“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.