“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 ground 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.