Damn! I’d do anything for this woman! I was dangerously in over my head engrossed with her. I pulled her legs over my shoulder and began digging in, impaling her. She was so warm and ran so deep. I thrust deeply making sure I touched her back walls. I developed a pace as her walls squeezed all around me. Her breasts bounced lusciously all over the place.
“Azmir, baby, I'm about to...” Rayna cried out before being shifted into orbit with another orgasm. There was something about watching her come. I felt ownership of not just her orgasm but her body. With that thought, the game was over. I was melting inside of her.
In the shower I looked down at Rayna washing me.
“You know I’m thoroughly enjoying this. You shouldn't start what you can't finish, Ms. Brimm,” I teased.
We both laughed.
I see her mauling over something internally and her smile slowly fading.
“Will we lose the fiery bliss?” she asked with depths of earnestness in her eyes.
“I don't know. I should hope not.” I tried providing some type of answer.
Her eyes widen and she exclaimed, “You don't know? You were just in a long-term relationship! Surely you have some frame of reference.”
I shook my head at the thought. “That relationship was far different from what we have. It was dissimilar to your traditional boy meets girl. Boy falls in love with girl. Boy and girl lives happily ever after,” I attempted to explain in hopes of it being satisfactory enough an answer to move this conversation to the next topic.
“Oh...how?” Damn. Rayna never asked questions. I’d grown accustomed to that.
I guessed it was only fair that we’d discuss my past with Tara, a little. I took a deep breath. Here we go.
“Tara and I just sort of...happened. I’d grown close with her dad for years. He was the only family I knew. I mean...I’d been just about everything of a son to him short of living with him. He’s always championed my independence. I would visit his crib every now and then and would see her. I never paid her much attention because she was so much younger than me. As she grew, I noticed her staring more and wanting to be around when I came through or when her dad would come and check me out. She would smile and even wink, but I guess I never took her to be more than a cute little girl.”
“She had to be attractive to you because you two did end up together,” Rayna said with a chortle.
“Eventually I did start taking notice of her adolescent developments,” I admitted, giving us both a laugh.
I continued, “On her eighteenth birthday she just popped up at one of my clubs with her girls and began talking grimy. I'll admit I was turned on. I'd never spoken to or interfaced with her in the absence of her parents and she came aggressively. I was a young man sewing my oats, so to speak. She presented very adventurously and that attracted me to her. I was game. And that's how it all began.” I'd hoped that gave some insight.
“How did you internally resolve sleeping with your mentor's daughter behind his back? I mean...he didn't know she'd come to your club, I'm sure.”
She's really inquisitive tonight, huhn? I didn’t understand the sudden interest. Neither did I like the stroll down memory lane. I looked her square in the eye searching for a motive, but to no avail. She simply wanted to know.
“I didn't. So eventually I told him, man-to-man.”
“Was he angry?” she asked.
“No. I believe he suspected it.”
She was making figure eights into my abdomen with the suds. Her beautiful chestnut irises were fixed on her project, but her mind was churning.
“Why didn't you two live together?” she asked softly.
Where was all of this going? Okay. I'll play along.
“I didn't want that.”
“Did she?”
“Very much.”
“Were you in love with her?”
Whoa!
I had to take a minute to think about a smooth way to answer such a delicate question.