Love UnExpected (Love's Improbable Possibility) (23 page)

I started a piece to Tamia’s “
Can't Get Enough
”. Our assignment was to create and develop as a choreographer. So in doing so, we had to begin by selecting a song. Jimmy helped me out with the basics, but because it was an assignment I had to head the choreography. I liked the cut, and specifically chose this because it was relative. The theme of the song was clear. It's seductive, bold and wanting. And that’s how I felt. Tamia seemed to climax at the end and that’s what I always seemed to do with Azmir. 

I couldn't get enough of Azmir. The things he did to my body sexually confused me as to who it belonged to. He commanded it. I’d had
reasonably enjoyable sex in the past, but never did my body respond to a man the way that it had to him. Yes, he was skilled and clearly knew his way around a woman’s anatomy, but it seemed as if it were more. Our connection was electrifying. I was addicted to his lovemaking. It haunted my many thoughts. It had me touching and exploring my body to learn more about it. Of course, I didn't possess the courage to tell him any of this. My fortitude was reduced to that of a child’s when in his presence. I couldn't discern if that was my self-esteem or simply the result of our energies meeting.

Boom-boom-bap. And one-two-three. Dip - swing - jump
. I sang in my head trying to keep my counts.
Oh, I like that. Let me extend that dip to the floor
.
1-2-3-4...
“I can't get enough of yooooooou!”

Shit!

My heart plunged from my chest cavity, my
pulse rang in my ears and my limbs went numb at the sight of an intruder. I jumped to find Azmir standing behind me. He stood in the doorway holding Azna. How long had he been there?
What the hell!
I flipped the music off with the remote.

“When did you get here?” I asked
, startled and out of breath. He looked cleaned and sexy per usual. He wore a white T-shirt, seersucker type of striped denims and white sneakers. He was delectable. But that gave him no right to sneak up on me like this.

With his eyes locked on me, he shrugged his shoulders. He wore a inscrutable expression on his face. My heart was racing and my mouth went dry. The next thing I noticed was my trembling frame. He scared the shit out of me and had yet to provide an explanation for his visit.
He placed Azna on the floor and strolled over to me.

Okay. I think I know the look
, he wants me.

He walked up behind me, bent down and
while staring at me through the mirror whispered in my ear, “Interesting selection of music.”

There’s the current
.

He then
kissed my left earlobe, moved his head to my right side and murmured, “Interested display of art. I didn't know you were so lithe,” and kissed that earlobe. “I'd like to see more,” he continued his seduction effortlessly.

“Azmir, I'm not fresh. I’m sweating all over.” I tried to ward him off.

I'm panting out of control for crying out loud.
 

“Bend over and show me that move again...where your hands touch the floor.” I wanted to say no but once again my authority over my own body had egressed.
 

“You're thinking too long. Show me
,” Azmir whispered.

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.

~~~~~~~~~~

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.

She had her face turned away from me. I playfully tapped her on her shoulder.

“Hey...you okay? Did you enjoy that half as much as I did?” I asked lightheartedly.

She turned her head over towards me and snorted, “I'm not sure I had a choice in the matter.”

“What does that mean?” I sincerely asked as I pulled up my pants.

She shrugged and murmured, “I d
on’t know. But I really enjoyed it,” with an undeniable bashful smile. 

That smile relieved me. I don't want to hurt her
, just have a little fun with her. As I pulled her up in my arms and onto my lap, she managed to put on her underwear first. 

“You never answered my question
,” she pointed out as I watched her pull up her cotton printed panties. I thought I had replaced
all
of her cottons with lace and silk. She could reserve those for that time of the month. She wasn’t comfortable with me gifting her. But I’d take my time rebuilding her wardrobe.

“What question is that, sweetheart?” I
return from my introspect.

“What are you doing here? And how did you get in?”

“Oh. I kept calling this morning and wondered where you were. I got a little concerned so I decided to drop by. I saw your car out there and rang the doorbell. You never answered. I heard the music blasting and called your cell several times. I grew anxious so I came around back with my spare key,” I explained.

“Azmir, I
’m going to have to notify the authorities of your spare key. You do know that’s unlawful,” she retorted rolling her eyes with a slight grin on her face. I grabbed her waist tightly and bit her ear playfully. She giggled.

“I went to get my hair done at
seven this morning. I forgot my cell here. When I got back I noticed my battery was dead so it’s been on the charger. I’ve been in here for a while. She said, quickly lost in thought and narrowed her eyebrows, “What time is it?”

I glanced at my Cartier. “Almost noon. What time did you start in here?” It was obvious that she had lost track of time.

“About nine thirty. Why were you looking for me? And don't tell me it was for this,” she said referring to recent randy events.

“I wanted to know if you had room in your schedule to hang out with me today. And why are you wearing this head wrap?” I asked as I touched it to see how tight it was. She did say she
’d just return from the salon. 

“My hair is wrapped. Where are you going?” She swatted my hands from her head wrap.

“An associate of mine is having a “
soirée
” at his home in Palm Springs. I thought it would be a nice Saturday outing.”

“You tell me the day of? What time is it? I don't have anything to wear. I know your kind.
Express
attire won’t work.” She sighed in panic.

“Ah-ha!” I exclaimed while letting her off my lap so that I could stand.
She was right, which led me to my next move. I led her into the living room and her eyes immediately lit up at the bags.

“Neiman Marcus, Mr. Jacobs? What is this all about?” she mumbled
solemnly. I wasn’t sure if she were asking in shock or disapproval.

“
I didn't want to take no for an answer so I took the liberty of picking out some things that you can wear,” I spoke with trepidation, trying to remind myself that she’d been okay with what I’d picked out in Phoenix back in June. “Besides, Ray will be back soon. I don't want to leave here alone.”

I honestly couldn
’t wait for her to get over this issue with me doing things for her. 

She gave me an austere gaze as she walked over to the bags. She began by opening the suit bag where she discovered the Emilio Pucci kaleidoscopic printed fitted dress. I picked it because I knew her ass would puff in that cut. I saw beyond the mannequin.
 

She shot me a scowl before opening the next bag that contained a chunky necklace with earrings and bracelets to match the ensemble.
 She kept darting her eyes to me, giving me the look of death. It was kind of working. I didn't know what she was thinking.

Finally, she squatted and
went to the small shopping bag that contained an off-white clutch and two shoeboxes. Rayna decided to open the tan Christian Louboutin box with the double platform suede tangerine sling backs. She went to the next bag where she removed the Daffodile crystal-embellished suede Christian Louboutin pumps. Those went hard. I’d just hoped like hell that I’d accurately measured her fashion sense and was correct when I assumed she wouldn’t be familiar with the cost of them. She really needed to get over this spending on her thing. For the first time in my life, I wanted to spoil a woman.

Rayna wore a look of confusion while holding the crystallized shoes. She picked up the tangerine pumps and glanced over to me for an answer, to which I quickly replied,
“Oh, the tangerine Louboutin’s are for the dress. The crystals...you’ll fuck me in those and those alone—hopefully soon.”

She gave me an inscrutable expression. I didn't think it was good.

“Rayna, you could wear whatever's in your closet. What's most important is that you come...and exude all that sexiness that enamors me.” I tried ending it with a bit of charm, though it was indicative of how I truly felt. I was crazy about her, just afraid to let it all hang. She fucking made me nervous!

After a few seconds
, she rose from the floor, “I need to get your semen off me, it's created a puddle in my panties.” And she continued with lowered eyes, “I’ll let you dress me up today, Mr. Jacobs...seems you have exclusionary taste.” She batted her eyes to soften her statement and retreated to her bedroom.