Slowly, I extended my arms forward and lowered them to the floor. Naturally, my upper torso followed until the palms of my hands were touching the floor.
With his index finger, Azmir drew a line from my neck to the small of my back. Then he cupped my behind with both his hands. He pulled me up by my right shoulder and as I stood he removed my tank top, tights and panties slowly. My heart never returned to its resting rate. He walked me inches over so that we stood directly in front of one of my full body mirrors then reached down and began massaging my breasts. My head fell to the right as my eyes closed simultaneously. He pulled my nipples through my bra. My chest ascended involuntarily to help me to breathe.
“Show me that move once again?” It sounded like a question but really an order. I again raised my arms and descend them towards the floor taking my entire upper body. This time Azmir gripped my ass tightly. He then, with his two index fingers, found my clitoris and rubbed it around and around. Before I knew it, those fingers slipped inside my canal. I moaned. Coincidentally so did, Azmir.
“You're always so damn wet, Brimm.”
My groans started to deepen. The next thing I felt was his adroit fingers exiting my body and seconds later, he entered me. It was slow and steady, making sure his ample size was welcomed. Azmir was so nestled inside that I could feel his cock pulse. I tried maintaining my balance, it was difficult with him inside distracting me. He was grinding at a steady pace. I couldn't control my moans over his thrusts in and out.
“Rayna, I'm going to lift your legs in the air, one by one. You’re going to have to show me how limber you are to enjoy this. Let me know the minute you’re unstable or uncomfortable, okay?” Azmir said in an authoritative tone that actually turned me on.
He expected an answer.
“Yes,” I panted trying to contain the salacious pleasure that was taking over my body.
He gave me an abrupt thrust as he asked once again, “Okay?” That was borderline painful but very much pleasurable.
“Yes!” I screamed, writhing beneath him.
As he grinded into me he lifted my legs one at a time, taking himself deeper in me. When both legs were totally up in the air I had to spread my arms further apart to balance myself. My body was extended plank style in the middle of the floor. The deeper he went the more pressure I felt. The more pressure I felt the more lubricated I became. I didn't hear much but the sounds of our lovemaking. He was slapping into my flesh. His penis was swishing with my juices and it drove me wild by the second. This...this is what Azmir meant when he said the best thing about making love was taking in all the senses, in this position we were both forced to. He watched from the mirror that hung before us. The sounds were clamorous and erotic.
Once I began taking it all in my insides started quickening. Shit. I was about to explode. I couldn't survive an orgasm in this position. I’d fall and embarrass myself.
This feels so good…I can't hold on!
“Azmir! Oh, shit! Oh, shit!” I cried out loud.
There was movement. He swiftly grabbed my belly and released my knees to the floor as he began to pound into me like his life depended on it. I was in the post apex phase of my orgasm, the pounding prolonged it. I groaned several renditions of his name. I felt him swell even larger inside of me and immediately I knew what that meant. He sang mine blissfully as he exploded inside of me, grabbing my cheeks for dear life. His hard body went limp on top of mine as I slowly lay us down on the floor making sure our landing was smooth.
Damn, I love this man.
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Azmir
I rolled off Rayna. Goddamn! She is as lissome as a motherfucker. That was impressive. I knew she could do it, watching her movements while dancing gave away her nimble abilities. I couldn't believe she didn't give me any pushback. Little Ms. Brimm just may be my type of freak. No matter how demanding I was sexually, she never turned me away. My soldier.