“Bring it on—PLEASE!”
Azmir chuckles, further spinning me out of control. Is there anything he can do to turn me off at this point? In no time, he started skillfully lapping his tongue into my canal. His clever tongue was weighty this particular morning and it was what I needed. I think he somehow knew that. Having my hands above me made the experience more erotic and tantalizingly pleasing at the same time.
“Damn, Brimm, you taste so good in the morning,” he growls with such desire, bringing about mass lubrication at the apex of my legs. I only wish I could touch him...his head...his shoulders.
“Let’s hurry up. We don’t have long,” he reminds me and goes straight to my throbbing pearl as he caresses my thighs that are hovering over his ears and head. I flex my sex at him back and forth and up and down, feeling perspiration gathering on my forehead. He reaches up to my nipples and skillfully massages them, and not too long after that I become undone. Heat courses through my veins as I splinter into tiny little pieces beneath him. I cry out, shudder, and my body jolts every which way imaginable.
Holy cow! He was right: this is more intense. I guess I’d never considered it. It was more intense than the first one.
It goes on for so long. He holds me at the waist to keep me still until I’m done. Once my whimpers are silenced, he rises and pulls down his boxer briefs. His erection vaults out, prominent as ever. It looks so inviting. He strokes it a time or two, well aware of the torment he’s putting me through. Swiftly, he reaches over me to unhook me from the bed. I’m slightly disappointed because I enjoyed the brief erotica. Azmir is never short of freaky. My one hand is still cuffed, so I have to be careful as to how I move because the cuffs are heavy and can hurt me if I’m not mindful. He sits me up so that I’m facing him and checks my wrists.
“No marks. Good. If this were the weekend I’d try something that would definitely bruise you, but you have to go to work,” he mutters. I’m not sure why, but his words pique my interest and I find myself a little disappointed. “I know you like to ride on top, but I want to see how you performed when slightly restrained,” he murmurs, kissing my neck. He has so much passion in his eyes as he lifts my slip over my head. I’m now naked. He made his way to my lips and I tasted myself on him. We taste good together. I am so aroused. I moan through my nose as he cuffs my hands together behind me. I heard the clicking as he adjusted it to size of my wrist.
How did I sleep through this earlier? I don’t care. I want this so bad.
“If you need my help to grind just ask. Okay?” he whispers chidingly in my ear. I eagerly nod in agreement.
He lifts me onto his lap as he sits on his legs. He’s so strong. So virile. I’m in awe as I stare into his most alluring eyes. His long lashes are piercing and his smooth coco skin is so inviting, but I can’t touch him. As he guides me down onto his wide length, I groan. His eyes never leave my face. He feels so good filling me. Right away, I unsuccessfully try thrusting because my self-control has fleeted.
“Uh...uh,” Azmir reprimands, heeding me. “I’m not all the way in,” he informs through clenched teeth. This told me he was enjoying me as well. With his arms draped around my back, he hooks one of them on my shoulders to anchor me.
“Ah!” I cry out. The pleasure is indescribable.
“Ready,” Azmir informs me.
I begin going to town. I thrust and flexed every which way, trying to find my balance. I couldn’t. He felt so good buried in me, but he was inconsistently hitting my most sensitive spots in there. I needed a rhythm, but couldn’t get it without the use of my arms.
Azmir, stills, looks me in my eyes, and mouths, “Just ask,” he reminds me in a husky tone of his that I knew well. I was panting in my frustration of feeling like I had an internal itch, but couldn’t navigate my scratcher.