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me until I began to feel something that I couldn’t explain.
    He settled into a rhythm and I honestly began to lose track of time and space. My muscles were clamping down on his shaft without warning. The room began to grow dark then light again and I tried to look over at the clock but the numbers were blurry. I couldn’t hear him breathing anymore over my own breath. The only thing I could hear was the smacking sound of our bodies colliding. When he spoke his voice seared my insides and commanded a reaction.
    “Honey, this pussy…”
    “Yes, tell me.”
    “It’s so…”
    “Tell me,” I moaned.
    “It feels so…good…I’m…”
    That was all I heard before I felt a powerful thrust from him that felt like he was trying to knock me through the mattress down to the floor below us. With it I felt like my heart exploded and was emptying through my womanhood. I screamed out as I lost control. I had never felt anything like this. My eyes closed tight and it felt as though my body was a river flowing toward the edge of a waterfall.
    All the sensations that I had ever imagined I’d feel when this moment happened were pulsating and erupting from my center. “Ahhhhhh, ooohhhhh,” was all I could get out, followed by a grunt and a spasm as my body shook and trembled through its first orgasm.
    I hadn’t realized that Khalil had stopped moving and was now on top of me lying still in his own pleasure-induced fog. The room was quiet as my breathing slowly returned to normal. I looked over at the clock and couldn’t believe it. Twenty minutes had passed since I’d climbed on top of him.
     
    W e woke an hour and a half later when his phone rang. I was on my side and he leaned over the bed away from me. I could hear her voice coming through the line.
    “Yeah, baby. I’m fine. My flight got in around three or four.” (He was explaining why he didn’t call.) “I’m just trying to catch up on some rest. Can I call you when I get up?”
    I sat there listening, eyes halfway open. Lying in her spot, I wassure, listening to him lie. “What time will you be in on Friday? Okay, good. I’ll call you when I get up.”
    I don’t know why but I felt a tingle in my heart when I heard him mumble, “…Love you…too.”
    The rage returned and when he hung the phone up it was time for me to go. I’d have him take me to a hotel until I could figure out what was going on with Priest. I decided that I wouldn’t give him my number when he asked, though I’d have his.
    “You awake?” he asked.
    “Kind of,” I responded. Then I asked, “Could you get me something to drink and a facecloth?”
    “Sure.” He got up naked and went to the hall closet and brought back a thick washcloth. “What would you like to drink?” he asked as I walked past him into the bathroom.
    “Surprise me, but give me some ice with it and if you have anything to snack on…that’d be great.”
    He marched off down to the kitchen. I sprinted to his cell. Flipped it open and looked at his call log. There she was, Rorrie 202-555-4851 . I burned it into my memory in case I’d need it later to wreak havoc. Then I dialed my number long enough to make my phone ring and hung up. Then back to his call log to delete the call.
    When he walked back into the room I was walking out of the bathroom like I’d been in there the entire time.
    “Khalil, I need to go.”
    “I thought we were going to talk and now I think we really need to.”
    “There’s nothing to talk about. You have your life and I have mine. It was great meeting you and maybe our paths will cross again.”
    He was silent. Then I gathered my clothes and dressed. I watched as his eyes betrayed him again. He wanted me, yet he didn’t want to make a move. I had him drop me off at the Grand Hyatt and just like I’d expected when we pulled up he asked me, “Honey, can I get your number? Just to check on you?”
    As badly as I wanted to say yes, I shook my head. “I don’t think so.”
    He