“Uhhhh!” gushes from my tried lungs at his fullness.
His eyes flutter and mouth collapses at the sensation, then within seconds, I see determination just before he rocks his pelvis into mine. He holds me at the waist first and eventually takes one of his big hands and clasps my shoulders. My diaphragm is pushed into my spine, leaving me little room to breathe. But when Azmir’s inside of me, this deep, I don’t want to breathe. I want to feel…to communicate with him on a level where words are not appropriate. He brings his mouth down to mine and I feel the coolness of his tongue and draw my hands to his face to pull him closer to my mine. A sheen of sweat layers the skin on his face and his shirt is completely sodden. I grasp he’s still fully clothed other than his pants being lowered to knees.
He pulls back then he continues to pound me. His long fingers probe at my nipple, pulling it to a nearly painful length, further melting my core. I feel my belly stirring in pleasure. His left hand clutches my thighs against his chest as he moves powerfully in and out of me. Azmir then trails his luscious lips up my calf and grabs the diamond ankle bracelet he gave me in Vegas. I lose it. Unable to control my vocals, I scream insanely as I feel his sacs smack into my rear.
When he recognizes I’m done, he pulls me into his chest. Cupping me at the chin, he pulls me into an impassioned kiss that doesn’t allow me to catch my breath from the earth-shattering orgasm I’ve just succumbed to. But again, I don’t want to breathe around Azmir, I only want to feel him. And that’s exactly what I do as he throws his tongue deep into my mouth. He doesn’t do his usual butterflying effect. No, he’s too caught up for that. He’s pouring into me in a different way. His lips move swiftly as they turn firm against mine. I feel his heartbeat viciously through his shirt. Even in my woozy state, it isn’t lost upon me how he’s still clothed while I’m in just my stilettos.
Then I’m flipped again and bent over the couch opposite of the partition, still on my knees. He enters me with zest, and before I can catch my breath, I feel those zinging sensations of pleasure coursing through my wobbly frame. I steady myself to catch each plunge. I now feel the mist of sweat sprouting from my body against the plush leather. My moans are feral. I feel like I’m losing my mind in pleasure. His scent blankets me. His touch sets me on fire. His thrust melts my core. I bite my lip to feel pain in order to keep consciousness. It’s fleeting with each delicious drive into me.
“You a’ight, Brimm?” Azmir calls out in his Brooklyn twang. “Looks like you’re struggling. Stay with me!” he barks.
I can’t think to speak. I can’t formulate the words to tell him I’m on another planet. I don’t want to talk at all; I only want to feel.
He lifts me upright, into a vertical position as we’re still on our knees, him behind me. Azmir’s hips still pump deeply and thoroughly. He lifts my upper torso, brings my arms up, and one by one, over his shoulders where my hands find their way to the back of his head. His warm hands then make busy with one thrumming my peaked nipple and the other pinching my lips from below over him firmly. As he thrusts into me, we knock against his hand and I can feel the massage against my pearl. Ripples of pleasure undulates my core in no time. My head collapses back on his shoulder. I feel sensations from the spores of my scalp to the pads of my feet.
Before I know it, my body stiffens in orgasm-readiness at the rhythm of him plunging up and down…in and out. My body begins with low and steady trembles. The trembles turn into convulsions as I moan mindlessly from the onset of my orgasm. Azmir grips my shaky frame and continues with his masterful lunges into my core. My spine gives and my torso jerks, almost leaping forward, but he holds me until I land back on earth.
Amazing.
I’m depleted. Completely exhausted. So much so, he has to hold me up because I’m prepared to collapse on the floorboard. He pulls out of me and flips me again. This time I land on my back where he plants himself between my legs. His plunges never falter. They’re still strong, resolute, and generous. I can still feel ripples of pleasure from his unrelenting horsepower. Even feeling each inch of bliss he delivers, I’m fading. In my befuddled state, I still have sense to know that I’m crashing. I focus my intoxicated eyes on his beautiful face and recognize the intense zone he’s in as he rocks deliciously into me.
I don’t know how long or why he chose to take on this rendezvous tonight. Neither do I care. I enjoy every artful thrust and feel each droplet of sweat of his that lightly splatters over my trembling body. I submit to him and ride out everything he gives, trying to remain conscious. I’m slowly fading and this time, unlike in Phoenix, I know why and where.