I glimpse down to notice my breasts have slipped out of their holdings. The rim of my gown is below my nipple line and the straps are pulled into my breasts. My nipples... Geesh! They’re swollen and hard—shaped like the top of pawn pieces.
Then my eyes instinctively roam back over to an unassuming Azmir. He’s unknowing, compromised, and...hot. His lips are ajar, but the soft air blowing from his nostrils causes fulgurant spikes to course through my delicate frame. The bulb between my lower lips is pulsating.
Oh, my god! I want Azmir...like in the worst way.
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Azmir
I’m hurled from my sleep. I have no idea why until my vision clears after repetitive blinks and settles on two golden globes with hard milk chocolate nubs at the apex of them. I haven’t been this up close to them in so long that they appear a little foreign, but only to my eyes. My cock springs up at the recognition. Her scent…that has to be what awakened me. Rayna always spritz a soft flowery fragrance on her body after a shower and before coming to bed.
My nose is so close to her breasts that her heaving brings them closer for a mili-second before they retreat. Her mounds are pinned against the satin strap of her nightgown, appearing strained enough to pop the delicate material. Warm intermitted air breezes against my forehead from her pants. My eyes trail up her honey shaded skin and when I get to her collapsed jaw, mine reacts in the same manner. Rayna’s left arm arches over my head as she’s facing me. Her forehead is wrinkled, her eyes are wild, her nostrils are flaring out and retracting just as quickly, and when she takes a deep swallow, unable to keep her lips sealed, I realize what’s going on here.
My lady is horny as fuck. She’s trying to maintain control. Is she afraid to tell me she needs her back straightened out? If it’s because she’s been unavailable from being sick, she has to know I’m not sweating that shit. I’ve been painfully waiting, but understanding.
My gaze traces Rayna’s erratic eye movements. She’s trying to assess me. And I want to test her. I need to know if she wants me as I suspect because now I’m feeling the beginnings of tingling in my fucking sacs. They’ll be growing heavier any second now. My eyes descend back down to her bountiful breasts that are larger than they’ve ever appeared to me, and I flicker my tongue onto her right nipple.
Immediately, Rayna’s entire body tenses and she inhales deeply. I’m not quite sure of what it means, so I do it again, only this time I flit it longer. Rayna’s breaths are heavier and her chest caves in. Her eyes grow wider and wilder as she stares down at me. Yup. She needs to fuck…and so do I. But before I get happy out my ass, I have to test her a little more. I shift an inch closer to continue my laps on her turgid nipples. I flicker my thumb on her left as I work the right into my mouth and softly suck on it.
“Ahhhhh!” she’s screams on a husky breath. Fuck, she’s extra responsive today!
I use both my hands to bring her breasts together and go bananas on them with my hungry mouth. I swear I’m trying to suppress the caveman, but her moans are releasing the beast. Rayna’s hand squeezes my left bicep, piercing my skin. Her right leg swings over my left thigh as she starts to grind, needing friction where it hurts most. I don’t let her. I bring my leg over hers and pin it down as I work her nipples that have somehow taken on a darker shade in my crazed morning brain.
Rayna cries out in frustration. She needs to work her pelvis, but I don’t let her. I continue my torture. I miss this contact, the intimacy from her shaky frame, heat from her warm breath pushing forcefully from her mouth, hearing her cries of pleasure. There is nothing more that can affirm my masculinity.
“Azmiiiir,” she cries out. Her breath is ragged and her body tremors are violent as I hold her in place to ride out her release. She goes on and on like this, and now the pads of her fingers are gripping my skin as if she fears a long fall.
Oh, shit! That didn’t take long at all. I believe that was a record compared to the last time I did it when I introduced the cuffs to our bed. Rayna’s eyes opened heavily…and hungrily. Fuck my own need; my lady needs me more.
“Awwww…baby, you want another?”
I watch as Rayna lifts from the bed, pushes me forcefully to the mattress and straddles me so that she’s on top. In mere seconds, she’s hovering over the tip of my cock with her pliant and gelled lips running against the head to navigate my entrance. Then, without warning, she plummets down onto me.
“Arrrrrrgh!” she screams out.