“Good girl,” I affirmed as I poured a drop of honey into her private crevices and scooted off the table. “I don't need to add too much honey to this. It's sweet as it is...no good for my teeth.”
I dipped my head and went in. I knew Rayna was ready to explode so I let her. After eight seconds of me twirling my tongue around her clit, she convulsed into my face, grabbing my shoulders, neck then head.
“Uuuuh, Azmir!” she sang out almost incoherently.
When I knew she was too sensitive to touch, I inserted my fingers below into her wet folds providing her body a reprieve and softly blew onto her button. Seconds later, I went back for more sensual torture. Licking, flicking, and twirling my tongue viscously on her clit.
“No...no. I can't. Wait!” she begged trying to push me away at my shoulders.
“Trust me, baby girl,” I calmly urged her in a whisper.
I loved performing cunnilingus. It comes as close to puppeteering as anything else. I enjoyed watching a woman, especially one as guarded as Rayna, become undone under my ministrations. This was one act that guaranteed her submission to me. Sex did as well but there were times when she wanted to take lead in that. This is the one thing she couldn't. I also was aware of the fact that I knew of things that would bring pleasure to her body that she was unaware of. I knew secrets of her chambers that were completely unknown to her. I could almost countdown to her next orgasm.
5-4-3-2...
“Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh!” she screamed like a mad woman.
My tongue retreated inside her walls and flapped rapidly, but for less a period of time and went back up to her clitoris.
“No! I can’t Azmir! My body can’t...handle. Another. One,” she protested under libidinous siege.
“Okay...last one,” I whispered as I grabbed her breasts and began stretching her hardened nipples. And in seconds her hips started swinging in the air and her hands squeezed into my deltoid muscles. Her breathing stopped and her ass collapsed back on the table. She was done.
“Holy...holy...Sh..!” she blurted out with ragged breathing.
I gave her some time to gather her bearings, resting my head on her thigh. I could have played on her body a little longer but knew she was overwhelmed. In that moment, I felt things inside that made my chest tighten. I couldn’t articulate what I was experiencing but knew it was associated with panic because I was falling deeper and deeper for a woman who wouldn’t let me in completely. I wanted to love her hopelessly. Possess her totally.
After some time when I noticed her breathing had slowed, I whispered, “Okay?”
“Yeah,” she breathed.
I helped her up from the table and when she was on her feet, I took to her eyes and murmured, “If you didn’t see it with your own eyes, hear it with your own ears, or feel it with your own clit, don’t make assumptions.”
I turned to walk off to the bathroom, but not before I caught her mouth hitting the floor. Not sure if she caught the double entendre. I was referencing her ability to have multiple orgasms consecutively and her story about the young girl and the drug dealer. I needed a moment to settle my feelings from the story she’d shared. I needed to calm the sharp pains I felt in my chest from the amount of emotions that had quickly collected for this flighty woman.
The next morning we were seated in the first class lounge. I had to initiate a few e-mails to settle my staff until I was able to return to the rec and Cobalt. I was a tad bit tired, yet renewed from the connection I'd believed I made with my mother. The prospect of having her around was invigorating. I knew some would have believed I needed time on a psychologist's couch behind these latest developments but I would have abstained. I knew I'd only have to take it one day at a time.
“Hey, you,” Rayna nudged me. She was all smiles and giddiness.
“Hey yourself, young lady.”
“You're always working. When do you catch a break?”
“Hmmmmmmm...let's see.” I went to embrace her. “Ah! When I'm inside of you. Nothing else seems to matter.”