I was momentarily muted, my body was still reeling from the taste of desperation on his lips. “Azmir, I…I—”
He grabbed me into his arms and, as I fluidly turned my back to him, trying to break loose, he grabbed me at the shoulder, wrapping his arm across my chest, pressing me into his hard, pounding chest. His right hand searched furiously for the entrance of my wrap around dress and when it did he quickly found his way down my panties and between my legs to my throbbing pearl. I gasped. I wasn’t steady on my feet from the exhilarating feeling of having his trained hands all over me again. My back arched and I grabbed the elevator walls, trying to steady myself as he rubbed and stroked until I could hear the swishing of my well-lathered sex. Went his lips and deft tongue touched my now exposed neck thanks to my hair cut, my body further melted into his lengthy frame. My head swung back and he rounded my neck with hit nibbling. I bit my lip to prevent from screaming. Not only were we in a public place, but I couldn’t give Azmir the satisfaction of me losing my mind after the way he had abandoned me.
He worked his finger inside my canal as his thumb deliciously circled my swollen pearl. I felt his head move down until his mouth was to my ear and felt his warm breath rushing through his moist mouth. “I’ve tried, Rayna. I swear, I’ve tried to do this your way. I’ve given you time to fucking return on your own,” he pleaded in my ear, adding to my lewd state. “Please, baby, I’m sick without you.”
His panting melted me literally and figuratively. I fought to comprehend his words through my libidinous fog, but the allure of his scent invaded my nostrils and somehow traveled down to something in my belly.
I shook my head frantically, “No. We can’t. It’s. Over,” I spoke incoherently, barely catching the collection of saliva trying to seep my wanting mouth.
“You don’t mean that. I can’t go on like this much longer. Six days, one hundred and thirty hours and thirty-five minutes I’ve been miserable without you, tortured by your absence and the possibility of you having moved on. What ever I did wrong I can fix it, I swear…just give me the chance to.” His words were tantalizing and my pelvis danced on his busy hand beneath me. I felt his rock hard penis poking me from behind and I felt the moisture from my fingers as I gripped the aluminum wall in front of me. I thought I was going to lose my mind.
“Fuck,” he growled in my ear. “You’re so wet! I miss you. I miss this. Tell me you miss it, too!” He spoke through clenched teeth the way that he did when I’d take him into my mouth and he would try to warn me that he was about to come. I was losing my faculties second by second. His deft fingers were diligently at work between my legs. I was close to the edge.
“No. I. Don’t. I. Have. Moved. On.” I had no idea where that came from, perhaps my will to, but it was so far from the truth.
I felt a smile form on his face from him having it pressed into mine. “Your body gives you away. It’s telling me something entirely different, Ms. Brimm.” He was goading me. It was confirmed when he used his free hand to strategically massage my breasts through my dress. My misted forehead dipped forward onto the cool silver wall. He ran small circles in my neck with his tongue. And seconds later, I heard him count down, “Eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two…”