“Yes, sir,” Ray’s calming voice complied through the intercom speaker.
I went to kiss him again and after seconds of indulging me he pulled back and asked, “You think we should talk about the events at the gala?”
I looked deep into his eyes. Huhn? I had thought about what events he could be referring to. Then it hit me.
“About Thompson...Sebastian?”
“Sebastian is a fucking ass. I was two minutes from smashing his frames into his cranium.”
“Then who...Thompson?”
He said nothing, but had answered my question.
Not now...not with how I'm feeling.
“Azmir, I’ve told you, Thompson isn’t an issue for me. And quite honestly with how I'm feeling right now I resent him for being a topic of discussion while I'm trying to reconnect with someone who means more to me than—”
So that I didn't have to go any further, I lunged my face at him again, kissing him ferociously, pleading with him to put me out of my misery. He grabbed me, holding me tightly, eventually working his way down to the nape of my neck. I moaned and with a pull and tug released his bowtie. He reached beneath my gown for my hips to soon learn that I was bare underneath. He stopped and regarded me with suspicious eyes.
“Why do you think I went to the bathroom?” I offered over panted breaths.
He didn't budge. I fought off my pride because I felt a grave amount of desperation for him. I couldn't force him into the sphere of love and need to share and express the adoration that I was floating in at the moment. It would be pointless for me to even be there myself without his willingness. But I wanted it...I wanted him badly.
“Azmir, please. Indulge with me. Here. In this moment. No one else matters. Just you and me.” My plea was primal and desperate.
At the sound of my words his mouth shot open, I thought I’d heard him gasp. He searched my soul through my eyes and I pleaded once again with mine. Within seconds his face softened and his posture relaxed as he embraced me, holding me to his chest.
“Okay,” he murmured into my neck.
I reached down taking his face into my hands to meet mine once again in an oral embrace. I released the first few buttons in his shirt taking my tongue down to his neck then clavicle then his upper chest. My desire for this man was heady. I felt his breathing increase and could even hear mine over the soft music flowing from the speakers.
“Azmir,” I moaned his name in anticipation of him being inside of me.
My hands traveled down to his waist where I unfastened his pants and he lifted so that I could pull them down just enough to release his heavy and jutting appendage. I stroked him from based to head reeling over how ready for me he was.
I lifted my hips to position myself to take him in. His expression favored mine, ready and in deep need. As I sank down onto him I felt how tightened I was and recalled how large he was but stayed my position, working him into me. Azmir was wide and long, filling me to the hilt. His fullness caused hot flashes to scorch through my body and sweat beads to accumulate above my top lip. I learned this when he brought his thumb up to wipe it off and swept it over my lips before kissing me savagely. He was losing control just as I had.
“Damn. Brimm, you're tight,” he spoke intoxicatingly, with heavy eyes and lips ajar.
“I've missed you...my body has missed you,” I cried, just above a whisper as I continued working him in, on ward and up ward, in and out.