There was nothing more to say. I grabbed his face, inviting him in for more. I wanted him. I had no inhibitions and I wanted him to know this. I sucked in his bottom lip. He slid closer to me. My hands went down to his neck and then shoulders. He was so muscular. So hard. He scooted closer again. I could immediately tell he wanted me just as I wanted him. I made sure to invite him in as much as I could. No sooner than that, my personal cell phone started to vibrate. I couldn’t think of anyone important calling. Michelle knew where I was and wouldn’t bother me if my house was burning down. I ignored it. Azmir’s tongue slowly left my mouth and worked its way to my chin and eventually to my neck. My insides were liquidating; my back was shivering.
The phone stopped vibrating. His tongue had just the right amount of moisture and speed. If there was anything I hated it was a sloppy tongue, slinging saliva everywhere and Azmir was no rookie kisser, he’d proven that long ago. He landed on my neck and my breathing involuntarily increased to a speed that I couldn’t conceal. My phone started vibrating again. His hands went for my breasts massaging them. They were heavy and swollen. I could feel the blood rushing to my nipples. The phone stopped. I took my hand and ran it underneath his shirt intermingling with his abdomen muscles. Oooh, the exterior of his chest was so smooth that my hand slithered all over it including up and down his back. He took his tongue action down my cleavage. To keep myself from moaning any louder I began nibbling on his ear.
My phone went off again. This time his phone wanted to play along. He lifted his head from my chest and meticulously worked his way back up to my left ear and whispered, “Can I make love to you, Ms. Brimm?”
The question opened my eyes. Could he get any sexier?
I pulled back to look into his eyes–eyes that were drunken with lust as he was overcome by the same heavy desire that I was. The same need to explore and release the sexual promises pending between us.
“What makes you think I don’t wanna just fuck…I mean smash?” I breathed.
He gave me his sexy chortle and said, “I just cooked you dinner–fed you dessert and all I get is a smash?” My phone started up again. Damn it!
I offered to him, “Azmir, you can have it any way you want it.”
At that, he took my right leg, gently laid it on the left side of him, and rested himself in between. The phone stopped.
He looked me deep in my eyes for a few seconds. I didn’t know why until he whispered, “You’re so fucking beautiful, Brimm.”
All I could hear in the distance was Damon Hall singing, “Never Enough” quietly in the background. I gave him a crooked smile, took his face in my hands, and kissed him with more aggression than before. He pulled my shirt further down off my shoulder as I fought his low hanging jeans trying to undo his button. Finally. Got it! I pulled his shirt from over his head and was caught off guard by his chiseled frame. Sans the clothes was the beautiful exposure of his crafty sculpted being. Azmir’s body was truly a work of art. The phone vibrated again. He pulled me up to return the favor of freeing me from my blouse.
When eyes landed on my bra, he paused then shifted his gaze to mine. I didn’t know why so I murmured, “Is everything okay?”
His face was blank but his eyes told another story as they closed slowly and quickly opened with newfound resolve.
“Yes…more than okay.” Slowly he began licking me vertically from my neck to the buckle of my jeans. My belly jerked and my shoulders shivered. I couldn’t believe how my body was betraying me with desperate regard to his touch. I don’t recall ever wanting a man so bad. When he got there my work cellular phone rang.
Azmir lifted his head and murmured, “You better get that.”
Shit! I wanted to punch the couch. He was right. I had to remember I was still on call.
I answered all breathy to hear the voice of my boss, Mr. Smith, “Ah…Rayna, it’s Dan Smith calling. I apologize for calling you on your work line but we’ve been trying you on your personal line for some time now to no avail. There’s been an accident. Michelle is here at Cedars-Sinai. She’s been holding off from calling you but things are too unstable so she agreed to have you contacted.”
I cupped my mouth fighting back the tears. I managed, “Th…Thanks, sir….I’m on my way,” and ended the call trying to slow down my racing mind and my humming body.
Azmir didn’t speak at first. He just came to my side and placed his hand firmly on my back. He took a moment before asking, “What is it?”