“Azmir, no! Please...stop,” I panted hoarsely.
Before I knew it, he lifted my hips in the air, placing them astride his broad shoulders while planting his face at the apex of my thighs. My body bowed at his deft tongue lashing each and every way until it found its way to my pearl, causing me to lose all control. Azmir’s tongue was forceful, strong in its swipes. Each lapping communicated his state of mind. He was desperate. He wouldn’t stop his oral rage. As much as I tried to will against what my body was inclined to do, I was powerless. I felt it build from within, pleasure brewing. There was something very arousing about his kneeling posture beneath me, poking and prodding at the most sensitive place on my body as his strong arms cradled me carefully. It took no time at all for my orgasm to explode inside of me and all over his face. I was struggling, trying to catch my breath from the violent orgasm that ripped through me.
Azmir pushed from his feet and rose against my body, “I love you so fucking much, Rayna. More than anything ever before in my life,” his voice was hoarse and raw, searing through my heart. He pulled up my chin, forcing his tongue in my mouth, devouring me. I could barely breathe from his primal hold.
Azmir grabbed me again by my hips, lifting me higher in the air this time as he entered me. He took no time planting himself way deep. I maintained my grip on the bar as he plowed into me. Suddenly, I got it, he was claiming me, marking me once again. I was being reminded of how beautiful we are together and how much we shouldn’t be apart. And we are. Beautiful. Together. But I couldn’t take the externalities, the invasions of my world—our world. Tara, her baby, and father have to go!
I felt him unhook my bra and could feel my breasts bounce in the air. He pulling out all stops, proving his point. He brought one of my breasts into his mouth, sucking and licking with no particular rhythm. I pushed my lips together, trying not to give in to the overwhelming sensations of his plunges. He felt so determined and familiar as he pulled me unto him and pushed himself into me. He worked with great vigor to break me.
“Come, Rayna. Don’t fight it!” Azmir commanded through clenched teeth, sweat sprouting from his beautiful milk chocolate skin.
I shut my eyes because I didn’t want him to see the tears springing from them.
“Stop fighting it!” he growled in my ear before pulling my short hair back from the roots to raise and lick my neck. He accelerated his speed, pushing me over the edge. My eyes shot open and he pumped even faster, causing me to scream mindlessly. I’d lost majorly. To Tara and now to Azmir. My orgasm crushed every bit of resistance that I had. Azmir followed me with shaky legs and promises to love me forever. Spent and totally sated, I collapsed on his shoulder. We were motionless for some time.
From the brisk dip in air suspension I could tell he was reaching for his shorts because not too long after, he uncuffed me from the bar. I fell into his capable arms and he pulled off my loosened bra then carried me into the shower, sitting me on the bench while he turned on the water. When he walked back over to me he inspected my wrists for bruises and spewed profanities underneath his breath. I just laid there lifelessly, observing it all from an outer-body experience.
Azmir positioned my shower cap on my head then lathered my scrub with liquid soap and washed me from neck to toe. My body was still weakened and throbbed from earlier episodes, so he supported it as he rinsed me. He sat me back on the bench to quickly clean himself. After drying me off, he covered me in my white plush housecoat that hung behind the bathroom door. He carried me in his arms over to the bed, pulling the covers back and gently laying me down. He went into the closet and walked back out seconds later, wearing fresh shorts and a T-shirt.