About a half an hour later, we were in the restaurant eating Japanese cuisine. The restaurant was delightful in ambiance. We had plenty of food and drinks. At first, I was concerned about mixing April with alcohol and Azmir’s presence, but it went over well. We had great conversations about the economy, religion, and the state of the black culture. April, surprisingly, had stimulating commentary to add to the last topic. But the most popular topic was celebrities. The girls had loads of questions about people in the industry. It was very interesting to say the least.
After dinner we took a walk on the beach. There was a fire show going on and a few feet away there was beach a party. The ladies parted from us and went on the prowl. Azmir and I watched the fire exhibit in amazement. We moved on to the party and enjoyed the natives taking center stage dancing exotically. I was on my third drink of the night when Azmir, who was standing behind me, whispered in my ear, “That’s a little excessive for you isn’t it, little lady?” I smiled and continued to watch all the festivities. He was right, but I was overcome with contentment like no other time in my life so I used little discretion. One of the dancers came over to us and tried to pull me back into the middle of the circle with him. I bashfully pulled my arm back and waved no with a smile.
I motioned to Azmir for us to leave. We held hands the entire walk back to the suite. While we were waiting for the elevator Azmir kept staring at me. I asked what it was all about but he said nothing. The elevator doors opened and I walked inside. Before I could turn around, Azmir had pushed me into the corner, pushed our floor and began kissing me breathlessly. It was a welcomed gesture. We were all over each other. He stopped for a second, gazed deeply into my eyes and murmured, “You are so beautiful,” before continuing his assault on my mouth. I couldn’t believe we were starting our foreplay in the elevator.
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Azmir
When we were in the lobby waiting for the elevator. I was checking Rayna out. The Caribbean sun and air worked well with her. She was a caramel complexion naturally, but the sun had given her a hint of bronze. She was glowing—fine as hell. My dick got hard just looking at her. She had my head speeding, but I’d finally had her where I wanted, emotionally. The trip was worth it. I wasn’t even supposed to be there. I canceled a potentially lucrative partnership with a housing developer just to be with her. I can’t lie; now that I’m not getting ass from anywhere else it was time for a dose of Brimm, but I needed more than that. I needed to be with her. She was like home base. We all gotta go home from time-to-time.
As we waited for the elevator, I took notice of her hourglass shape. I couldn’t tell if she was wearing any panties under her short dress. Her ass wiggled a little at every step she took, turning me the fuck on. When she turned to face me, her cleavage looked bountiful and delicious as hell. Her eyes were chinked from being tipsy. I tried to warn her of overindulging, but figured it was her birthday so she was allowed. She was rocking her natural hair. It was pretty long and fluffy. She still had lip-gloss on from before dinner although it had dulled, I wanted to devour it until it was completely off. She looked sexy as hell in her natural state.
When we stepped into the elevator I could no longer hold back, I started going at her. I could tell she was taken by surprise but she caught on quickly. As I deepened the kiss her breathing quickened and I could tell she was really enjoying it, enjoying me. Shit—I was too. I couldn’t help but admire the fragrance she was wearing. All of my senses were heightened in that moment. When I nibbled on her neck I caught a glimpse of her facial expression and had to stop to take a closer look. She made the sexiest expression, almost as if she was being delightfully tortured. I had to tell her how beautiful she was.