“Ms. Brimm, you look even better cuffed awake than you did while you were asleep,” he observed.
I gave him an expression of bewilderment, though I know where he was going with this. As much as I try to fight it, I am getting turned on by the second.
“I woke up just after dawn from a nasty dream,” he murmured as he pulled the comforter from my waist down to the foot of the bed. “I don’t want to rehash it, but I must say, it consisted of you leaving me yesterday,” Azmir is speaking in the most even tone—somewhere between contrite and salacious. I can’t choose. He runs his fingers softly up and down the side of my abdomen. I shiver.
He continues, “I’ve expressed to you that I don’t want you to leave. This includes my side and my home. So, I wondered, ‘How can I get through to her in a manner that she’d understand?’ Then the thought came to me, ‘Chain her to the bed for the rest of her days,’ but that, of course, has legal implications. So, I thought of a milder version. I thought that I could cuff you and remind you of why you should stay. Make sense?” he asks, expecting an answer.
I nod my head in agreement.
“Good,” he affirmed, flashing that panty-snatching smirk. “So, I am going to start now, understanding that I have a good half an hour before you need to be showered, fed, and out of here to make it to your workout session on time. Okay?”
I enthusiastically nod, again. I was so ready that I’d already started squirming.
He began to kiss me passionately, causing my brain to pound in my head as electric pulses coursed my body, setting fire down deep. His tongue was fierce, igniting all my senses. Before I knew it, he began his descend down my body landing at my breasts. He teased my turgid nipples torturously by sucking and deliciously tugging at them, pulling them to a near painful length. It was spicy pleasure and an erotic visual. He stayed there, working them over, sucking, sparring with his trained tongue and kneading my breasts thoroughly. My head swung restlessly from side to side. My pelvis thrusting in the air, desperately wanting friction of the A.D. type. But he lay at forty-five degree angle, torturing me with his adept mouth. I felt the rising in my belly. He pulled at my nipples with his lips, then teeth. I lay twitchily as I watch and hear his tongue slap against my flesh. My toes curled into a ball as my body tensed in preparation.
I tried to fight the urge, but I could no longer.
“Ahhhhhhh!” I yelled and then my body collapsed seconds before convulsing over the mattress. I couldn’t feel anything but rippling waves of pleasure as an orgasm swept through my body. Never in my life had I obtained an orgasm from sole activities to my breasts. It was clear by his expression that Azmir was precipitating it.
He stilled to crack a smile and then continued his oral deeds as I thrust my hips in the air, wishing it was upon him. This was air humping at its best, something I hadn’t done since high school. Azmir knew what he was doing. His tongue moved with agility around my belly, causing it to lurch from unrelenting oral persecution.
Man! If my hands were free I’d push his head down below.
“Are. You. Getting. The. Picture. Ms. Brimm?” he asked between kisses down to the juncture of my jumpy legs. My panting was out of control. I was so ready for him. Again. With a heavy tongue, he traveled from the top of my pubic hair line to the opening of the lips of my sex.
He stops. No!
“Ms. Brimm, this is the best time for sex of any kind for you. Do you know why?”
What the..! A pop quiz at a time like this, Jacobs?
Still heavily panting, I quickly whisper, “No.”
With his smile still present he answers, “Because you have a full bladder. Not only will your pending orgasms be first-class, but my thrusts will feel more intense to you. Are you ready?”
Orgasms ending with an “s”? I felt my muscles clenching again. Oh, I am so ready!