by Love Belvin
“I took the liberty of running your clothes through the washer. I’ll put them in the drier once they’re done,” I explained.
He smiled very contented. Whew! I was fluttered with relief.
“I guess this means Mr. Jacobs is stuck with me for a little while longer,” I teased still uneasy about his desire to stay. I didn’t know if he wanted to run out and tend to whatever his call was about. I chose to be more aggressive about my wanting to be in his presence a little while longer.
He gave me a squint as to say he was confused. That was followed by a smile. That smile was my cue. I looked down at my toes to cure my nerves before dropping my towel. When it hit the floor I looked up at him to gauge his reaction. He looked pleasantly shocked. I walked over to him and straddled him while standing. I lifted his head and buried my tongue in his mouth. My inner walls throbbed. It was as if I were not just satisfied minutes ago. I wanted more. He grabbed the back of my thighs and began to caress them while I sucked on his bottom lip.
“Can I have more?” I asked. This time I was more sure of myself and ability to keep him there with me. My confidence had returned.
His hands ascended up to my backside. He exhaled hard and ardently. “Ms. Brimm, at this moment you can have anything you ask. I am so caught up that control of my body has fleeted,” he said as he directed my attention to his soldier fighting for attention underneath the towel. When I looked back up his eyes were drunken with desire.
I loosened his towel and grabbed him in my hands and began stroking from base to tip. I couldn’t believe how much it extended beyond what I originally saw. He was ready. I stood him up, reached underneath the decorative pillows and pulled the blanket back. I nudged him to lie down. He did. I grabbed another condom off the nightstand where all of his personal belongings lay. I was in control and held all of my faculties this round.
As I guided the condom on, I provocatively licked my lips. He gave me his panty snatching smirk and I scooted up to make myself comfortable in my new seat. One thing about being on top of Azmir is that you take in all of him. And there was certainly a lot to take on. But he was so satisfying that I loved obliging his size. I began plunging into him as I stared deeply into his eyes. He did the same. Azmir loved watching me as our bodies fused.
“What are you thinking about?” I couldn’t help but to ask as I grinded.
“If you’re making love to me.” I stilled. I couldn’t believe my ears. Thinking a frog must have jumped into my throat, I couldn’t speak. He kept a steady expression on his face but still had that intoxicated look in his eyes telling me that he was enjoying me.
“What do you think?”
He swallowed as he closed his eyes and smoothly pushed into my hips urging me to carry on my thrusts. “If this is just smashing, I can’t imagine how much better making love would be…because I am in a place rarely visited.”
I was all in. I went down to kiss him as I continued my ride. He pulled his arms around me and began to rhythmically meet my plunges. He gripped me tightly as if he wanted to be one with me. I tried to remain in control but every time his sweet breath hit my face and his grip intensified, I lost more and more of myself. I was floating further and further away from my center of gravity. My body was afloat and my mind drifted after it. I didn’t like the escape of lucidity.
“Azmir, what are you…doing to me?” I cried out passionately, buried into his neck. I tried raising my body to see his face. I could hardly lift my torso from his fierce grip but was able to move my head a little. His eyes were closed shut as if he were fixated on something internally.
Damn! Could this man make an ugly face? He is so fucking sexy.
My body started to tremble against Azmir’s forceful thrusts.
Wait! This isn’t supposed to be happening so soon.
Just that abruptly I erupted, melted all around Azmir. I felt it all the way down in my heated toes. Azmir must have too because all I heard was the sweetest, most gentle, ever-manly calling of my name, “Oooooh, Rayna!”
It made me gyrate like no other time in my life, which prolonged our orgasms.
The next morning, as my body was awakening from a hard sleep, I began getting flashbacks of my most recent memories. Azmir. His scent. His touch. The sound of his harsh breathing. I could smell him. That’s when reality hit me and I remembered he was here last night. I reached over to caress him. His back. His chest…hell—anywhere. I didn’t feel him. I opened my eyes to search and no Azmir. I jumped up.
No! Did he leave while I was asleep?
“Ms. Brimm, good morning,” he greeted with his coochie creaming smile. It was a morning must have that a girl could get used to.
He was sitting in the chaise Michelle had given me, making the damn thing look good. He looked refreshed in his jeans that exposed the band of his boxer briefs while holding his Blackberry. I looked at the time on the nightstand that read eight seventeen a.m.. I didn’t know what time I had finally gone to bed last night. I remembered getting Azmir’s clothes out of the drier and ironing his jeans and shirt. I didn’t know what time he would be ready to leave so I wanted his things ready for him. Then I washed and blow-dried my hair in the powder room so that the noise wouldn’t wake him. After that, I was beyond exhausted and climbed into bed with him. In his sleep, he pulled me closer and buried his face in my neck. I rested peacefully.
I see he found his clothes.
“I had an epiphany while you were asleep,” Azmir spoke soft and evenly. “Judging by your reaction moments ago when you thought I’d left, I can deduce that you felt similar to how I did last night when you dropped me off.”
I squinted my eyes. I was lost. Seriously confused.
“I’ve fallen for you. I haven’t fallen for a woman in years…but I’m man enough to admit it. The question is what do we do about it.”
He looked at me in search of an answer. I was short of one. I was also puzzled as to where this was going. He waited. I nervously combed my hair back with my fingers while I searched for an answer and began to get self-conscious about my appearance.
“Please don’t try to fix your hair on my account. I find it very…organically appealing,” he growled lowly.
Organic? It was all over my head in a huge muffin I imagined.
He put his phone down and walked over to the bed. With my arms, I cupped my naked breasts that were hidden underneath the sheet. He sat next to me. Crap. He was asking for an answer. I don’t have one!
“I’m a little out of my league here, Mr. Jacobs,” I offered cowardly. Loser!
“Hmmmmmm…” he followed.
Did I disappoint him? Shiiiiiiiiit, Rayna!
Then he said, “Why don’t we start by spending more time together. Last night was good,” he murmured as he played with my ruffled mane. “Not the sex…well, that was…phenomenal,” he smirked shyly.
I coyly snorted as well. He started planting small and soft kisses from my neck down my arms.
“Why don’t we try to sync schedules? You send yours to my assistant and I’ll have him send you mine weekly. This way we can plug each other in regularly,” he offered with the most sincere look in his eyes.
I was still a little out of it. “I don’t think I have a formal schedule the way that you do, Azmir,” I admitted. I was distracted by his lips embracing my upper torso.
“Oh, you do,” he said matter-of-factly. “Between work, dance and your activities with Michelle, you’re a very busy woman.”
Hmmmmmm…I guess he’s right. Michelle and Erin’s activities alone consumed me and they were all scheduled in advance. Perhaps this could work.
“Okay, I think we can make that happen.”
My thoughts must have been weighing on my face again because he asked, “What’s wrong?”
I didn’t know how to explain that I didn’t know how that would help or where he wanted it to get us. Hell—it was too early for such a heavy conversation, I didn’t even know what I’d be doing this morning.
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p; All I could come up with was, “What’s next?” as I searched his face for an answer.
His face twisted up in a smile, amused by my statement.
“Well, it’s still morning, so breakfast.” His look of amusement shifted into a panty snatching smirk. “And there’s nothing I’d enjoy more than eating you. I love the taste…” He kissed my shoulder. “…and the feel of you pulsating against my tongue.” He then released the sheet from my arms’ grip. My breathing caught and my insides clenched.
“Lay back and watch me enjoy my meal,” he commanded and with that, I rested back on the pillow and allowed Mr. Jacobs his way with me.
Chapter 2
Rayna
It was nearly a week since our making up and Azmir had just returned from Massachusetts late the night before. My strong-willed stubbornness would not allow me to invite myself over to his place for a fix, a taste of A.D. when he landed the evening before.
When I finished up with my last patient, I picked up the telephone and called out to the reception area to ask Sharon about the rest of my appointments. I was plotting, gauging if I could creep next door to see Azmir. I wasn’t quite sure about what I would do if he were there, but decided to figure that out later. Sharon informed me that I had two patients that had yet to arrive. That was all I needed.
In desperate haste, I asked her to hurry and reschedule the two appointments. The flower vase filled with a beautiful arrangement Azmir had sent over that morning almost hit the floor when my handbag swept it as I sprinted out of my office. On a mission, I was flying next door to the rec. In no time I reached the waiting area and heard Sharon say in quick speed, “Oh, and Mr. Jacobs called a few times while you were with patients. He asked that you call next door when you were available.” I don’t think I let Sharon finish her sentence when I jetted out the door.
Minutes later, I was seated in the waiting area of Azmir’s office. My stomach was filled with jittery butterflies. I had been fantasizing about him for days. It had been a grueling four days since the last time he was inside of me, I was starved for his touch.
It was about three thirty p.m. and Peg wasn’t as cold as our first encounter, but she still made it known that she was in control. I tried to crack a smile at her as a sign of waving the white flag; I needed her as an ally not an adversary. She managed to squeeze out a nod as if to tell me that was the only semblance of friendliness I was going to get from her.
Azmir’s office door opened and out came about a dozen of his rec staff members, from what I could tell by their emblem polo shirts. It didn’t appear to be a happy meeting, no one was wearing a smile on their face but that of gloom. After they filed out, I saw Azmir. He rubbed his forehead while straining his eyelids as if he were stressed and tired. When his eyes had finally landed on mine, he smiled appreciatively. I felt a clench in my valley and my legs tightened, as if I needed to add any more lecherous torture than I’d already had in the past few hours just thinking about him.
“Ms. Brimm,” he greeted professionally, but with the widest smile. He motioned, welcoming into his office. “…have a seat,” he continued as he roved past me to Peg’s desk.
“Peg, what time did you request to leave early?” he asked.
I couldn’t quite hear the rest of their dialogue once in his office.
When Azmir returned to the office, he strode past me towards his desk where he placed a file and asked, “Have you eaten?”
I looked down at the floor thinking about the answer to that question. I had met with Michelle at eleven under the guise of a business meeting and because I had so much to fill her in on, I’d only had an iced cappuccino.
“Now, that I think about it, I’ve only eaten a small bowl of fruit and an iced cappuccino since breakfast.”
He cocked his head to the side pushing his tongue into his molars, turning me the hell on per usual, as he processed my answer. I didn’t know if that was a good thing or bad but I wouldn’t ask.
“I was trying to catch you for lunch. When I spoke to Sharon she said you’d left for a meeting before lunch so I tried to be squeezed into your schedule. I ordered Italian.”
I really didn’t hear what he said because I was too busy daydreaming about slaying him right on his office chair. I stood there drinking in his irresistible presence. Today he was clothed less formal than his usual business attire. His lengthy frame stood tall in gray tailored suit pants and a well-fitted black dress shirt with black oxfords. His rectangular belt buckle was visible, though the Prada banner was vaguely printed on the bottom right corner of the face. Azmir oozed class and elegant taste. I had visions of him strapping my arms together with it just as he had during our last time together while on the back of his cabin cruiser when he fucked me into oblivion against the backdrop of the sun setting on the Pacific while we were on our way back from dinner on Coronado Island.
That night was magical. We made love under hues of red, orange, brown and gray—the best night light I’d ever seen in my life. Azmir seemed to have come alive as rain drizzled over us. I asked that we go inside the cabin and he adamantly declined, offering to pay to have my hair done the following day.
Damn. I recalled vividly how his strong hip thrusts rivaled that of the ocean against the boat while tiny drops from the sky fell upon my tauten nipples, intensifying the experience. I came with a thunder that nature couldn’t match, I screamed so loud and riotously as I melted around Azmir who, as he whispered commendations of my outburst in my ear saying that no one could hear but him and he wanted to hear it all, plunged deeply into me relentlessly. Every last orgasm he graciously conferred that evening bruised my vocal chords. An amazing experience.
I was stunned to learn he owned a boat and knew how to operate it. He said he bought it when he purchased the Marina Del Rey apartment from an associate desperate to dump everything and move. He figured he’d get a boating license and enjoy the experience. Thank goodness for the boat, the license, and the man.
Breaking my reverie was a knock at the door. Azmir announced it was okay to come in. Peg rolled in a silver cart with white linen. The cart was loaded with food from fried calamari, spaghetti, penne in vodka sauce, lasagna to chicken Caesar salad and rolls. I was floored. I had been on this man’s mind just as much as he was on mine today…well, maybe for different reasons. It was extremely thoughtful.
“What would you like to drink?” Peg asked.
Azmir eyes traveled over to me.
I guess I looked dumbfounded because Azmir answered for me, “A few bottles of water, lemonade and a bottle of Pinot Noir, please.”
“Yes, Mr. Jacobs,” she said before exiting.
I then thought to wash my hands so I headed to the en suite bathroom. He got up to move over to his desk at the same time and my backside brushed against his pelvic area. I peered back at him as to say excuse me when I noticed his gaze on me with heavy lecherously slit eyes. After leaving the bathroom, I saw Peg had returned with the beverages.
“Is that all, Mr. Jacobs?” she asked.
He glanced at me to see if I needed anything else. He never took his eyes off me when he answered, “That’ll be all, Peg. Let me know when you’re leaving for the day.”
I could tell he wanted me. At this point it was written across his damn forehead. I had to indulge myself or I would have burst. I walked over to him slowly, I wanted to be sure I was really picking up those vibes so I wouldn’t make a fool of myself at his place of business.
Once I reached him, I stood on the tips of my toes and kissed him just with my lips. I figured I’d see how receptive he was to that before I went any further. To my surprise, he grabbed me at the small of my back, reached down and threw his tongue in my mouth. It was over at that point.
I began unbuckling his belt, then I unzipped his pants. I was on a mad hunt for his tool that had haunted my every thought that day. When I found it, it told me that I was thought of as well and I began to stroke it from base to tip. It was so long and its skin—soft and smooth, vel
vety. The muscle…the muscle was nice and hard. With each stroke I threw my tongue further in his mouth and Azmir growled with pleasure. When he could no longer take it, he turned me around, awarding chaste kisses down my neck while leading me to his desk. Once there, his strong arms reached up my pencil skirt in search of my panties. Oops! I didn’t have any on. I’d taken them off in anticipation of this.
His intoxicated eyes fell upon me and I whispered, “I’ve been craving this all day. I didn’t want to waste any time.”
My heart raced as I awaited a reaction. Azmir didn’t speak, but I saw the twitching of his jaw muscles as he processed the invitation. He moved papers and folders out of the way and sat me on his desk after pulling my skirt up to my waist. Azmir got on his knees taking a trip down to my private parts. His skilled tongue was firm and quick this time, and after only a few seconds of this I couldn’t control myself. My legs were jerking along with my back spasms, but my orgasm wasn’t close enough for me to have felt the sensations I was experiencing. I didn’t like the intensity of the pleasure I was feeling because just as with all of my previous experiences with Azmir, I had no control. Damn Azmir and his oral skills!
“Let it go, baby. I need to be inside of you,” he urged breathing against me.
That sent me over the edge. When the time arrived for me to climax, I had to muzzle my cries. This is what I had been fantasizing about all day. This is where I wanted to be with Azmir…in sheer bliss. For those few seconds in paradise, I was in love with this man. He was Divine!
When I was done, he lifted me off the desk and bent me over. I wondered what took him so long to enter me until I heard the unwrapping of the condom. Damn! The thought of a condom had escaped me once again.
He took me from behind. As I felt the wide crest of his penis at my entrance I had to keep from screaming as he entered me so forcefully. I had to get used to his enormous size.