I really didn’t hear what he said because I was too busy daydreaming about slaying him right on his office chair. I stood there drinking in his irresistible presence. Today he was clothed less formal than his usual business attire. His lengthy frame stood tall in gray tailored suit pants and a well-fitted black dress shirt with black oxfords. His rectangular belt buckle was visible, though the Prada banner was vaguely printed on the bottom right corner of the face. Azmir oozed class and elegant taste. I had visions of him strapping my arms together with it just as he had during our last time together while on the back of his cabin cruiser when he fucked me into oblivion against the backdrop of the sun setting on the Pacific while we were on our way back from dinner on Coronado Island.
That night was magical. We made love under hues of red, orange, brown and gray—the best night light I’d ever seen in my life. Azmir seemed to have come alive as rain drizzled over us. I asked that we go inside the cabin and he adamantly declined, offering to pay to have my hair done the following day.
Damn. I recalled vividly how his strong hip thrusts rivaled that of the ocean against the boat while tiny drops from the sky fell upon my tauten nipples, intensifying the experience. I came with a thunder that nature couldn’t match, I screamed so loud and riotously as I melted around Azmir who, as he whispered commendations of my outburst in my ear saying that no one could hear but him and he wanted to hear it all, plunged deeply into me relentlessly. Every last orgasm he graciously conferred that evening bruised my vocal chords. An amazing experience.
I was stunned to learn he owned a boat and knew how to operate it. He said he bought it when he purchased the Marina Del Rey apartment from an associate desperate to dump everything and move. He figured he’d get a boating license and enjoy the experience. Thank goodness for the boat, the license, and the man.
Breaking my reverie was a knock at the door. Azmir announced it was okay to come in. Peg rolled in a silver cart with white linen. The cart was loaded with food from fried calamari, spaghetti, penne in vodka sauce, lasagna to chicken Caesar salad and rolls. I was floored. I had been on this man’s mind just as much as he was on mine today…well, maybe for different reasons. It was extremely thoughtful.
“What would you like to drink?” Peg asked.
Azmir eyes traveled over to me.
I guess I looked dumbfounded because Azmir answered for me, “A few bottles of water, lemonade and a bottle of Pinot Noir, please.”
“Yes, Mr. Jacobs,” she said before exiting.
I then thought to wash my hands so I headed to the en suite bathroom. He got up to move over to his desk at the same time and my backside brushed against his pelvic area. I peered back at him as to say excuse me when I noticed his gaze on me with heavy lecherously slit eyes. After leaving the bathroom, I saw Peg had returned with the beverages.
“Is that all, Mr. Jacobs?” she asked.
He glanced at me to see if I needed anything else. He never took his eyes off me when he answered, “That’ll be all, Peg. Let me know when you’re leaving for the day.”
I could tell he wanted me. At this point it was written across his damn forehead. I had to indulge myself or I would have burst. I walked over to him slowly, I wanted to be sure I was really picking up those vibes so I wouldn’t make a fool of myself at his place of business.
Once I reached him, I stood on the tips of my toes and kissed him just with my lips. I figured I’d see how receptive he was to that before I went any further. To my surprise, he grabbed me at the small of my back, reached down and threw his tongue in my mouth. It was over at that point.
I began unbuckling his belt, then I unzipped his pants. I was on a mad hunt for his tool that had haunted my every thought that day. When I found it, it told me that I was thought of as well and I began to stroke it from base to tip. It was so long and its skin—soft and smooth, velvety. The muscle…the muscle was nice and hard. With each stroke I threw my tongue further in his mouth and Azmir growled with pleasure. When he could no longer take it, he turned me around, awarding chaste kisses down my neck while leading me to his desk. Once there, his strong arms reached up my pencil skirt in search of my panties. Oops! I didn’t have any on. I’d taken them off in anticipation of this.