His eyebrows shot up—, “Hell yeah,” he affirmed in a moderate tone.
“Well, you won't get them answered if you don't ask. Ask. Ask her all the questions your heart needs to be at peace with this. Ask.”
His eyes were still in the distance. There was another pause before he snapped out of his trance, “Those are decisions that can be made at another time,” as he drew me closer to him. “Right now, I'd like to decide how I subdue the burning desire I have to be inside of you again.”
Damn. I'm done.
Azmir lowered my legs on either side of his as we both faced the water and took the tips of his fingers, dancing them up my thighs. I sharply drew in a breath.
“What are you wearing?” he teasingly asked while traveling to my pelvic area. “A thong, aye?” he commented at his discovery. I reclined into him, planting my head against his clavicle bone. I wanted to squirm because his hands felt so good and intrusive, but I decided to fight the urge and just close my eyes.
“Hmmmmmmmm...” he groaned as his first two fingers found their way to my pearl. He played with it, massaging it over and over and over again. Simultaneously, his right hand came up to reach my right breast and he gently stroked it. I tried to fight the urge to jolt. But his soft breathing in my air increased my aroused state and there was now too much going on to keep me calm. His two fingers slid their way down into my canal.
“I thought you'd had enough,” he whispered referring to my natural lubrication, no doubt. Then the low whistle of his teeth goes off. “You just may have been missing me as much as I've been missing you. Let's see,” he said as he pulled my camisole down under my right breast...then left. I felt free. He pinched and pulled my nipple. I could no longer keep still. His fingers went in and out and I gyrated along with them causing friction. I felt his erection throbbing beneath my ass, down to the back of my right thigh. My senses were on overload.
“Ahhhh...Azmir,” I cried out. I heard him snort in my ear.
“Too bad I don't have a condom handy out here...or else I can have something else inside you,” he seductively taunted.
My arms moved up and behind me to his head. It kept my hands busy as my body was being worked over.
“Oh, I forgot—no barriers are needed,” he said in a teasing tone.
He scooted me forward on his lap as he pulled down his shorts and underwear just enough to release his indisputably erect and wide penis. He grabbed my near-limp body and lifted it slightly in the air to slowly lower it onto him.
“Ahhhh!” I cried out in tantalizing pleasure. My back arched as he pushed my hips back and forth to control my movements. It gave me a moment to gain my stride. And once I did my strokes were savage and uncoordinated because my sex was that sensitive to his every move. My breasts clapped against each other adding to the erotica. He tried to help me out by flexing his hips, but that just further spun me out of control and caused my upper body to incline in his lap. I grabbed hold of his knees to steady myself.
Fuck! Why do I feel like a teenager having sex for the third time? My control abandoned me. He grabbed me by the shoulders to pull me back.
“Let me put you out of your misery,” he muttered.