Love Lost (Love's Improbable Possibility)

by Belvin, Love

  “Mr. Jacobs?” he asked. I nodded in agreement. “I’ll escort you to the lounge,” he continued.

  I gave Wop an angry glare looking for some answers. Like a kid, he shrugged his shoulders. If I hadn’t had my piece on me I wouldn’t have been so cooperative. I shook my head and followed the bellman.

  The Four Seasons was nice. I’d been there once or twice back in the day. I saw they’d undergone a few upgrades and renovations since my last visit. It was ghost town in there. I guess it was because of the hour; it was almost three a.m.. He led me into a lounge there on the first floor. I was extra curious about what the hell was going on because the restaurant was apparently closed. The chairs were hung upside down on the tables and most of the lights were off. As we were nearing the bar in the lounge, I noticed a woman sitting on a stool alone. I immediately thought, “No these mufuckas didn’t get me an escort! They are wildin’! This shit ain’t my style!”

  My thoughts then jumped to Rayna. I would much prefer being with her than fooling around with this bullshit. I was about to call Petey when Rayna turned around and smiled so softly. She could tell I was in complete disarray. That familiar face calmed every nerve. I noticed right away that she had removed the makeup she wore during her number at the club. Her face glowed underneath the soft lighting of the bar. Her hair was relaxed and straight, it was rather long. I assumed she wore weaves often because I’d never seen her with such long hair in that relaxed style.

  “I thought you were going to blow our cover.” Her fresh face smile lit the entire room as I sauntered over to her.

  “What cover?”

  “Mine and Petey’s. We’ve been planning this for weeks now. He said you hate surprises and would never get into a car not knowing your destination. I was prepared to have to call you and blow it.”

  “It definitely blew my buzz. I was getting heated for a minute.” I spat.

  “Well, let me help you with that.” She pushed a martini glass toward me.

  “What’s this?” I quizzed. Not that I cared because I would’ve drank poison if she had asked me just to get that ass.

  “It’s a dry martini…Ciroc. It goes down smooth,” she forewarned with an anticipatory smile.

  I took a sip. “Damn. You’re right. This will sneak right up on a brotha!”

  She laughed and sang, “I told you so!” I really dug her sense of humor.

  After another sip I probed, “So, what now? I can tell you’re trying to get me drunk. That could only mean one thing.”

  “And what’s that?” She looked faux affronted.

  “You want something,” I stated matter-of-factly.

  “And what could that be?” she played along crossing her legs, exposing her right thigh through her long black silk dress. She leaned into me awaiting an answer. I chuckled knowing she was attempting to seduce me.

  I pulled out my pocket watch to check the time. I knew it was late, or rather early, but wanted to be sure.

  “Why do you carry an antique style watch?” I glanced up to find Rayna wearing a quizzical gaze.

  “Why? Do you not like my watch?” I narrowed my gaze as I returned the watch to my jacket pocket. I couldn’t hide my smirk.

  With wide eyes Rayna quickly exclaimed, “No! No! It’s not that.” She smiled bashfully. “It’s actually a very sophisticated piece. It’s intrigued me since the first time I saw you pull it out in your boardroom during my proposal. I’ve always wondered…” her voice trailed off.

  Rayna was cute when embarrassed and flustered. I wanted to toss her ass on the bar and put my face at the apex of her thighs. I reeled in those heavy desires. Instead, I pulled out the watch again, this time I removed it and the globe attached to it that she had given me in Mexico and placed it on the bar top. I used it damn near everyday but rarely give much thought to the significance of it because it’s become a part of my daily rhythm. Watching the gold exterior glistening under the overhead lights of the bar flooded back memories.

  “It was my father’s. He’d wear it out when he put on his best clothing and took my mom out for the evening or when we, as a family, visited the mosque. I, too, found his possession and usage of it sophisticated.” I found myself entranced with vivid memories of my old man in a suit and dangling the watch in his hand as he talked to my mother or flipping the shell to check the time when needed. He was a cool and graceful dude. “It’s the only memorabilia that I have of him. When I was released from juvie and returned to my mother’s abandoned apartment, I found it ransacked. In panic, I searched for clues to learn what happened or who could have done it. As I cleaned up, I fumbled with a kitchen draw that was behaving stubbornly when I tried to align it on the track. I got frustrated with it…my situation of being alone and not knowing where my mother was and fearing the worse of her wellbeing, so I tossed the draw across the room. It landed upside down and I found this watch duck tapped to the bottom of the draw.”

  I chuckled to break the buildup of emotions threatening in my throat at the sharp memory even through my inebriated state. “Well, anyway, I felt like it was a sign from my old man telling me that I wasn’t alone. I’ve carried it with me ever since seeking to mimic his style and grace. I’ve been wearing it for so long that I don’t think about it.”

  I looked over to Rayna whose face was blank. I didn’t wonder too long about what she was thinking because she breathed, “I think you nailed it.” She blushed softly “Whenever I see you whip it out, I get…aroused.” She subsequently snorted in embarrassment from letting that slip. It was much to my delight.

  Wrinkling my nose I asked, “Yeah?”

  She giggled as she nodded her head confirming it. Rayna was fucking beautiful, especially in her natural state. She looked young and carefree, not her usual guarded self. I wanted to revel in the moment. I slowly grabbed the globe, lifted the watch from the bar top, dangled it over her shoulder, and slowly drug it down her neck onto her cleavage where I planned to trail my tongue. Rayna stilled in her seat.

  “You arouse me,” I murmured as I lowered the watch to slip under her dress and over her left breast. Rayna’s eyes were pinned to mine.

  With my knee, I parted her legs on the stoop. Her eyes dropped to her lap where her bare thighs were now completely exposed through the opening of her wrap dress. Rayna’s mouth collapsed as I brought the dangling watch down between her legs and allowed the heavy shell to rub against the bed of her panties. She was panting in no time. Fucking gorgeous. My dick throbbed in my pants. I needed to break the heated moment because I didn’t want her first time with me to be in a bar. Perhaps the second.

  Rayna beat me to it.

  “Let’s go upstairs. I think we’ve taken up enough of their time down here” she whispered.

  I watched her collect herself as she moseyed from her stoop and away from the bar. On our way out I asked, “How did you get them to keep the bar opened after hours; especially at this hour?”

  “I just told them I knew Azmir Jacobs…”

  We shared a hearty laugh.

  We took the elevator to the fourteenth. She opened the doors to the suite and I was immediately impressed. The room glowed from the soft lighting bouncing from the off-white color of the walls, carpet, furniture and many of the décor. The living area had a step down balcony with a crazy view of the mountains. The amazing thing is you didn’t have to go out to the balcony to enjoy it, the windows were large enough to see it all from inside. The furniture was trimmed in brass and other pieces were made of oak wood. It was laced with a butler’s pantry and two mini bars. I went into the bedroom and found a huge canopy bed, ceiling-to-floor mirrors, walk-in closet, and a bathroom decorated with marble walls, sink and floor. This was nice. Not to mention, a far cry from my last time here. On second thought I realized I’d never had a suite, just a room.

  As I came from taking a call in the bedroom, I saw her waiting by the couch in the living room with a glass of champagne. I could tell bubbly from a mile away. She asked, “Do you like it?�
�� as soft music played from the stereo.

  That night I heard Jamie Foxx, The Isley Brothers, Tony, Toni, Tone’, Sade, Teddy Pendergrass, Ledisi, The Whispers and countless others I’d never forget. Rayna had her game on. I took the glass and sipped it.

  “You’re really trying to get me there, huhn?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

  “I’m trying to relax you. It is…or was your birthday. That reminds me, I have a gift for you.

  Take off your jacket and relax while I get it.” With that, she left the room. And as I did as she asked I heard Jamie Foxx’s “Storm” where he croon about puddles in the bed and the weatherman predicting rain. I chuckled inwardly about the analogy between sex and the weather.

  I continued to admire the room as I stretched back on the sofa. A few seconds later Rayna returned with a tan gift box with a white ribbon. I could tell it was rather weighty by the sound it made when she placed it on the coffee table. She sat it directly in front of me while I sat up on the couch and gave a nod toward the box gesturing to open it. I loosened the ribbon and lifted the lid to find a brass lion in intricate carvings that had to have weighed ten pounds, at least, and stood erect with each of its muscles cut skillfully to emphasize its strength and armor. The lion’s facial expression was calm yet unapproachable, immediately causing me to feel relieved that I wasn’t face-to-face with it in a real-life setting. Oddly, I found myself hypnotically fixated into the figurine’s eyes caught in its sovereignty. It was chilling.

  As I continued to observe the lion, my hand rubbed against impressions along the ribcage. I turned my attention to it and saw there was an eloquent inscription that read “Azmir’s reflection”.

  Before I could ask what it signified she sat down next to me and murmured, “It’s the meaning of your name. Your parents must have had premonitory abilities because your name means resembling a lion. And how eerie is it that you are just that among the people around you? You are a leader and command the authority of and allegiance to those around you.”

  She reached over me to touch the lion that I held in my hands affording me a better experience of her fragrance. Her soft fingers lingered over the stature appraisingly as she continued, “Note the fierceness in his stance and the prepotency in his eyes. This is you. Your dominance. Your supremacy. Your parents must have known.” I could tell she meant every word because her eyes retreated while she spoke. When they returned she realized her recent flight and shook her head slightly, shrugged her shoulders and snorted softly, “Well, at least that’s what those around you say…and what I feel while in your presence.”

  I looked at her and she appeared to be anxious and uneasy about my reaction.

  “Why the solicitous expression?” I asked although I had a clue already. I was taken by her assessment of me and the way she illustrated appraisal. Her words were kind, nurturing even. I was in awe. But I knew she was nervous about giving me such a nontraditional gift.

  “I don’t know…I guess I really want you to like it. If you don’t I can always exchange it for something else.” She exhaled in defeat. “What do you get a man that has it all?”

  “You,” I responded.

  It was at that moment that I saw a change in the shade of brown in Rayna’s hooded eyes. Her shoulders relaxed as did her overall poise. She showed me her bare and vulnerable side. She usually comes across so cool…guarded. She had opened up to me and I wanted her to feel safe doing that.

  I rose from the sofa, bringing her up with me. I took her face in my hands and kissed her softly. She shivered, surprised by my gesture. I went in for another kiss. This time I inserted my tongue. She immediately did the same. She ran her hands down my lower back deepening the kiss. After a little while longer, I pulled my face away from hers and asked, “Where do you want to take this, Brimm?”

  As if on cue, I heard Eric Bene’t sing, “I wanna be loved…”

  She paused and gave me a deep gaze. She then began unbuttoning my shirt. Once she was done, she slowly pulled it off. At that, I picked her up in the air until she straddled me. I carried her over to the ottoman and gently sat her down. I untied her black silk wrap-around dress to reveal a sexy gold lace underwear set. It blended so well with her caramel skin. Her panties were cheekies…the kind that had her ass cheeks hanging out. I know my panties. Damn, she was hurting me.

  I took my hand and ran it from her neck to her pelvic area, taking all of her in. She was sitting up on her elbows watching me admire her torso. I pushed up from my knees and began licking her neck. From there, I went to her cleavage and then worked my way to her belly button. I played around in there before removing her lace panties. Her feminine aroma sent me into carnal bliss. I looked back into her eyes and gave her another kiss before I started licking her thighs. The more inward I moved, the heavier her breathing became. I was taking my time and enjoying her. Eventually she had to relinquish and lay back so that she could fully experience where I was trying to take her. That’s when I removed my heat from my waist and slid it underneath ottoman.

  She moaned as my tongue reached her valley. I slowly tasted every inch of it.

  Fuck, she tastes good!

  I explored inside her love canal. She moaned and moaned. The more she moaned the harder my rock grew. Her moans became involuntary once I developed a rhythm on her pearl. Rayna caught on to my rhythmic patterns and began gyrating according to them. Within minutes, she started grabbing and applying pressure to my shoulders. She arched her back and used her arms to catch her balance. All of a sudden her ass was in the air. Her moans turned into screams. Before I knew it, her body started trembling. Her screams were so sexy and arousing. Not too long after, the screams turned into whimpers. Next, she scooted her entire body back a few inches telling me she had climaxed and needed a minute to collect herself.

  She eventually sat up and rose to her feet from the ottoman. Rayna had the most intent look on her face when she grabbed my hand and led me into the bedroom. She walked me over to the bed and started unbuckling my belt before she unzipped my pants. I was ready for whatever she was about to bring. Seconds later, I was down to my boxers. When it came time to pull those off, she paused. After a brief moment she continued by pulling my briefs from the waist until I sprang free. She was a deer caught in headlights staring at my strongman.

  I muttered, “He doesn’t bite. We’ll work around it,” to break her daze.

  She didn’t crack the smile I was going for. Instead, she moved the pillows on the bed around to create a cushion then motioned for me to sit with my back on them. I did. Before climbing into bed, she unhooked her bra then reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom. As she unraveled the wrapper, I was afforded a view of the contour of her shape. Rayna was a brick house. She was thick, yet not sloppy. I’ve seen enough naked bodies to know she worked out. Her thighs were toned but not muscular. Her skin was soft yet not loose. Her abdominal muscles were present but not protruding. She was amazing. I was hurting. I needed to be inside of her.

  She carefully glided the condom onto me. Her touch was so gentle as she positioned herself onto me cautiously. I heard her groan while she tried to guide me inside of her. As wet as she was, she still had to fit me in. I could tell her walls had been uninhabited for quite some time. Once most of me was inside and she began to ride me I relished in her warmth and softness. I had to keep my thoughts in perspective because I wasn’t about to ejaculate too soon. In fact, I’d thought to myself how it was a good thing that I was tipsy because I didn’t want to end this prematurely. But I’d be damned if she didn’t feel like heaven.

  She started to speed up once I started grinding with her. I grabbed her breasts and went to massaging them. When I focused in on her pebbled nipples she reacted by moaning. That’s when I’d discovered her pleasure. I was so damn deep in her that I could feel her womb. Her tight thighs squeezed around me as if she couldn’t get close enough to me. As she wrapped her arms around my neck, I sucked her right nipple into my mouth and softly nibble
d on it. She went crazy. The louder she got the faster I licked. She was so creamy below. I grabbed her ass and began to grip and massage it, pulling her onto me even more. Her walls gripped my strongman as she tightened around me. This is when it became obvious that she was having her second orgasm. Her mouth pried open as her body jerked uncontrollably. I kept a fastened grip on her hips to secure her in place as I pummeled into her. She was so fucking beautiful coming all over me.

  Once Rayna was done, I pulled her face into mine, kissing her more passionately than I was accustomed to. With her it felt right. I wanted more of her, much more. I lifted her up and turned her over laying her flat on her back so that I was on top. She lifted her legs high into the air allowing me to go deeper. Her love was so damn good. I was enraptured. Her stamina was off the hook because she kept up with me, stroke after stroke. I wanted to take my time and enjoy her as I became acquainted with her body. And I did with each thrust, studying her expressions.

  Her breathing became erratic and suddenly she pushed up telling me she wanted to switch back to her on top. She didn’t do it politely either. I yielded for a minute to keep her comfortable with me; it was our first time. As she was on top, suddenly it occurred to me what she was doing. She wanted total control and I didn’t like that. I had proven to her that I could deliver and felt like she should let me lead now. So, I flipped her little ass right back over. She tried to turn me back and I didn’t let her. I grinded. She pushed me. I grinded deeper. She pushed again but this time a gesture of pain came across her face. I halted my movements.

  “You okay?”

  “No, don’t stop! Don’t stop!” She heaved and thrust in a quickened pace.

  Rayna gyrated into me like a mad woman while I resumed my plunges into her deeply. When I thought her orgasm was done, I stopped to give her a break but I stayed inside her. I looked at the clock. That was her third orgasm in thirty-five minutes.