Tears pooled my eyes and my throat choked out, “Well, I’m glad you know how it feels.”
Azmir’s head swung around and his eyes pierced through me like a sword. Before I knew it, his lean frame jaunted over to me and his hand cradled my head as his mouth covered mine. His tongue pushed through my lips as his strong arm pulled me into him by the small of my back. The brandy…the stench of auburn juice that I’d come to appreciate hit my nostrils, surging through my brain, alerting of a familiar fragrance and suddenly every cell in my body came alive and hypersensitive to his scent, touch, and sight.
He reached down, ripped off my blouse and tore the zipper of my skirt. His touch was so abrasive, but my body responded to it so well, I needed it. I needed him. To cleanse me, my mind, and inoculate my body of every memory of another man’s touch. And I wanted him to. I wanted him to free me of everything that prevented me from loving him the way he needed me to—because I knew I needed him.
His head bowed and from my chin to my eyelids he licked every stained tear from my face. My breasts felt so heavy in my bra and my breathing was uncontrolled. His tongue traveled down to my neck and I pushed his head into me, clawing my frustrations at him, my insecurities of his adoration for another woman. My chest heaved again and tears began to pool again. I collapsed my hands to my side.
“No. No more shutting down.” Azmir looked down into my eyes and growled, “No…”
He dropped to his knees, desperately pulling down my panties and yanked my leg over his shoulder. He flickered his wicked tongue into my valley. I was already aroused, already slickened, so wet that I feared remnants of mother nature lingering. But Azmir’s groans spoke endorsements of the flavor he craved. He took me at the hips and pushed my sex into his face as his deft tongue shoved into my canal. My spine shivered as I held onto his shoulders, reveling in the sight of me standing in the middle of his living room, wearing nothing more than a bra and having Azmir Jacobs on his knees before me, beckoning my orgasm. What woman wouldn’t die for this? How many would pay anything to be in my thigh-high hosiery right now. Especially Dawn Taylor. At her name crossing my mind my eyes shot open and I froze, but not before my body started to quiver from Azmir’s tireless efforts below.
“Let it go! There is only me and you. It has always only been me and you,” he declared from beneath me and I could see lasciviousness started settling in through his slanted eyes.
And after just three more feather-light flickers of his firm tongue, my orgasm overtook me, tingling my nipples and warming the pads of my feet. Azmir’s groans intensified my ascension into an outer orbit realm. I felt him lifting from his shoulders, into the air. I landed on the sofa. My heart pounded through my chest as I tried to come down.
He plopped down next to me after removing his jacket. His head flew back against the sofa and his eyes closed, scrunched as though he was in pain. I knew it was from what my reckless actions had caused. Is he having seconds thoughts? My heart wanted to relieve him just like he had just done me. Provide momentary reprieve. In spite of my ill-actions he still wanted me, he was willing to take a chance with me, just as I was right after I’d learned of his kiss with Dawn?
I jumped to my feet in front of him and fell to my knees, frantically unbuttoning his shirt, it was ridiculously tedious, but I was on a mission.