Love UnCharted (Love's Improbable Possibility) (35 page)

Somewhere in the midst of my laughter it hit me. “Is that why you came to bed with me last night?”
 

He shrugs his shoulders. “Part of the reason. The other was because no matter how much of a blow it would have been to my ego, in all honesty, I’m not prepared to walk away from you yet. We were just heating up at that time...not exactly committed like now,” he murmurs, studying my eyes. “I panicked, thinking you ran off. I was so relieved to see you were in the guest bed.”

My body froze at his words. No matter how many times he said it, I could never get used to his genuinely gratifying words. It always amazed me how articulate he was because Azmir embodied so many personas. He’d go from street thug to corporate CEO in a moment’s notice. I sometimes wondered who he really was. Maybe he was his true self with me? 

“I just don’t want to turn into a burden or something you learn later on that you really don’t want. I’m not trying to trap...or use you here,” I explained as my diaphragm slowed and tears ceased.

“Baby, you’re gonna have to trust me to tell you that I don’t want this,
if
that times comes. Don’t do it for me because you will always get it wrong and try to run prematurely. I don’t want you to leave. How many ways can I say this?” he implored.

I sigh, trying to weigh everything he’s said. “Well, where do we go from here?” I asked. Between the Brian Thompson fiasco, Dawn’s lurking presence, and now this scandalous tape, I’m at a loss.

He snorts after a brief pause, “For starters, let’s put your things back where they belong or Louise will lose her mind when she gets here tomorrow.” I let out giggle at that. Azmir’s cleaning lady can be a bit fussy at times. More often than not, I couldn’t blame her; she’s constantly picking up our clothing that seems to trail from the front end of the house all the way back to master suite. I guess I’d be pissed, too, if I had to pick another woman’s cheekies from the kitchen floor and balcony.

Azmir continues, “Then, we go get something to eat. A brother’s been starving...you stormed outta here without fixing me a dog biscuit this morning and you don’t have anything ready to cook for dinner. I’d been waiting on you to get in from church...of course, not expecting what I got.” He was making reference to my failed attempt to leave. “I made us reservations at a place on the water. We can go there and I can fill you in on my talks with my legal team.”

Legal team? Why are we involving them in?

He must have correctly read my expression. “Brimm, this is defamation at its best. Lady Spin spewed lies vindictively. She knows damn well that ain’t you in that video. I’m sure Britni handed it over to her, co-conspiring. She marred the image of your dearly departed without thought. You’re a professional and shouldn’t be subjected to this fucking harassment. I’m going to find a way for her ass to pay. My people have already been in talks with the radio station.”

My eyes are locked down towards my knees as I try to process Azmir’s fury.

“This is all too much to take in,” I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to slow down the millions of things running through my head. Azmir seemed to have been so concerned with me, but I was afraid of what this could do to his brand.

He rose from our kneeling, proffered his hand to assist me in standing, “We take it one day at a time. Isn’t that what you Christians sing about in your hymns?” His lips curl up into a smile.

What is it about this man that I trust implicitly?
 

Rayna

The next morning, I’m awakened by the annoying sounds of the alarm clock. I jolt and try to jump up to snooze it. Only, my body is mounted just inches from the bed.
What in the...?
I look up in search of my restrained hands to find my wrists cuffed to the bed. Between the noisy alarm and the frustration of not being able to collect my arms, I grow distressed. I finally look over to Azmir’s side of the bed. He’s peering down at me in humor, watching me squirm. Suddenly, I’m relieved, but expecting an explanation.

“What is this all about?” I demand.
 

He places his iPad on the nightstand as he wears the most lecherous smirk. To say this is the last way I thought I’d wake up this morning isn’t saying much at all. He reaches over me to quiet my alarm. He takes a sharp exhale as he retracts back to the bed. My belly clenches as I watch the columnar muscle cords of the sinewy wing of his back hover above me. His white Calvin Klein boxer briefs are inches below his rippled abdomen and I want to run my tongue beneath the band of them. He plants a wet kiss on my lips.
Crap! He’s got me again!
He smelled of mint, which meant he prepared for this while I was asleep. He apparently had the time to cuff me, too.
What is this all about?

“Ms. Brimm, you look even better cuffed awake than you did while you were asleep,” he observed.

I gave him an expression of bewilderment, though I know where he was going with this. As much as I try to fight it, I am getting turned on by the second.

“I woke up just after dawn from a nasty dream,” he murmured as he pulled the comforter from my waist down to the foot of the bed. “I don’t want to rehash it, but I must say, it consisted of you leaving me yesterday,” Azmir is speaking in the most even tone—somewhere between contrite and salacious. I can’t choose. He runs his fingers softly up and down the side of my abdomen. I shiver.
 

He continues, “I’ve expressed to you that I don’t want you to leave. This includes my side and my home. So, I wondered, ‘
How can I get through to her in a manner that she’d understand?’
Then the thought came to me, ‘
Chain her to the bed for the rest of her days,’
but that, of course, has legal implications. So, I thought of a milder version. I thought that I could cuff you and remind you of why you should stay. Make sense?” he asks, expecting an answer.

I nod my head in agreement.

“Good,” he affirmed, flashing that panty-snatching smirk. “So, I am going to start now, understanding that I have a good half an hour before you need to be showered, fed, and out of here to make it to your workout session on time. Okay?”

I enthusiastically nod, again. I was so ready that I’d already started squirming.

He began to kiss me passionately, causing
my brain to pound
in my head as electric pulses coursed my body, setting fire down deep. His tongue was fierce, igniting all my senses. Before I knew it, he began his descend down my body landing at my breasts. He teased my turgid nipples torturously by sucking and deliciously tugging at them, pulling them to a near painful length. It was spicy pleasure and an erotic visual. He stayed there, working them over, sucking, sparring with his trained tongue and kneading my breasts thoroughly. My head swung restlessly from side to side. My pelvis thrusting in the air, desperately wanting friction of the A.D. type. But he lay at forty-five degree angle, torturing me with his adept mouth. I felt the rising in my belly. He pulled at my nipples with his lips, then teeth. I lay twitchily as I watch and hear his tongue slap against my flesh. My toes curled into a ball as my body tensed in preparation.

I tried to fight the urge, but I could no longer.

“Ahhhhhhh!” I yelled and then my body collapsed seconds before convulsing over the mattress. I couldn’t feel anything but rippling waves of pleasure as an orgasm swept through my body. Never in my life had I obtained an orgasm from sole activities to my breasts. It was clear by his expression that Azmir was precipitating it. 

He stilled to crack a smile and then continued his oral deeds as I thrust my hips in the air, wishing it was upon him. This was air humping at its best, something I hadn’t done since high school. Azmir knew what he was doing. His tongue moved with agility around my belly, causing it to lurch from unrelenting oral persecution.

Man! If my hands were free I’d push his head down below. 

“Are. You. Getting. The. Picture. Ms. Brimm?” he asked between kisses down to the juncture of my jumpy legs. My panting was out of control. I was so ready for him. Again. With a heavy tongue, he traveled from the top of my pubic hair line to the opening of the lips of my sex.

He stops.
No!

“Ms. Brimm, this is the best time for sex of any kind for you. Do you know why?”

What the..! A pop quiz at a time like this, Jacobs?

Still heavily panting, I quickly whisper, “No.”

With his smile still present he answers, “Because you have a full bladder. Not only will your pending orgasms be first-class, but my thrusts will feel more intense to you. Are you ready?”

Orgasms ending with an “s”?
I felt my muscles clenching again.
Oh, I am so ready!

“Bring it on—PLEASE!”

Azmir chuckles, further spinning me out of control.
Is there anything he can do to turn me off at this point?
In no time, he started skillfully lapping his tongue into my canal. His clever tongue was weighty this particular morning and it was what I needed. I think he somehow knew that. Having my hands above me made the experience more erotic and tantalizingly pleasing at the same time. 

“Damn, Brimm, you taste so good in the morning,” he growls with such desire, bringing about mass lubrication at the apex of my legs.
I only wish I could touch him...his head...his shoulders.

“Let’s hurry up. We don’t have long,” he reminds me and goes straight to my throbbing pearl as he caresses my thighs that are hovering over his ears and head. I flex my sex at him back and forth and up and down, feeling perspiration gathering on my forehead. He reaches up to my nipples and skillfully massages them, and not too long after that I become undone. Heat courses through my veins as I splinter into tiny little pieces beneath him. I cry out, shudder, and my body jolts every which way imaginable.

Holy cow!
He was right: this is more intense.
I guess I’d never considered it. It was more intense than the first one.

It goes on for so long. He holds me at the waist to keep me still until I’m done. Once my whimpers are silenced, he rises and pulls down his boxer briefs. His erection vaults out, prominent as ever. It looks so inviting. He strokes it a time or two, well aware of the torment he’s putting me through. Swiftly, he reaches over me to unhook me from the bed. I’m slightly disappointed because I enjoyed the brief erotica. Azmir is never short of freaky. My one hand is still cuffed, so I have to be careful as to how I move because the cuffs are heavy and can hurt me if I’m not
 mindful. He sits me up so that I’m facing him and checks my wrists. 

“No marks. Good. If this were the weekend I’d try something that would definitely bruise you, but you have to go to work,” he mutters. I’m not sure why, but his words pique my interest and I find myself a little disappointed. “I know you like to ride on top, but I want to see how you performed when slightly restrained,” he murmurs, kissing my neck. He has so much passion in his eyes as he lifts my slip over my head. I’m now naked. He made his way to my lips and I tasted myself on him. We taste good
together.
I am so aroused
. I moan through my nose as he cuffs my hands together behind me. I heard the clicking as he adjusted it to size of my wrist.

How did I sleep through this earlier?
I don’t care. I want this so bad.

“If you need my help to grind just ask. Okay?” he whispers chidingly in my ear. I eagerly nod in agreement.

He lifts me onto his lap as he sits on his legs. He’s so strong. So virile. I’m in awe as I stare into his most alluring eyes. His long lashes are piercing and his smooth coco skin is so inviting, but I can’t touch him. As he guides me down onto his wide length, I groan. His eyes never leave my face. He feels so good filling me. Right away, I unsuccessfully try thrusting because my self-control has fleeted. 

“Uh...uh,” Azmir reprimands, heeding me. “I’m not all the way in,” he informs through clenched teeth. This told me he was enjoying me as well. With his arms draped around my back, he hooks one of them on my shoulders to anchor me.
 

“Ah!” I cry out. The pleasure is indescribable.
 

“Ready,” Azmir informs me.

I begin going to town. I thrust and flexed every which way, trying to find my balance. I couldn’t. He felt so good buried in me, but he was inconsistently hitting my most sensitive spots in there. I needed a rhythm, but couldn’t get it without the use of my arms.

Azmir, stills, looks me in my eyes, and mouths, “Just ask,” he reminds me in a husky tone of his that I knew well. I was panting in my frustration of feeling like I had an internal itch, but couldn’t navigate my scratcher.
 

“Please!” I bite out with deep exasperation.

He pulls down on my shoulders and pushes me onto him and then off. Oh, I love the way he uses my body as if it weighed two pounds. It was effortless. He did it for a few seconds before I caught on and then went for broke. I began plowing into him like a mad woman, feeling electrical pulses traveling through my spine. He moved his arms to hold onto my hands behind my back while kissing me wildly on my shoulders, neck, and breasts. 

“Azmir! Oh my...Azmir!” I screamed. My insides were on sensory overload and I tightened at the core to grip him internally.

“Rayna, you’re such an enthusiastic lover,” he choked out in a gruff over our pace. “You see…this is why you can’t leave.” At those words my eyes pried open. I can see the determination in his eyes, the hidden retribution for my stubbornness.

I knew in that moment that I was exhausting him mentally, my resistance wearing on him. But how long before he broke? I didn’t want to think about that. I want to focus on his workings of my anatomy. He feels incredible. “You feel it...don’t you, baby. There it is,” he says because somehow
he knows
. He knows that I am on the brink of an orgasm. He’s that in tune with my body that he can accurately predict it.

I let it go, singing the letter “O” with more meanings than I thought it had.

Azmir pulls me closer to him. “You won’t leave?” he asks with anxiousness. Desperation.

“No...no!” I scream in torturous pleasure as my orgasm is still in full swing.

“Tell me, baby...tell me you won’t leave me—
ever
,” he demands through clenched teeth and with urgency in his tone.

“Never. I’m never leaving you. I swear, Azmir!” I meant every word of that proclamation. I felt it in every corner of my body as I was coming down from my orgasmic high.

Azmir had taken over the thrusting and it felt inconceivably delicious. “Good…because I plan to give you the world. I’m gonna make you so happy, Brimm. Do whatever I have to. I’m gonna make you my—” his declarations were interrupted by his ravishing orgasm. He held my limp body so near to his as he writhed beneath me. It was as if he needed to become one with me. I felt the goose bumps that sheathed his tense body.

I was absolutely spent. We sat in that position until we both finished collecting ourselves.
 

I couldn’t get his last sentence out of my head.
He’s gonna make me what? Happy? Proud? His wife?
He’d already said happy so he had to have meant his wife.
Am I ready for that? Am I worthy of that?
I don’t want to move things too fast. It’s enough that I’m living with him. I’m still adjusting to that. My eyes paced the wall behind Azmir as my thoughts ran wild.

“You okay?” he whispered against my neck where he buried his face during his climax.
 

“Yeah,” I breathed, trying to mask my bemusement.
 

Azmir reached for the key to free my hands from the handcuffs.

“Ah!” I cried. I hadn’t realized my shoulders were locked into that position. “Try explaining that to Tyler this morning,” he teased. 

Azmir takes my hands into his and lifts them gently to his face to inspect damages. He sighs in relief when he notices no bruising. He kisses them and for once he isn’t looking me into my eyes. This is strange for him. It plays on my suspicions.
Was Azmir hinting at a proposal?
I had to confront this head on.

“Azmir?” I call to him, though he’s two inches away and still rock hard inside of me. I try to capture his diverting eyes.

“Yes, baby,” he answers while still planting small kisses on my hands and wrists. It was distracting.

“What you said earlier? Or what you were trying to say...?”
Crap! What am I trying to say?

He grabs my face in his hands and kisses me slowly and tenderly. This was dangerous considering he was still strong inside of me. He broke our embrace.