“Harder!” I begged, caught up in lecherous fury.
Azmir couldn’t be close enough. Couldn’t be deep enough. I wanted him so far into me that he could feel my expressions and need of love without me having to speak them. I yearned for that deep of a connection with him. I wanted him to sense my desire of forever.
In no time, he pounded into me as though he had an idea of my desperation. Off were the kiddie gloves used in light of my condition and rushing in were the wild slams into my core. He was losing control. I relished every thrust. I could see the muscles in his neck strain as he pumped into me.
The sounds of our bodies smacking was intoxicating and I knew Azmir was content because he loved the sounds of making love. I could swear the tip of his penis connected with my heart with every thrust. But I wanted more. Needed all of him. Totally. Completely. Permanently.
In no time, I withdrew my mouth because that quickly I was on the verge of my orgasm. I leaned back to give him full access to my sex. My body tensed and I held my breath to brace myself. I was too sore to work with him. But it was apparent that I didn’t have to because the next thing I knew, I was screaming and convulsing from a violent orgasm that took no prisoners on my feeble body.
“Azmir, I want to do this forever. Please love me…forever!” I screamed out in pleasure of his deeds, and at the same time from the fear of breaking into two from the intensity.
Azmir exploded in the middle of my orgasm, crying declarations of insanity. “You are fucking everything. I could… Never. My. Life!”
That was the shortest length of a love making session we’d had at that point. It was as though something bigger than what we could understand was taking place.
And I was the better for it.
Chapter 2
Azmir
I walked into the bathroom to check on Rayna. She sat at the vanity cross-legged, combing her damp hair. A part of me felt guilty for having her a few minutes ago in the shower. I had no intentions on touching her. Shit—I was able to shower with her twice the day before with very little temptation. She’d been sick and it had been difficult for me to see her in that condition. She was very forward in inviting me to herself. Hell, she fell to her knees and put her mouth on my cock. What the fuck was I supposed to do—apply the patience of a priest? Not when Rayna is concerned. I’d never have the fortitude to deny her of a goddamned thing.
I’m a caring man, but a man with a sexual appetite no doubt. I’d just hope that I didn’t take advantage of her. Rayna’s body has always been tempting to me, what I craved all day. I enjoy making her come, feeling her clamp me while I’m balls deep inside her. It invades my every thought. Hearing her screaming my name, begging for forever caused me to lose myself in there. It’s exactly what I’d wanted with her. I’d just hoped her plea wasn’t just an act in the heat of passion. I am a patient mam, but I would hope all this time we had been building something solid. Something forever. I also hope that I didn’t scare her by slipping up with my true feelings of her encompassing my world. My life.
I tapped her shoulder as I watched her in the mirror. “You okay?”
“Mmmmm…hmmmm!” she hummed with satiated smile.
“Are you sure? You were acting like a damn cowgirl in there. I know you like the rodeo and all, but you’re still recovering,” I said in jest.
“Mr. Jacobs, you got jokes?” Rayna playfully rolled her eyes as she worked on brushing her entangled mane. Rayna’s beauty was breathtaking. She wasn’t the most diva-ish woman I’ve met, and she didn’t have to be. Her splendor was so natural that it was exotic. I could watch her all day, but didn’t. I’d already roughed her up in the shower, fucking her like I’d lost my goddamn mind. That’s because I feel like I do each time I’m buried deep in her. I just wish I could navigate into her heart the same way.