“More wine?” he asked extending his arm to retrieve my glass.
I lunged toward him knocking him into the wall. I reached up and threw my tongue in the back of his mouth without giving him a moment to prepare. He grabbed my ass pushing me into him and let out a mild groan. My kisses trailed down to his jaw then down to his neck. I sucked his Adam’s apple as my hand explored his chiseled chest and abdomen. My libido was on overdrive.
“Ms. Brimm...let me refill your glass and go to put our dinner on hold. I wanna take my time with you.” He spoke over my wild panting. “I’ve gone without your loving for about a month. I need to savor every second,” he whispered, eyes squinted with a hint of a smile.
I snickered in embarrassment as let off him. He quickly regained himself and made his way out of the room. Azmir returned in no time with a fresh glass of wine for me. I took the glass and sipped from it. Seeing that he went so far as to refresh it, I figured the least I could do was make use of it. He watched me. I wondered what he was thinking.
He eventually walked toward me removing the glass from my hand. With his mouth, he licked the crease in my lips neatly before sucking on my bottom lip.
“Pinot Noir tastes better on your lips,” Azmir murmured against my mouth. I couldn't breathe. This man had me enraptured yet once again.
He unbuttoned my blouse until he could fully open it, exposing my breasts through my black lace bra. Azmir’s mouth dropped when he saw it was mid-coverage. My breasts looked like they were spilling from the half cups. His mouth hung open as he ran his thumb across the brim of the bra. He brought his face down and inhaled my breasts. My panties soaked up my natural juices that generously flowed from that action. He didn't touch them with his mouth, which was painfully torturous.
As I rested against the vanity, he slowly lifted the hem of my skirt until it was at my waist. He observed my matching lace panties. Azmir looked up to me and whispered, “I like this, Brimm. I definitely approve. You should wear lace every day.”
I flashed him a lecherous smile.
He lifted me by my legs and rested them on his shoulders as he lowered himself. I balanced myself on my arms using the counter of the vanity as he buried his head between my legs and gave a sharp inhale. My eyes shot open at his bold act.
“There's no better fragrance than that that is between your legs, Rayna. Damn. I even crave this in my sleep.”
He swatted his tongue over my sex with such force that I felt it through the lace. I gasped and wondered if he felt my vagina pulsating.
“Vicky Secrets or LePerla?” he asked.
“VS,” I answered surprised that he didn't know. He'd bought me somewhere in the neighborhood of fifty bra and panty sets since our return from the East Coast.
In an instant, he ripped them off and began tasting my love in such an act of feral. I moaned loudly. I needed this. My body needed the relief. He worked me over licking me from top to bottom. Going in and out of my canal, doing his signature butterflying of the tongue inside me.
“Ooooh!” I moaned.
I had to constantly remind myself to breathe. As I threw my pelvis at him, he groaned. Then he worked his way to my pearl and nibbled on it ferociously. I knew it was a wrap. My orgasm had arrived, and quicker than I expected as I gyrated and screamed like I was descending on a roller coaster. There was a time where I was conscious of my orgasmic sounds, but with Azmir I never seemed to have control to even care.
Azmir peered his head up as he wore the panty snatching smirk. “Did you enjoy that? I sure did,” he muttered just before letting me down.
My legs wobbled and it took me a few seconds to gather my bearings. He began to undress me while staring deep into my eyes.