Love Lost (Love's Improbable Possibility)

by Belvin, Love

He knows my favorite wines? “Good observation.” I was beyond impressed. He poured cognac into a tumbler for himself and walked over to hand me my glass.

  “Let’s have a seat,” he gestured with his arm to the couch. We sat and sipped.

  “This is good cognac,” he blew through his teeth.

  “Not better than this Pinot.”

  “Is that right?” His eyes were filled with wonder. I nodded. “That’s the best bottle in the cellar, so I’ve been told.”

  “All for you? I’m impressed, Mr. Jacobs.”

  “Actually, I ordered it for you.” Currents zapped through my body at the point where he enunciated for you.

  This man!

  With batted eyes and a concealed smile I murmured, “Thank you, Azmir.”

  There was a knock at the door and before I knew it, the concierge was wheeling our dinner in.

  “In the dining room please, Oscar,” Azmir requested before turning back to me and saying, “Bon appetite,” with a very curvy tongue. He grabbed my hand and led me to dine with him.

  We returned to the living room after a scrumptious dinner. I couldn’t fit dessert in. I was too full and slightly inebriated from drinking on an empty stomach before my meal. Although I wasn’t drunk, I stumbled a little into the living room.

  “You okay?” Azmir wore a slight smile, at my expense of course.

  “Err…I’m fine. Just overly comfortable.” Which was mostly true.

  “It’s after eight at night and you’re still wearing those heels. Come sit,” he ordered taking my hands and guiding me over to the sofa.

  I sat down and Azmir squatted before me to remove my shoes. When he slipped off the first one, I noticed how he looked inside.

  “Madden,” he mumbled, much to himself referring to the brand of shoes I was wearing.

  “Do you have a problem with Steve?” I feigned offended.

  “No. Not at all. It’s just that if you were mine…” He shook his head at his pending thoughts. “Have you made Michelle aware of your abbreviated trip this evening?” He changed the subject as he swung my legs over toward the other side of the sofa and sat beneath them. His touch, even through my pantyhose, had scorched the blood racing through my veins.

  “Y-yeah. I’ve alerted her of my arrival.” My breath caught as he lifted my left foot and began to massage it firmly between his large and capable hands, paying attention to every inch of it, and singling out every toe. He tried to maintain a conversation about my day and then my flight but I was in and out of consciousness, trying not to moan.

  “You okay, Brimm?” his forehead wrinkled and he tried to hide his knowing smirk.

  I didn’t know how to say that if he continued I may have had an orgasm right there on the couch.

  “I’ve never had my feet rubbed before.”

  Shit! As the words left my lips, I rolled my eyes and giggled in embarrassment.

  His face twisted in disbelief. “This can’t be true. A sexy woman of your stature has never had a guy drop to his knees and massage your beautiful toes?”

  I shook my head and tried to muzzle my giggles.

  “I’d like to taste them.” His tone was sharp and his captivating gaze told me his message was direct. That was unexpected.

  “They’re not fresh, Azmir,” I tried to ward him off.

  “Then let’s take a bath. We can both freshen up.” His words were spoken in great confidence and caused a quickening in my lower region.

  “It’s getting late. You said you’d have me back home at a decent hour,” I recalled our conversation as I tried to play the disinterested role.

  He gave a brief chortle and soke emphatically, “No, Ms. Brimm, I said I’d have you to work tomorrow at your appointed time.”

  My mouth dropped open and his eyes widened in reaction.

  “Tell me you didn’t think I’d fly you back out this late. It would be rather un-gentleman-like,” he scoffed.

  My mind was churning. What was his intention when he set this up? Not that I minded being with him, I wasn’t ready to leave. But I started to feel like I was netted.

  “A play on words?” I raised my eyebrows.

  Ignoring my entrapment for a verbal disagreement, he stood and proffered his hand for me to take.

  “Stay with me.”

  The ardent look in his deep eyes told me he wouldn’t take no for an answer and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I’d declined. Azmir revealed passion, something that was rare—and beautiful. I wanted him.

  I took his and as I rose from the sofa I murmured, “Azmir, I didn’t bring clothes for work tomorrow. I would have to be at the airport incredibly early in the morning.”

  He held my hand as we walked to the back of the suite. He didn’t say a word. I noticed the grace in his stride. He was a confident man and that just added to my attraction to him. I wanted to run my hand the course of his spine but remained calm. I was also curious about what he was up to. There were two bedrooms in the rear. We stopped at one door and he opened it, hit the light switch and the room illuminated. The décor was on par with all of what I’d seen up to that point of the suite.

  And there, laid out on the bed, were clothes and what looked like toiletries. Curiously, I walked in to gain a better vantage point. Suddenly startled, I couldn’t believe what I was looking at. There was a rich mauve pencil skirt, a black blouse with thin straps and a black jeweled neckline that bubbled at the hem, a white tailored blazer with cropped sleeves, a black thin strappy belt, and black leather Mary Jane Giuseppe Zanotti’s with a peep toe. He also had jewelry to accessorize the ensemble. Above that was a fresh powder blue bra and underwear set from Victoria Secret, two bottles of body spray, hosiery, deodorant, a toothbrush and a bottle of Cool Water perfume for women. I inspected the tags of the clothing wondering how could he purchase clothes for me without confirming my size and coincidentally saw all the top designer names on them. I grabbed my chest when I saw they were all correctly sized—the shoes, skirt, blouse, blazer and underwear set. Completely flustered, I turned to him for answers.

  He stood stretched out in the doorway resting his right hand against the frame. “It was last minute so I had to quickly grab things.” I couldn’t speak. My mind whirled. “Presumptuous, I know. Do you not think you could sustain for one day?” His voice was calm, his eyes showed concern. “I tried to think of things I’ve seen you in to gauge your style,” he tried to further explain.

  Grabbing my thoughts, “Azmir, how do you know my sizes? How do you know my favorite perfume?” My voice just above a whisper, I was still in the state of shock.

  He exhaled relief through his beautifully sized nostrils and dropped his head. Regaining himself, he promenaded over and stood before me.

  “I’ve laid with you, I know your body size. I all too often daydream about your compelling fragrance. Incidentally, I never liked Cool Water until I smelled it on you. It’s now the best fragrance I’ve ever tasted. Stay with me. I need you tonight.”

  Tasted? Need? If there was ever a point in this night that I didn’t know if Azmir wanted me it was deafeningly loud and clear now. I launched at him, causing his body to sway but his athleticism came to life when he caught us. His lips were just as soft as I’d remembered and his mouth delectable. He pulled my dress to my waist and I straddled him, feeling his warm hands grip my bare backside. Our tongues were reacquainted as we searched each other’s mouths in impassioned fury. I wanted him so bad it hurt. I ran my wanting hands across his low cut hair and stroked his head. I felt the silky waves against the pad of my fingers. I suctioned his bottom lip, one of the pair that kept catching my eyes all evening and sucked on it liberally. Azmir’s breathing was ragged against my face. See, he wants me, too!

  I felt him walk us out of the room but didn’t have the capacity to wonder where we were going. I didn’t care; I was caught up in his caress. I wanted his mouth all over me. I wanted him all over me. The next thing I felt was being lowered onto a bed. It was high off the gro
und and fluffy. There was a silhouette of light in the room from a lamp and some from the dimly lit ceiling bulbs. I was able to see him slowly strip away his clothing as I lay there trying to keep from jumping him. He tossed everything with the exception of his Calvin Klein boxer briefs. He lifted my upper torso from the bed to remove my dress totally and then peeled off my hosiery. My senses were on overload as I heard blood rushing through my head. I laid there with my bra and thong still intact.

  Azmir lifted my right foot to his soft and warm mouth and licked every toe. My body bowed off the bed as I moaned from his chastened kisses down the inset of my foot and over to my ankle. Azmir took his time planting small and wet trails of kisses down to my calf muscle and in the fold of my leg. The fluffy comforter wrinkled in the palms of my hands. When he got to the top of my thigh he lowered my leg and repeated the process on my left side. By the time he was through with my legs I could feel the strap of my thong that lay against my sex cream to the point of feeling slimy.

  He peered into my eyes and smiled softly. It was in that moment that I heard myself panting. He knew he was torturing me with his tongue. He grabbed my right arm and pulled it up midair and tasted every finger making his way down my wrist, to my arm and over my shoulder onto my neck. My breathing was out of control. I wanted to beg him for release, I couldn’t take the teasing anymore. Him being the thorough and fair body-licker, he was sure to pay the same visit to my left arm and when he landed on my neck his tongue traveled to my face and kissed me fervently. There was something about his kiss that communicated so much. He wickedly flickered his skilled tongue in my mouth shattering me into a gazillion pieces before withdrawing it and traveling down my neck to middle of my chest.

  He reached around me to unbuckle my bra, freeing my swollen breasts from their tight grasp. I helped him pull it off wanting the same oral hospitality bestowed upon my breasts. He licked around them, teasing me and causing my insides to involuntarily constrict. His mouth hungrily licked and sucked on my turgid nipples taking me so close to the edge. I needed a release but couldn’t tell him. All I could do was cry, “Azmir, wait…Azmir.” in between pants.

  I felt a smile crest upon his face. “It’s coming, sweetheart. I promise.” His tone was sympathetic and although I trusted him, my trembling body felt otherwise. His tongue continued nipping at my nipple and I found myself pumping my sex into his chest as he hovered over me.

  To calm me, he pushed his long arm down my torso entering my panties and at the onsite of his touch on my pelvic bone sliding his fingers south I whimpered sounds that I wasn’t aware I was capable of. As he slid his deft fingers down my sex slipping past my pearl through the goo he caused, I heard a guttural growl coming from his throat as he said, “Awwwww, baby. You’re not going to last are you?”

  I moaned from feeling his breath hitting my tortured nipple.

  “Okay, I’ll start you off.”

  Start? How about finish me off! I screamed in my head. But in a moment’s time, with one hand, he pulled my breasts together, getting my nipples as close as they can come and lapped his tongue back and forth while his other hand played with my pearl down under. It may have taken all of 11 seconds before I felt the quickening. I didn’t have time to brace myself when the last stroke of his finger ignited my orgasm and my body jerked and jolted off the bed. The pads of my feet heated and warmth blanketed my body as I convulsed and moaned mercilessly. Azmir caught my body and held me in a safe position until I safely landed and my tremors subsided.

  His body mounted mine as his tongue took to my mouth again possessing and overtaking me. I heard low groans escape his throat and felt movement below. I heard crackling sounds from the application of a condom and counted down the seconds when he’d be inside of me. He pulled down my panties, parted my legs and without warning he pushed into me. Heat flashed inside of my belly as my body skirted up the bed from his delicious force. He grabbed my hips to steady me and lunged into me again grunting his pleasure from my tightness.

  “I see I have to reintroduce myself,” he whispered into my lips. My love canal was being a little stubborn but deep inside an aching was in need of him. I pulled his face to mine throwing my tongue to the back of his throat and sucking it in the rhythm of his thrusts. In no time, he was comfortably inside and well navigated, pumping fiercely into me as I clenched down on him.

  “Damn,” he grunted helplessly as he plunged. “You’re fucking remarkable.” His mouth collapsed against my lips as he got lost inside of me.

  I felt the churning somewhere deep within as I met his thrusts head on. He felt incredible. In little time my body spasmed violently and then I exploded all around him feeling my ascension above Earth. My heart raced brutally against the walls of my chest as the euphoric sensation overtook me, I felt tingles in every inch of my body, and it was all at the doing of one Azmir Jacobs.

  A.D..

  “Ahhhh!” Azmir bellowed in my neck sending me further out of orbit as his orgasm hit with force. When we were done, he swiftly shifted and pulled me on top of him. Grabbing both sides of my face, he pulled me into him exploring my mouth once again. His hands greedily caressed my body from the top of my spine to the opening of my rear. I was enraptured by his passionate kiss as we orally embraced for what seemed like an eternity. His kiss took me places I’d never been and made me feel things I’d never had. It turned me on in the most obsessive way.

  In no time I felt that ache again deep inside and I knew I wanted him again. My stomach lurched from the electrical currents I experienced when around him but this time the yearning was more acute. When I instinctively moved my pelvic area to relieve the craving from within, I felt a pull in my belly. It came from Azmir. He was still inside of me, still strong and the fluids that seeped from me provided the perfect lubrication when I started to push down onto him, riding him soft and slowly. He gripped my hips and pushed and pulled me on and off him, and I clamped down on him causing him to release a guttural groan. I started picking up speed as I jerked him back and forth with my squeeze. I was out of control in no time riding, and riding hard. Azmir looked me in my wild and crazed eyes but in his, I saw peace and serenity, and when he bit his bottom lip and pushed his head back and into the mattress, I lost it. An intense orgasm came rippling through my body with more force than the previous two.

  Azmir followed and extended it when he used, what felt like, every arm and chest muscle to lift and slam me back into his lap. I screamed insanely. My head spun and I felt a line of saliva leave my mouth. He caught it with his hand and smeared it over my malformed lips and I tasted myself on his long fingers as I sucked them and I rode out my orgasm.

  I was spent. I felt him lifting me again. This time I landed in the bathroom when Azmir finally pulled out of me. I winced during his departure. I watched as he tossed the overused condom into the toilet. The shower was made of all brown and beige ceramic tiling varying according to a beautiful pattern. There was no door, just a huge archway with a four-inch enclosure connecting to the walls.

  I wobbled into the shower after Azmir adjusted the temperature. He pulled me into his arms and whispered, “You have no idea of what your visit means to me,” into the back of my neck. I grabbed his lower arm that was rested just above my breasts in response.

  I felt his steely erection poking my lower back.

  “But I can take a guess.” I used my back to nudge him though I didn’t feel that he made that statement in a salacious manner.

  He looked down at his horizontal self with furrowed brows. “Yeah, about that. I haven’t experienced this in decades—if ever…” his last words trailed off. I didn’t recall ever seeing that either. After two orgasms, he was still ready to go. “Let me wash you.” He grabbed the bodywash and poured it generously into a scrub. I could tell it was brand new. I let him wash me from head to toe.

  “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.