“That’s because I do a
little something
outside of dance. But nothing as intense as what you do with your trainer,” I threw in a disclaimer.

“Well, it works very well for you.”

I stood under one of the larger showerheads and let the soap bubbles race down my body.

“Can I wash you?” I couldn’t believe my boldness.

Azmir’s body was so inviting that even having just been with him I couldn’t help myself. I lathered soap on the sponge again and scrubbed every inch of him and had such a thrill on the journey. When I arrived at his strongman, I wanted to taste it but didn’t feel it was that time in the relationship yet. But I did foam my hands and gripped his length from head to base. I did it several times getting aroused by the feel of the large veins that bulged. He was beautiful and a wonder to hold. Feeling my temperature rise again, I looked up to find him peering down on me.

“You better stop now or I’ll have to have another go. I’ve been trying to behave myself the entire time we’ve been in here while enduring your naked glory.” I loved hearing him wax poetic about my body.

My stomach jolted and I was overcome with lust again. “What fun is there in behaving?”

His eyes slanted
, drunken with desire as the sound of the water shooting from the showerheads and hitting the ceramic floor played the background. “I don’t know what you’ve done to me tonight.”

Emotions that I didn’t know existed started flooding my heart and I wanted to share them with him but my heart had
steel, frigid bars around it preventing from leaving its desolate chamber in my cold chest. All I could give was, “I could say the same about you,” using the same words he did to me that morning over the phone.

In seconds
, he bent down to capture my face and pulled me into a deep kiss that nearly knocked me off balance. Somehow this kiss made all memories and satiation of my previous orgasms disappear and I wanted him achingly all over again. He backed up under a showerhead and almost took me with him. I had to tread cautiously so that I didn’t wet my hair.

Back in the bedroom
, he tossed my damp body onto the bed and I scooted up to prepare myself for whatever he had coming. His dewy body sauntered over to me and grabbed my hips to pull me down closer to him in the center. I reveled in his aggressiveness, he was primal, and it made my head spin in excitement. Azmir parted my legs as far as they would separate and submerged down to the junction. His hands gripped the back of my thighs igniting every nerve ending in my body as he toured my sex with his tongue. I felt the very strong presence of his forceful masculinity. He was open, unabashed, free to express his carnal needs to me and use my body to have them met as I lay beneath his hungry mouth. I felt him insert two fingers as he made circles in several places deep down inside until I couldn’t go another second and I came forcefully in his mouth, releasing pending emotions and frustrations of not knowing how to express them.

He
didn’t let me come down before he entered me. I, once again, found myself underneath him enduring his magnificent plunges hard, potent, and relentless. Azmir was a skilled lover. His hips moved with precision, his thrusts were purposeful and even his positions were well calculated. He knew how to get me off and waited out his own orgasms. In no time at all he’d learned my body in ways that I had no previous knowledge of.

His artful thrusts wouldn’t let up, and neither did the convulsions of my body. The room started to rotate as I felt my body being pushed into another orgasm as he pounded me into the mattress.
Was I finished with the first?
I didn’t know my upside from my downside as I yelped in passion. I felt him lift my backside from the mattress pushing himself deeper into me, reaching places so far into me, desperate to fuse with me and I accepted every inch of him—devouring him as I tried to come down from my never ending, ever spinning orgasm. Every cell in my body was ignited and charged with pleasure, something I’d never experienced. I was a bag of esthesis and couldn’t control it. He was supreme—unsurpassed.

I heard as Azmir’s breathing became harsh, animalistic. My heartbeat accelerated another notch and everything started to pale and fade into white clouds, propelling me into pure oblivion.

I heard echoes of my name. They were vague but became louder with every attempt. I woke up feeling
off.
Azmir was right there next to me softly speaking. “Are you okay?”

He had one arm arching over my head and the other holding my hand against his smooth chest. His expression was soft, almost masking.

“Wh-what happened to me?” Memories of him making love to me started to pool into the forefront of my mind. “Did I pass out?!” It was more of an accusation than a question.

He collapsed his
face in my neck and nodded against it confirming that I did. I felt like he was either embarrassed
for
me or he did something to me that was potentially dangerous.

“What in the hell happened?” I was so confused and still fighting through fogginess. “Azmir!” I called out sternly. “What happened?”

He raised his head and looked into my eyes with a hint of a smile. I was happy to see that he was calm
but I was away from home passing out during sex in a damn hotel suite
. I tried to keep myself from panicking. A small part of me felt there was something reliable about his unruffled demeanor.

“You passed out for nearly
sixty seconds. You got…a little overwhelmed in pleasure. Don’t worry, baby…you’re fine. I’m just happy you’re back.” He softly kissed my forehead. “Let’s go catch another shower. It’s late and we both have planes to catch in the morning; yours a little earlier than mine.”

Azmir made his way out of the bed
to discard the condom and then turned for me to take his hand. I was still stuck as to what happened to my body.
And why in the hell does he seem so laissez-faire about it?

“Have you done this to other women before?” I shrieked as I lay there motionless. I didn’t know if I really wanted the answer to that.
But why do I care? I never care.

His face crinkled softly
and sexily
as he angled his head and then straightened it again tentatively. “Rayna, I’ve told you that I’m not very familiar with
this
.” He gestured down to his
still
rock hard penis.

My eyes nearly bulged out of my head when they landed on it.
This man is insatiable!

He didn’t directly answer my question and I believed that was by design so I didn’t push the issue. He
had
experienced it before, he may have spared me the details, but he certainly answered my question. It was after two in the morning. My body was overworked, my mind was reeling, and
my heart was in trouble
.

Once back in the bed, freshly showered and nestled in Azmir’s protective arms
, I pondered the events of the night. My mind sifted over how this time with him had greatly differed from our last time together. With much thought, I realized that tonight I had mitigated my insecurities; I willingly relinquished control to Azmir, leaving myself no will to guide our experience together. I’d somehow trusted him in more ways than just flying me to Phoenix. And when I had done that he
delivered.
My yielding enhanced the intimacy and made the experience that more incredible. That revelation followed me into slumber.

The following morning I awakened to Azmir whispering in my ear soft tidings of eroticism making it clear that though it was time to get up to prepare for my flight, he wanted morning love. I obliged even after he asked if my love canal was in condition to receive him. I didn’t care what my body said, there was something deeper inside of me that wanted to connect with him on the same level that cast me out of conscious
ness just hours before.

That morning
Azmir stroked slowly and deep, rolling his hips with precision making sure to hit the right delicate spot inside of me that sent me over the moon again and I brought him along with me. After kissing and panting, we reluctantly left the bed and retreated into the shower where we surprisingly started a flow of fascinating conversation.

It was just after five in the morning and we were naked in the shower discussing politics. That led to the topic of his work and the projects he’d been taking on. I was astounded by his entrepreneurship and ability to launch a growing merger, acquisitions
, and liquidations firm, which has been his primary focus along with the rec center for the past three years. Azmir mentioned that in today’s economy corporations are failing and need bankruptcy and liquidations as options to restructure their strategies and maximize their shareholder value. He was a brilliant man.

Azmir rode with me to the airport and in the car
, we discussed support systems and how everyone needed them. It made me evaluate my own and come up with the depressing fact that I’d only had one cherished friendship, and that was Michelle. He explained that he had a handful of people on his team who he could count on for various needs.

“I learned at a very young age to pick
from the
top
of the tree for friends. Never pick at eye level or below. You’ll never grow that way.” Azmir sat back with his head on the headrest and one hand wrapped around mine. He looked totally opposite of the urbane figure that waltzed into the hotel suite the evening before. This morning he looked urban in his heather gray velour sweat suit resembling the stature of a professional ball player rather than a corporate CEO. I loved it, too.

Huhn?
I wasn’t familiar with the analogy and he must have read that on my face.

“Petey’s is a valued relationship because I admire the way that he can read people. He has
a keen ability to discern if someone is good hearted or shouldn’t be trusted. He’s very reserved in his interactions to give himself room to assess an individual. He’s yet to steer me wrong on our friends and associates over the years. When Petey says “run” I abandon ship immediately. My senses are pretty tight but not as acute as his. I value that in him and hold on to that ability of his as we walk through life. He’s simple and easy to get around with.”

I soaked i
t all in as he continued. “Mark and Eric are the total opposite. They’re Rhode Scholar intellects whose discernments are limited to a macro level. Eric is a full-time professor at Stanford, the chair of the school of business. I can always run venture ideas past him for a fair evaluation of validity. His knowledge of the corporate arena is out of this world. But…”

“But?” I asked hanging on to his every word.

“But he’s estranged from his family and has been engaged to four different women and is on his second marriage.”

“What? Nooooo!” Aghast couldn’t begin to describe my shock.

“True story.” He chuckled. “I share this with you because in due time he’d tell you himself. He has a handicap on interpersonal relationships.”

“And what about Mark?” I was so caught up in his conversation. Azmir was that captivating. It didn’t matter what he talked about
, it warmed me that he talked
to
me. 

“Mark is no better. He holds
a doctorate in business as well, even adjuncts at USC in the summer. He has several businesses under his belt including a consulting firm where he goes in and offer ways to strengthen structures and avoid firms like mine coming in and restructuring. He actually comes in beforehand and reorganizes and is great at what he does. Like me, has had
the itch
for social establishments, which you experienced at Mahogany.  He’s an honest dude with a heart of gold—”

“But?” I interrupted him no longer able to hold my suspense.

“I won’t say too much on his personal life, but let’s just say he has identification issues that lure him into social circles that do not benefit his stature.”

Wow…
With widened eyes, I gazed off into the distance nodding my head as I processed his implications. 

“These are wealthy men who are stellar at what they do and always raise the bar
of excellence in business. I want that and—”

“That’s why you keep them around. You’re picking from the top of the tree
,” I finished his thoughts.

We locked eyes
, both impressed by each other. Me by his wise impartation, and him by my willing reception and quick absorption of it. He smiled at me with his eyes—gorgeous arresting eyes—and although I didn’t acknowledge it I understood why.