After dessert, we left the restaurant. I was ready to get him alone, it was almost torturing. As we stood outside waiting for the Bentley, I was admiring Azmir’s beauty. He was tall, beautifully dark with striking features, just extremely handsome. Damn is that goatee working for him! His urban look was casual but definitely stylish and appealing.
As I gave him a once over I fantasized about what I was going to do to him once we got back to my place. I reached over to grab him and when I did, I gently pulled his face down to mine. He came into me and I kissed him softly. When he pulled back he gave me a look of passion, I had to go for it again whether we were in public or not. I moved into him again for another gentle pat on the lips only after, I didn’t withdraw, I went back in with my tongue. He reciprocated and I could tell by the speed of his tongue and breathing he wanted me as badly as I wanted him. My panties grew moist. I stroked the visible muscle in his jaw, running my pads against the soft quills of his facial hair. His tongue was so cool and agile. He took his left hand and placed it on the small of my back and then I got so lost in the moment that I forgot where I was.
Out of nowhere, there was the sound of a horn snapping us out of our tryst.
“Come on. That’s our ride.”
We continued our foreplay in the backseat of his Bentley while on our way to my place when his cell rang. He ignored the first phone as he lifted my dress and pulled me closer to him so that he could ruffle my panties until he eventually found his way to my private valley. His adroit fingers played amazing tricks with my clitoris as his tongue paralleled its movements in my mouth. I tried to keep up with his kiss. It was heavy, telling. Communicatory of his needs. After a while I couldn’t keep up because I had to catch my breath. He had developed a strategy with his long fingers. He’d start on my pearl with the tip of his fingers and then insert them into my passage. Taking in that feeling along with his luscious scent and his pressing weight on top of me made me wild.
I eventually relented to the pleasurable torture by whispering, “Stop…you’re going to make me come all over your backseat.”
“It’s my backseat and my *. You’re good,” he growled into my neck before nibbling.
I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out. I tried to be discreet as possible knowing that we were not the only two in the car. He was making this so difficult. I wanted more of him—all of him.
“What about Ray?” I panted.
“He can’t hear or see. Trust me.”
Azmir was so tall. I could only imagine how his lengthy body was positioned in the rear cabin of the car. While it was spacious inside, it wasn’t a bedroom. When he advised we had no ear or eye hustlers I decided to play ball.
I pushed up to ask for him to let me up. When he did, he gave me a deep gaze that further turned me on. He took the fingers he used to pleasure me and stuck them in his mouth. Without words I knew he was saying he wanted me badly. And Azmir always got what he wanted, even me.
I situated myself on the floor of the car while kissing him, tasting traces of myself on him. I took to the floor between his legs and removed his jacket. After that, I began pulling his shirt and T-shirt out of his pants. I made sure to continue with our tongue mingle. At one point I removed my tongue enough to whisper, “Azmir.”
“Hmmm?” he responded.
“It’s too bad you’re not my man,” I continued as I looked into his eyes seductively.
“Why do you say that?” His voice was a mere low baritone pitch. By this time I was pushing his shirts up to his hard chest.
“Because if you were, I could do what I’ve wanted to do for some time now,” I informed. I’d begun licking his chest and making my way down to his stomach.
In an aroused state, he let out a sharp breath and chuckled as if he was then being tortured. Then he murmured, “Oh, yeah? And what’s that?” Although he knew damn well where I was going.
At that point the conversation was done. I was headed south of the border as I licked his abdomen and was unbuckling his belt and jeans.
When the second telephone call came in with another ring tone he mumbled a string of profanities while reaching for the phone to answer it.
Damn that phone!