He knew what I was saying. I wanted Azmir right then and there. My body ached for him and I could give a damn about where we were or who was watching. I needed him inside of me.
With me clasped onto his upper torso, he began unleashing his wanting cock from his pants. He wasn’t moving fast enough for me. I licked his left ear before going to his right. I could tell he enjoyed it. I could hear the long and hard coursed breathing he tried to manage. He shifted my thong to the left as he searched for my canal.
Finally!
He was entering me. I don’t know if it was the alcohol or my body simply missed his touch, but he just glided inside of me with little effort. This has never happened with Azmir. I was so wet as he gripped my cheeks and began pounding me. I clawed to him tightly, focusing on my walls welcoming him in. After just a few thrusts, I was ready to join him and I began to forcefully grind. He felt so good. I felt so enlivened, so awakened as he held me like a feather.
The more my body yielded to him the higher I ascended. I positioned myself so that my upper body was arm-length to his. I just held on to his shoulders as I threw my sex to him. Our force was so hard and he was so deep. The moment was so impassioned and organic that we communicated our frustrations with our bodies and not our mouths. We both felt anger, desire, longing—and the desperate need to release it all.
What I suddenly realized was that Azmir was marking his territory with this act. He felt threatened and needed to make it known that I’d belonged to him as if I was property. I, un-regrettably, didn’t mind.
He pounded and heaved, pushed and pulled. It didn’t take long at all for me to feel that quickening in my belly, and I clenched my vaginal walls to milk him just as my orgasm started to build. And violently I came, helplessly witnessing my body shudder uncontrollably sending my jerking spine to and fro ferociously. I buried my face in his shirt to stifle my yelps of pleasure. Just before I was done he did the same by concealing his groans in my neck, pulling me forcefully into his hard chest, involuntarily letting out a snivel.
When our jolts slowed, we maintained our firm hold, further communicating in silence. I felt the zapping of energies between us. We were starved of each other, robbed of one another for weeks. Inopportunely in love was I.
He eventually let me down. My legs felt hobble. He must have picked up on it because as he fixed his clothes he gave me a look of concern, one that I tried desperately to ignore. It was cold of me to do but I wasn’t quite ready. I took a minute to collect myself before attempting my amble back. I led the walk of shame to the club with Azmir just a few steps behind me.
Once inside, I noticed Michelle talking to one of Azmir’s handlers, more than likely inquiring of our whereabouts. After that episode I’m sure she was afraid out of her mind. I walked up to her and grabbed my jacket from her hand, “Come on. Let’s go,” I murmured.
She didn’t exactly look relieved, more like a fuming mother with her errant cub. She wanted answers. The other girls stood next to her, all wearing quizzical expressions just the same.
“What in the hell was that? Where were you for over twenty minutes? The cops and ambulance were here and I had no idea if you were one of those who left on the stretcher!” she howled, alternating her focus between me and behind me at Azmir, inviting him to answer.
Nervously, I turned back and saw Azmir listening in as one of his handlers whispered something to him, all the while his eyes were glued to me with the same scowl and intensity he wore from the moment he snatched me off the dance floor.