“I love pleasing you, Ms. Brimm. I can't get enough of you.”
I couldn't believe he was speaking these words to me. Once naked, he assisted me into the monstrous tub. The water was extremely warm, borderline spicy. It took some time for me to submerge my entire body, but once I did it was a heavenly sensation against my skin.
I watched as Azmir undressed. It was a sight to behold. It was amazing how with clothes he appeared slender and mildly fit, but when he took his shirt off you could see how deliciously well his body was sculpted. He was truly a work of art. And when his penis sprang out heavily, I squirmed in the tub as I salivated. He caught on to my enjoyment as he jumped in across from me.
“Ahhhh! Still warm,” he mumbled before gathering a pool of water in his hands and splashing it in his face.
Sitting opposite of him, I extended my legs and rubbed my feet on the outside of his thighs before going inside. My feet eventually made their way to his tall erection and I tried to the best of my ability to stroke it with my toes. His eyes darted down to his lap to watch. In no time, Azmir was all over me again, consuming with fierce hunger. He lifted me from the water while I straddled him and traced kisses from my neck down to my breasts shattering me into a million pieces. With his mouth, hands, and appendage he showed me how much he’d thirst for me while my body had been out of commission.
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I woke up in search for Azmir. I reached over to touch him and found a cool groove on his side of the bed. I glanced over to the clock on his nightstand and it read two thirty-eight a.m.. I got up and sauntered into the hallway and down the corridor looking in his office, the living room, and kitchen.
What the hell...did he leave?
Then I noticed right off the living area, the flow of the patio curtains from the wind blowing through them. I made my way over to the door and called, “Azmir?” as I stepped out on the balcony. The view of the water always blew me away. I looked down to the left and he's there enjoying the ambiance of the marina.
“Hey, Jacobs, it's late,” I muttered as I approached him.
“...or early,” he replied with a snort.
I lowered myself onto his lap and he embraced me willingly.
“You can't do what you did to me earlier and then abandon me after. It makes me feel used,” I teased.
He smirked, “You can't put on me what you put on me earlier after not putting it on me in so long and expect me not to be transfixed. It's hard to sleep after that.”
His eyes never met mine. Something was wrong.
“Azmir, what is it? Something isn't right.”
He shook his head as he widened his eyes in a flutter. It was as if he was trying to shake something off.
Did I do something wrong in there?
“Is it me?” I let slip involuntarily.
“No, baby, it’s not you at all,” he denounced the thought immediately. He pulled my chin into his lips and kissed me softly. I was convinced. I’d also felt the current that flashed inside when he touched me. He gazed deeply into my eyes before relenting. His eyes diverted back to view of the water, “All right,” he expelled a lungful sigh.
“A few months back...on my birthday in fact, I got a call from my mother.”
What? “I thought you haven't heard from her in years,” I said with incredulity, more in terms of a statement than a question.
His right hand shot up gesturing a defeated concept, “I haven't.”
“Well, what did she say? Did she give any explanation for her absence?” I felt more maternal and protective than romantic. What gives?
He gave a sexy chuckle. Damn! Azmir, I'm trying to get out of aphrodisia here and you're not helping.
“She's been incarcerated. All these years she's been incarcerated.” He paused with his gaze fixated onto the marina. “Funny thing is she's been out for nearly a year and she's just calling. She said she's been looking for me...but I don't know...” his voice trailed off.
“You have questions,” I discerned.