“I don’t think you are. And I think I can prove it.” His breath carried a hint of brandy that turned my nipples taut. His warm hands traveled up my hiked dress stripping me of all will. I muffled a groan when his fingers found their way to the bed of my panties, rubbing back and forth over my vaginal lips. Azmir put his fingers to work as he looked me directly in the eyes communicating comfort through his fixated gaze. With total equanimity in play, he was calm as he amorously mangled my brewing body.
He slowly cocked his head to the side, messaging to my body to relax and his eyes danced with mine telling me that we were further connecting, totally cutting off everything and everyone around us. His fingers worked their way into my panties and started massaging my swollen pearl. My legs gave way and parted in total submission to him. And when they did he gave a slight nod in approval of his will.
“Goddamn, Brimm, you’re crying down here,” he growled lowly.
My eyes grew heavy and my mouth collapsed from the total bliss I was experiencing, my body responding to his touch as I creamed in his hand. And I did so unabashed because that’s what I knew he was summoning, he wanted control over me and I couldn’t help but give it to him. My face hardened as I didn’t want to give him total control so easily, the expression of exhilaration that he would have enjoyed. My body may have been giving him what he wanted to feel but my face wouldn’t show him what he wanted to see.
“Do you want me to stop?” his voice was husky and low in my ear as his teeth grazed it.
Did I? Hell no! I shook my head slowly and felt the spasms in my face and my bottom lip quiver from the clitoral stimulation. I was ready to burst at the seams. The next thing I felt was his mouth on mine aggressively pulling at my lip and his tongue to entered and devoured me. Possessed me. Our second kiss. He tasted even better than he smelled as he kissed me hungrily disproving my denial of wanting him so desperately…or that he wasn’t a good lover? He slipped two fingers inside me and his thumb circled my pearl sending voltages up my spine as heat surged my body. My hands rose to his to pull him closer to me. No one may have been able to see his sexual assault on my body in the alcove of the booth but I didn’t care if they saw our raptured kiss and assumed we were no more than making out.
Azmir’s fingers explored my canal until one swipe over a sensitive area ended the search. I moaned into his mouth and he focused on that sweet responsive spot along with my aching pearl, rubbing and massaging relentlessly against the romantic sounds and ambiance of Mahogany. His tongue moved swiftly when he flickered it against my own, mimicking his dexterous movements between my legs. He twisted his fingers inside me around and around while his tongue explored my mouth so sensually. My belly lurched and my head swung back forcefully into the headrest of the bench as my body convulsed in a hard orgasm. Simultaneously, fear crept into the far recesses of my mind as I was melting all in his hand. I couldn’t believe I was having an orgasm in a lounge, in public, and at the ministrations of Azmir Jacobs.
I opened my mouth, “Azmir!” my cries barely audible.
“Shhhh…” he urged, pulling at my bottom lip with his mouth.
And when my moans poured out he covered my mouth with his soft brandy-hinted lips, keeping me from tipping off our neighbors. I felt his protectiveness and appreciated it. It wasn’t for him; it was for me. Azmir would have looked like the proverbial player for fingering a woman in his best friend’s lounge but I would have been the tramp, the cheap date who was just another notch on his belt. Azmir cradled me, working his tongue back in my mouth, pulling me so close into him that I could feel his hard chest against my trembling arm, somehow making me feel so secure and protected while I rode out the longest orgasm I may have ever had up until that point. I couldn’t help but welcome him in hungrily and we continued our oral embrace.
When I was able to open my eyes, shame threatened again until they met Azmir’s adoring gaze. It was warm and unremorseful and composed.
“You okay?” he asked with a hidden smirk.
My head was still against the back of the booth as he slowly withdrew his hand from beneath my dress. I nodded with drunken eyes and out of breath.