Or so I thought because the next thing I knew, he picked me up off my feet, into a straddling position and carried me over to the sofa chair in the corner of the room. He sat me down close to the edge of the seat and spread my legs eagle style. While squatting on his knees, he observes me while licking his lips as a dog salivates. All the while I can hear the breeze from outside flowing into the open room. The open doors of the veranda bringing the outdoors in, adding to the licentious atmosphere.
Before I knew it the warmth of Azmir’s mouth was over my most intimate parts. His tongue was strong and flexible as it was in search for my ultimate pleasure. Not long after, I found myself grabbing his head as my panting took over. He felt so good. He slipped two fingers inside of me and circled them over and over and I was prepared to lose it. Oh, no! I had to stop this. I gripped the handles of the chair and scooted back. When his head came up, I lunged at him, taking him by surprise. My mouth met his as we spread out on the floor. An involuntary moan escaped as I tasted my juices in his mouth. I was so aroused.
I planted kisses from his mouth down to his neck as my hands searched for his pleasure tool and once I found it, I slowly mounted myself on it. My walls were a bit tense, but in no time they remembered him and made room. Even the working through the tightness was deliciously pleasing. Looking down to Azmir who was biting his bottom lip turned me on even more. He grabbed me by the waist to help fit him in. Then I started to ride him and as I did my insides went wild. I felt him so deep and so did every wall of my canal. My breasts clapped together and against my chest and the reverberation aroused me so much that I found myself moaning out loud. It was almost a cry because I felt that I was losing. I didn’t want to give in, but I was lost in his libidinous orbit.
“That’s right...come for me,” Azmir grunted, subpoenaing my orgasm. That slapped me back to reality. No way. I jumped up and off him. With pure virile athleticism, he bolted forward and on to his feet, wearing an expression of confusion.
“Did I do something wrong?” he asked, but not in his usual gentle manner. I shook my head as I panted and my body hummed in excitement.
“Well, then you mind telling me what was that all about?”
I paused.
The pulsating coming from between my legs was so strong—violent even, and it spoke directly to Azmir. There was almost a twitch in his eye that told me he suddenly got it. He knew I was holding back on him. I felt weak in will, but believed I needed to remain true to my cause. I didn’t care how petty it was, it was a matter of principle.
I squeaked, “You haven’t told me you love me.” I felt reduced as I spoke and could hear my defeated tone.
Azmir’s face balled in frustration? Anger?
“Rayna, do you think you could keep yourself from me? I will bust ya’ young ass!” he declared in his thug rhetoric before taking me at the waist and lifting me in the air where I am once again straddling him.
He enters me and using my hips, he grinds into me. With each thrust, I could feel my myself lubricating. I try to squeeze my internal walls in an effort of gaining some control. Wrong move! I felt my orgasm coming on. No! I try to maneuver in a manner to let him know I wanted to get down. After a few seconds, he gets the hint.
As soon as I land on my feet, I drop to my knees taking him into my mouth. Yeah, I’m gansta! Two can play this game, Jacobs. I go at him ferociously, pushing him all the way to the back of my mouth as I look up at him showing him who’s boss. His face reads disbelief, but he doesn’t push me away. I stroke him with both my hands until I hear him moan my name.
He says it again, “Damn, Rayna,” so slowly and sensually.