Love UnCharted (Love's Improbable Possibility) (41 page)

“Again, justifiable.”

“No,” I shook my head as I swallowed my gulp. “No, it isn’t justifiable if you don’t have the decency to reciprocate. Let’s not act as though you’ve been the most forthcoming in this...relationship either—” he interrupted me.

“Relationship.” Azmir cocked his head to the side as he furrowed his brows with incredulity. “You don’t even know how to term what we have. Newsflash, Ms. Brimm, when two people are living together and fucking monogamously, it’s safe to call it a relationship at the very least,” he spoke swiftly, harshly, calmly and quietly.

The audacity...!

“Oh, no! Do you, ‘Mr. Experienced In This Arena,’ realize that you’ve not once told me you loved me or are in love with me? But, yes, you did ask me to move in.” It was now my turn to cock my head. “How could that not confuse me?”

There was a brief pause as Azmir tended to his plate again.

“I give you orgasms. Love is far less complicated a task,” he sharply shoots back.

What did that mean? I wasn’t quite sure of where he was going, but by this time my tipsy state was upon us. It was all or nothing.

“Really? Well, let’s see the next time I allow you to
give
me an orgasm. Just like you so eloquently illustrated back in San Diego, it’s not as fun of an experience if it isn’t shared.” 

Azmir dropped his eating utensils and motioned for the waiter. He ordered two more drinks and asked for the check. Within four minutes, we leave the restaurant with fresh drinks in tow.
 

We traveled back to our bungalow and as soon as we arrive, Azmir strips down to his trunks. When he pulled his white T-shirt over his head, I caught a glimpse of his chiseled upper torso. The muscular cuts in his back were artwork. Every muscle group was well defined. Azmir’s chest was bare of hair, but his abdomen had the sexiest trail of hair that led to down to his pubic area. His trunks set perfectly on his hips. He was upset with me and here I am, giving into my lecherous thoughts. What’s more odd is that I just told him that I wouldn’t succumb to another orgasm as if I could control my body under his tutelage. He was far more versed with it than I was, even at my age.

I watched as Azmir jumped into the water from the deck and then decided to go upstairs and put on one of Tanu’s special bathing pieces. I had a sudden urge to seduce Azmir. Now, clearly intoxicated, I felt like I had something to prove, so I choose this particular one piece that has a strap around the neck and the cloth formed like seashells around the breast and a sheath of cloth ran down from the connector of my breasts to my pelvis with brown straps wrapping around my hips, leading into a thong on my backside. It was really something to behold, though I was extremely insecure about this number. It exposed my butt that was marred with stretch-marks, something I’ve had since I could remember. It was the big booty curse as it occurred when my backside expanded as a young girl.

Tamu shocked me when she said not to be concerned about it.
“Azmir Jacobs is a booty man. He doesn’t care what graffiti is painted on it just as long as it is soft and natural. Trust me, Rayna, I’ve known him for a very long time.”
Her confidence in Azmir’s tastes challenged mine until she all but told me she was a lesbian. I didn’t know if I should have been relieved or concerned about being indecent in her presence. I decided to leave it alone.

On my way out, once downstairs, I take notice of the well groomed bar in the corner of the living area. I decided to make us drinks and take them out to the deck.
 

When Azmir comes out of the water, I am resting on a float in the pool, laying on my front. He stands over me on a partition, gaping as he sips on the drink I made for him.

“Enjoying the sun, are we, Ms. Brimm?”

I push up against my arms and glance up to see him standing there wet and sexy. I think I’d dozed off.
 I’d overdone it with the alcohol.

“Come swim with me.”
 

“I’m not that great of a swimmer,” I use to blow him off.

Azmir jumped into the pool after saying, “Let’s see how good you are.”

He splashes water on me as I scream. When he emerged he grabbed me, snatching me off the float. I yelped in sheer shock. I couldn’t believe he was doing this. Azmir commenced to dipping in and out of the water. All of a sudden he pulls me into him.

“Show me how you swim.”

I extend my arms and legs and paddle with my head above the water.
 My body moves a few yards at a time. “That’s some pretty girl swimming. You have to put your head down and go under.”

I stop, feigning righteous indignation, “That sounds like something you do.” Okay, now I’m flirting.

Azmir gave a sexy snort. “Let you tell it, I won’t be
allowed
any acts to bring you pleasure.”

I shrug my shoulders and murmur, “That is correct…and serves you right.”

Azmir halted in movement and in the next beat, took me by the hand, and led me inside the bungalow. In the main doorway, he kissed me so freely and meaningfully. I returned the favor, only mine with fury. I have something to prove. He cannot control my heart and body only to return to his true love. I was in charge of my body from this night on, or so I challenged. He reached behind my neck to release the tie in the string that held the clasp of my bathing suit. Slowly he peeled it off from my breasts down to my feet, taking in every inch of my body. All I could think was,
Yeah, this is what you’ll be missing
. As he rises, he makes contact with my eyes as if he was communicating something to me without words. Well, I was too. I put out a challenge just a few short hours ago that I had every intention to make good on. His erection was piercing through his shorts. 

“Let’s go upstairs,” he mutters softly and I could tell he was inviting me to lead him, so I went first.

As soon as I crossed over the threshold of the door, he grabbed me from behind, wrapping his long arms around my belly pressing me against him. He bent down to my neck and started licking down into my shoulder. A groan traveled up from my belly and exited my mouth. His lips were so soft against my skin. His right arm traveled down to my inner thigh slowly and his hand gently rubbed over my sex. My body started to shiver. It had been days since we last made love and for this reason my body was hypersensitive. I couldn’t give him total power. I had to regain control.

I quickly turned around to face him, bringing his head down to mine before throwing my tongue in his mouth. Azmir always tasted so sweet. He seemed to maintain the perfect amount of saliva in his mouth and never transferred much of it into mine. I enjoyed our oral dances. My hands fell to his waist to undo his swimming trunks and once they were on the floor, his underwear followed. I grabbed his length into my hand, stroking him back and forth. He moaned.

Yes.
I was in control.

Or so I thought because the next thing I knew, he picked me up off my feet, into a straddling position and carried me over to the sofa chair in the corner of the room. He sat me down close to the edge of the seat and spread my legs eagle style. While squatting on his knees, he observes me while licking his lips as a dog salivates. All the while I can hear the breeze from outside flowing into the open room. The open doors of the veranda bringing the outdoors in, adding to the licentious atmosphere.
 

Before I knew it the warmth of Azmir’s mouth was over my most intimate parts. His tongue was strong and flexible as it was in search for my ultimate pleasure. Not long after, I found myself grabbing his head as my panting took over. He felt so good. He slipped two fingers inside of me and circled them over and over and I was prepared to lose it.
Oh, no!
I had to stop this. I gripped the handles of the chair and scooted back. When his head came up, I lunged at him, taking him by surprise. My mouth met his as we spread out on the floor. An involuntary moan escaped as I tasted my juices in his mouth. I was so aroused.

I planted kisses from his mouth down to his neck as my hands searched for his pleasure tool and once I found it, I slowly mounted myself on it. My walls were a bit tense, but in no time they remembered him and made room. Even the working through the tightness was deliciously pleasing. Looking down to Azmir who was biting his bottom lip turned me on even more. He grabbed me by the waist to help fit him in. Then I started to ride him and as I did my insides went wild. I felt him so deep and so did every wall of my canal. My breasts clapped together and against my chest and the reverberation aroused me so much that I found myself moaning out loud. It was almost a cry because I felt that I was losing. I didn’t want to give in, but I was lost in his libidinous orbit.

“That’s right...come for me,” Azmir grunted, subpoenaing my orgasm. That slapped me back to reality.
No way
. I jumped up and off him. With pure virile athleticism, he bolted forward and on to his feet, wearing an expression of confusion.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked, but not in his usual gentle manner.
 I shook my head as I panted and my body hummed in excitement. 

“Well, then you mind telling me what was that all about?”

I paused.

The pulsating coming from between my legs was so strong—violent even, and it spoke directly to Azmir. There was almost a twitch in his eye that told me he suddenly got it. He knew I was holding back on him. I felt weak in will, but believed I needed to remain true to my cause. I didn’t care how petty it was, it was a matter of principle.
 

I squeaked, “You haven’t told me you love me.” I felt reduced as I spoke and could hear my defeated tone.

Azmir’s face balled in frustration? Anger?

“Rayna, do you think you could keep yourself from me? I will bust ya’ young ass!” he declared in his thug rhetoric before taking me at the waist and lifting me in the air where I am once again straddling him.

He enters me and using my hips, he grinds into me. With each thrust, I could feel my myself lubricating. I try to squeeze my internal walls in an effort of gaining some control. Wrong move! I felt my orgasm coming on.
No!
I try to maneuver in a manner to let him know I wanted to get down. After a few seconds, he gets the hint.

As soon as I land on my feet, I drop to my knees taking him into my mouth.
Yeah, I’m gansta!
Two can play this game, Jacobs.
I go at him ferociously, pushing him all the way to the back of my mouth as I look up at him showing him who’s boss. His face reads disbelief, but he doesn’t push me away. I stroke him with both my hands until I hear him moan my name.

He says it again, “Damn, Rayna,” so slowly and sensually.

It drives me insane and I keep pushing him deeper into my mouth. Then I hear a growl-like belt come from him and the next thing I know, he had lifted me in the air and carefully tossed me onto the bed. I land on my back and he opens my legs and descends on me, dipping his head down between my thighs, taking a swift lick against my sex. I was so sensitive there that my body jolted. He was mad and on a mission.

He pulled me by the legs toward him and entered me. Before resting upon me, Azmir places my legs on his shoulders and I knew he meant war because he was going deep. His hips starts flexing and he slips his tongue in my mouth. It was mind blowing how his tongue was so gentle yet his thrust were primal. I loved every bit of it. Every time he plowed into me he took me higher. I moaned in anger and pleasure as he took command of my body as he always does. It somehow just didn’t seem fair.

“Rayna, baby, I need this. I need you to come for me. Please. I need to satisfy you,” he groaned.

I lay there, staring at him with my mouth sealed shut. Something came over me and it wasn’t exactly my very impatient orgasm. It was my concession. I knew that I was losing. I knew that I had taken on a battle with Azmir that I couldn’t win. A tear flowed from my right eye and I opened up my mouth to breathe. When I did, my orgasm came like a tsunami and my body convulsed as the tears sprang out.
 

“No, don’t cry—” Azmir managed before he was overtaken by his own orgasm.
 His hard and lengthy body shuddered on top of me, forcing me to endure his full weight and I enjoyed every moment of feeling him lose control over me. And inside of me.

When he was done, he swiftly scooped me into a bear hug with my back against his chest. He kissed my neck and held me close, so close that I could feel his heart rate relax.

I felt betrayed by my body and conquered by a man who didn’t even love me. How could something so good leave me feeling so empty. This had to stop. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this low with Azmir and I never wanted to again. What a way to start a vacation in the middle of paradise.

We lay there skin to skin for nearly an hour. My head spun and my heart bled. I was out-of-my-league-in-love with this man who suddenly I felt so disconnected to. What was even more strange is that
he had to have felt a change in me—in us as well, over the past day or so, but was still here with me. I had lost control of myself. Something had to go. Maybe Harrison’s visit was a gift and a curse.

I drifted off and apparently so did Azmir because he jumped at the sound the doorbell ringing. He rose from the bed dazed. Then the bell rang again.