On my way out, once downstairs, I take notice of the well groomed bar in the corner of the living area. I decided to make us drinks and take them out to the deck.
When Azmir comes out of the water, I am resting on a float in the pool, laying on my front. He stands over me on a partition, gaping as he sips on the drink I made for him.
“Enjoying the sun, are we, Ms. Brimm?”
I push up against my arms and glance up to see him standing there wet and sexy. I think I’d dozed off. I’d overdone it with the alcohol.
“Come swim with me.”
“I’m not that great of a swimmer,” I use to blow him off.
Azmir jumped into the pool after saying, “Let’s see how good you are.”
He splashes water on me as I scream. When he emerged he grabbed me, snatching me off the float. I yelped in sheer shock. I couldn’t believe he was doing this. Azmir commenced to dipping in and out of the water. All of a sudden he pulls me into him.
“Show me how you swim.”
I extend my arms and legs and paddle with my head above the water. My body moves a few yards at a time. “That’s some pretty girl swimming. You have to put your head down and go under.”
I stop, feigning righteous indignation, “That sounds like something you do.” Okay, now I’m flirting.
Azmir gave a sexy snort. “Let you tell it, I won’t be allowed any acts to bring you pleasure.”
I shrug my shoulders and murmur, “That is correct…and serves you right.”
Azmir halted in movement and in the next beat, took me by the hand, and led me inside the bungalow. In the main doorway, he kissed me so freely and meaningfully. I returned the favor, only mine with fury. I have something to prove. He cannot control my heart and body only to return to his true love. I was in charge of my body from this night on, or so I challenged. He reached behind my neck to release the tie in the string that held the clasp of my bathing suit. Slowly he peeled it off from my breasts down to my feet, taking in every inch of my body. All I could think was, Yeah, this is what you’ll be missing. As he rises, he makes contact with my eyes as if he was communicating something to me without words. Well, I was too. I put out a challenge just a few short hours ago that I had every intention to make good on. His erection was piercing through his shorts.
“Let’s go upstairs,” he mutters softly and I could tell he was inviting me to lead him, so I went first.
As soon as I crossed over the threshold of the door, he grabbed me from behind, wrapping his long arms around my belly pressing me against him. He bent down to my neck and started licking down into my shoulder. A groan traveled up from my belly and exited my mouth. His lips were so soft against my skin. His right arm traveled down to my inner thigh slowly and his hand gently rubbed over my sex. My body started to shiver. It had been days since we last made love and for this reason my body was hypersensitive. I couldn’t give him total power. I had to regain control.
I quickly turned around to face him, bringing his head down to mine before throwing my tongue in his mouth. Azmir always tasted so sweet. He seemed to maintain the perfect amount of saliva in his mouth and never transferred much of it into mine. I enjoyed our oral dances. My hands fell to his waist to undo his swimming trunks and once they were on the floor, his underwear followed. I grabbed his length into my hand, stroking him back and forth. He moaned.
Yes. I was in control.