His intoxicated eyes fell upon me and I whispered, “I’ve been craving this all day. I didn’t want to waste any time.”
My heart raced as I awaited a reaction. Azmir didn’t speak, but I saw the twitching of his jaw muscles as he processed the invitation. He moved papers and folders out of the way and sat me on his desk after pulling my skirt up to my waist. Azmir got on his knees taking a trip down to my private parts. His skilled tongue was firm and quick this time, and after only a few seconds of this I couldn’t control myself. My legs were jerking along with my back spasms, but my orgasm wasn’t close enough for me to have felt the sensations I was experiencing. I didn’t like the intensity of the pleasure I was feeling because just as with all of my previous experiences with Azmir, I had no control. Damn Azmir and his oral skills!
“Let it go, baby. I need to be inside of you,” he urged breathing against me.
That sent me over the edge. When the time arrived for me to climax, I had to muzzle my cries. This is what I had been fantasizing about all day. This is where I wanted to be with Azmir…in sheer bliss. For those few seconds in paradise, I was in love with this man. He was Divine!
When I was done, he lifted me off the desk and bent me over. I wondered what took him so long to enter me until I heard the unwrapping of the condom. Damn! The thought of a condom had escaped me once again.
He took me from behind. As I felt the wide crest of his penis at my entrance I had to keep from screaming as he entered me so forcefully. I had to get used to his enormous size.
Once fully inside he asked, “You okay?”
“Umm...hmm,” was all I could give.
He started off slow. Azmir was long, wide, and heavy, filling me to the hilt. I bore every inch of him; he wanted me to. Spread across his desk I felt bare. Vulnerable. Something he always pushed for without words. And I had no choice but to adjoin with him on a level far more than physical, although how intimate I didn’t quite know.
After a while, I could tell he was ready for his release because of the speed he had embarked on and the tight grip he had on my hips. I moved his one hand up my back to release the unbearable impassioned clench. His other hand followed suit. I had begun to flex my walls and enjoy his strokes. I felt him pull out almost fully and then back in. He was long stroking me deliciously.
“Damn, Brimm,” he cried out desperately in a low and labored tone. That made me cream even more. I even had the inclination to start throwing it back at him.
“What are you trying…” he attempted. He started grinding faster.
The phone beeped. “I’m done now, Mr. Jacobs. Is there anything you need before I leave?” Pegged paged.
Damn her for interrupting my lovemaking session!
Azmir’s strokes came to a halt. I turned to look back at him to see what he was going to do. He hit the speaker button and said, “You’re good, Peg. Enjoy your evening,” trying not to let her hear he was out of breath.
She tried to return the well wishes, but he immediately disconnected the call. Azmir waited about three seconds more before resuming. Again, his strokes sped up. I started thrusting back at him again. I couldn’t believe the feeling that was engulfing me. I was about to come. Again. All I could do was push my face into his desk calendar to keep from screaming as I felt his hard thighs smack into the back of my legs. I was too embarrassed to let him know that I was climaxing again. I’d yet to reveal that he was the first to deliver me a vaginal orgasm, I was certainly not prepared to express it today. But my body began to convulse, which had to give it away. Azmir was fucking me with potent horsepower. There was no other way to describe his gusto. And I enjoyed every frantic insertion.
Azmir followed me into oblivion minutes later, making sure I was done, pumping himself into me obstinately. He collapsed on my back when he was through.