I loosened his towel and grabbed him in my hands and began stroking from base to tip. I couldn't believe how much it extended beyond what I originally saw. He was ready. I stood him up, reached underneath the decorative pillows and pulled the blanket back. I nudged him to lie down. He did. I grabbed another condom off the nightstand where all of his personal belongings lay. I was in control and held all of my faculties this round.
As I guided the condom on, I provocatively licked my lips. He gave me his panty snatching smirk and I scooted up to make myself comfortable in my new seat. One thing about being on top of Azmir is that you take in all of him. And there was certainly a lot to take on. But he was so satisfying that I loved obliging his size. I began plunging into him as I stared deeply into his eyes. He did the same. Azmir loved watching me as our bodies fused.
“What are you thinking about?” I couldn't help but to ask as I grinded.
“If you're making love to me.” I stilled. I couldn’t believe my ears. Thinking a frog must have jumped into my throat, I couldn’t speak. He kept a steady expression on his face but still had that intoxicated look in his eyes telling me that he was enjoying me.
“What do you think?”
He swallowed as he closed his eyes and smoothly pushed into my hips urging me to carry on my thrusts. “If this is just smashing, I can't imagine how much better making love would be...because I am in a place rarely visited.”
I was all in. I went down to kiss him as I continued my ride. He pulled his arms around me and began to rhythmically meet my plunges. He gripped me tightly as if he wanted to be one with me. I tried to remain in control but every time his sweet breath hit my face and his grip intensified, I lost more and more of myself. I was floating further and further away from my center of gravity. My body was afloat and my mind drifted after it. I didn’t like the escape of lucidity.
“Azmir, what are you...doing to me?” I cried out passionately, buried into his neck. I tried raising my body to see his face. I could hardly lift my torso from his fierce grip but was able to move my head a little. His eyes were closed shut as if he were fixated on something internally.
Damn! Could this man make an ugly face? He is so fucking sexy.
My body started to tremble against Azmir’s forceful thrusts.
Wait! This isn't supposed to be happening so soon.
Just that abruptly I erupted, melted all around Azmir. I felt it all the way down in my heated toes. Azmir must have too because all I heard was the sweetest, most gentle, ever-manly calling of my name, “Oooooh, Rayna!”
It made me gyrate like no other time in my life, which prolonged our orgasms.
The next morning, as my body was awakening from a hard sleep, I began getting flashbacks of my most recent memories. Azmir. His scent. His touch. The sound of his harsh breathing. I could smell him. That's when reality hit me and I remembered he was here last night. I reached over to caress him. His back. His chest...hell—anywhere. I didn't feel him. I opened my eyes to search and no Azmir. I jumped up.
No! Did he leave while I was asleep?
“Ms. Brimm, good morning,” he greeted with his coochie creaming smile. It was a morning must have that a girl could get used to.
He was sitting in the chaise Michelle had given me, making the damn thing look good. He looked refreshed in his jeans that exposed the band of his boxer briefs while holding his Blackberry. I looked at the time on the nightstand that read eight seventeen a.m.. I didn't know what time I had finally gone to bed last night. I remembered getting Azmir's clothes out of the drier and ironing his jeans and shirt. I didn't know what time he would be ready to leave so I wanted his things ready for him. Then I washed and blow-dried my hair in the powder room so that the noise wouldn't wake him. After that, I was beyond exhausted and climbed into bed with him. In his sleep, he pulled me closer and buried his face in my neck. I rested peacefully.
I see he found his clothes.
“I had an epiphany while you were asleep,” Azmir spoke soft and evenly. “Judging by your reaction moments ago when you thought I’d left, I can deduce that you felt similar to how I did last night when you dropped me off.”