“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.
In seconds, he bent down to capture my face and pulled me into a deep kiss that nearly knocked me off balance. Somehow this kiss made all memories and satiation of my previous orgasms disappear and I wanted him achingly all over again. He backed up under a showerhead and almost took me with him. I had to tread cautiously so that I didn’t wet my hair.
Back in the bedroom, he tossed my damp body onto the bed and I scooted up to prepare myself for whatever he had coming. His dewy body sauntered over to me and grabbed my hips to pull me down closer to him in the center. I reveled in his aggressiveness, he was primal, and it made my head spin in excitement. Azmir parted my legs as far as they would separate and submerged down to the junction. His hands gripped the back of my thighs igniting every nerve ending in my body as he toured my sex with his tongue. I felt the very strong presence of his forceful masculinity. He was open, unabashed, free to express his carnal needs to me and use my body to have them met as I lay beneath his hungry mouth. I felt him insert two fingers as he made circles in several places deep down inside until I couldn’t go another second and I came forcefully in his mouth, releasing pending emotions and frustrations of not knowing how to express them.
He didn’t let me come down before he entered me. I, once again, found myself underneath him enduring his magnificent plunges hard, potent, and relentless. Azmir was a skilled lover. His hips moved with precision, his thrusts were purposeful and even his positions were well calculated. He knew how to get me off and waited out his own orgasms. In no time at all he’d learned my body in ways that I had no previous knowledge of.
His artful thrusts wouldn’t let up, and neither did the convulsions of my body. The room started to rotate as I felt my body being pushed into another orgasm as he pounded me into the mattress. Was I finished with the first? I didn’t know my upside from my downside as I yelped in passion. I felt him lift my backside from the mattress pushing himself deeper into me, reaching places so far into me, desperate to fuse with me and I accepted every inch of him—devouring him as I tried to come down from my never ending, ever spinning orgasm. Every cell in my body was ignited and charged with pleasure, something I’d never experienced. I was a bag of esthesis and couldn’t control it. He was supreme—unsurpassed.