“Azmir?” I said in a low tone. I couldn't believe he stood before me...all six feet and four inches. He didn't wear his usual panty snatching smirk or coochie creaming smile. Instead, he had his heart-wrenching, sexy ass, passionate deep glower.
Michelle was speaking in the phone, but I couldn't make out a word because I was enraptured by his presence. The sight of Azmir was so divine it hurt. He swooped down on me, pulling me into him at the small of my back. His mouth swung open as he reached down in target of mine. All the while he backed me into the wall as he closed the door behind us. His kiss was hard and purposeful. His tongue was agile in search of every portion of me as he devoured my mouth and fragmented me into pieces. I groaned involuntarily. That's when he came out of his trance and looked me in the eyes. His gaze immediately diverted to the phone.
“Tell them you have to go,” he demanded under no uncertain terms.
I looked at the phone before pulling it back up to my ear and muttered like a child, “Shelly?”
“Is that Azmir?” she quizzed as he stood erect there before me and I looked up into his eyes.
“Un–huhn!” I answered, not moving from his sensuous gaze.
“GIRL, BYE! CALL ME IN THE MORNING!” Michelle shouted. She probably really wanted to say that I should have hung up in her ear long before then.
Azmir gently removed the phone from my hand. Not taking his eyes off of me, he walked it back to the end table near the couch and then returned to me. He wrapped me in his embrace again, this time by grabbing my lower back and thrusting my body into his. His other hand gripped my face taking me into his. His tongue ran silky through my mouth and I felt sedated by his aggressive passion.
“You think you were going to leave me once again?” he growled somewhat angrily.
I didn’t know what to say. Before I could think of anything, he lifted his chin up towards the back of the house, scowl still in tow.
“Is your shower running?”
“Ummm…yeah,” I had to come back down to earth to process the question.
“So you left me to shower, aye?”
He effortlessly lifted me, at least a foot off the floor with my feet dangling, charging to my bedroom and then into my master bathroom where the water was running.
Letting me down, he kept his eyes glued to me as he stepped out of his shoes and placed his mobile phones on the vanity. Then he lifted me and had me straddle him at his waist. He continued to kiss me so long and passionately as he walked me into the shower.
Crap! Is he really this bold of a lover?
Not sparing my hair, he let the water sprinkle onto me as his lips left my face and trailed down my neck. I began to moan. He placed one hand on my ass and his grip made my body jerk as his tongue descending down my cleavage. With his alternate hand, he undid the top of my halter.
Damn. How does he know how to unman my dress?
The halter pieces collapsed and my breasts tumbled out of their restraints. There were so many sensations that took over my body. Drips of water began hitting my nipples and as in an automatic response, my hips started gyrating. I wanted…no—needed—Azmir inside of me. He raised me up effortlessly so that my breasts were leveled with his mouth and began licking my nipples. Licking turned into sucking and sucking turned into pulling. I swear I could climax from that alone.
“Oh. My. God. Azmir!” I panted as he continued to give equal attention to my nipples.