Molly pivots a little closer into the door frame. “Uhhh…yes, sir. My shift is over. If you don’t mind, I’m gonna go downstairs and enjoy the festivities while I give that fax from New York City time to come through, sir.” She was asking to be dismissed for the day only to continue work later—non-mandatory I ascertain.
“Indeed. Lock the elevator. If anyone needs me defer to Kareem or Tracy,” Azmir gruffly orders. “Goodnight.”
This is so not like him.
“Sure,” Molly humbly says with a nod before closing the door behind her.
I turn my head back to him and murmur, “What’s the problem, Jacobs?”
He places his forehead against mine and shakes his head.
Once again, I lift his chin to search his eyes. He, in turn, studies mine. The next thing I know, he slightly leans his head in a familiar manner—something he does when he’s prepared to orally embrace me. As his face approaches mine, I’m ready. I follow his aggressive kiss with great welcome. My hands find their way to his head as our tongues engage in a sweet dance. It lasts for an eternity and in no time, I’m caught up.
Azmir grabs me by the waist and lifts me onto his desk. He pulls my feet up to the armrests of his desk chair. My heels hook onto the handles. He pulls back from our embrace. My eyes are dancing at the suspense. What is he doing? He buries his face into my crotch and gives a long and hard inhale with his eyes closed. When they open, they’re drunken with clear desire. I sit there with my hands stapled to his desk, watching him and I can’t help but to be turned on by this. Azmir reaches for my panties and pull them down and over my boots. Once off, he balls them in his fist, lifts them to his nose and inhales again.
“Damn, I’ve missed you,” he whispers, seemingly much to himself.
My mouth drops and opens simultaneously. I am delighted in lust. He carefully places my panties at the end of his desk. I watch his every movement in slow motion. Next, he throws his face in between my thighs. He licks, strokes, grazes, and dips his tongue and masterfully drags his teeth the full length of my valley. My body reclines and hands grips the back of his head. Azmir is on a mission and for some reason, I detect that I have little to do with what’s behind this sexual fury. But in this moment, I don’t care what the cause is. I’m pleasured by the fact that he is using me to remedy it. He’s taking it out on my body in a way that brings us both bliss and relief.
I experience a transitory touch of reality and am reminded that I’m spread out on his office desk. Typically, this would bring halt to my randy state, but it had the opposite effect on me just as it had a few months back in his office at the rec. I feel my inner freak being unleashed as my body trembles at every swipe of his deft tongue.
In a rapid move, Azmir scoops me off the desk and lowers me onto his lap. He’s entering me and I’m left to find my balance. My legs are aside his upper arms and his hands are planted on my hips. Azmir is in. Deep. He lifts me and let me down onto himself for his pleasure. I grip his shoulders, keeping him arm’s length as I take in all of his fullness. He’s buried so tightly that I feel him pulsating inside of me. I let out a stifled moan. His breathing grows distressed.
“Rayna…you mean...so much...to me. Stay with me...stay forever,” he manages over my lunges onto his lap.
Unable to focus my eyes, I try to look deep into his…unsuccessfully. I give up. He knows in this condition I’d agree to anything with him. My head was clouded, filled with erotic expressions of A.D.. I hear the sounds of his firm length slamming into me and the slapping of my anterior flesh meeting his hard thighs. The cords in Azmir’s neck bulges, telling of his forceful pushes and pullings of my heated frame.
“Yes...yes, baby...I will!” I assure.