Love UnCharted (Love's Improbable Possibility) (6 page)

In no time, I withdrew my mouth because that quickly I was on the verge of my orgasm. I leaned back to give him full access to my sex. My body tensed and I held my breath to brace myself. I was too sore to work with him. But it was apparent that I didn’t have to because the next thing I knew, I was screaming and convulsing from a violent orgasm that took no prisoners on my feeble body.

“Azmir, I want to do this forever. Please love me…forever!” I screamed out in pleasure of his deeds, and at the same time from the fear of breaking into two from the intensity.

Azmir exploded in the middle of my orgasm, crying declarations of insanity. “You are fucking everything. I could… Never. My. Life!”

That was the shortest length of a love making session we’d had at that point. It was as though something bigger than what we could understand was taking place.

And I was the better for it.  

Azmir

I walked into the bathroom to check on Rayna. She sat at the vanity cross-legged, combing her damp hair. A part of me felt guilty for having her a few minutes ago in the shower. I had no intentions on touching her. Shit—I was able to shower with her twice the day before with very little temptation. She’d been sick and it had been difficult for me to see her in that condition. She was very forward in inviting me to herself. Hell, she fell to her knees and put her mouth on my cock. What the fuck was I supposed to do—apply the patience of a priest? Not when Rayna is concerned. I’d never have the fortitude to deny her of a goddamned thing.

I’m a caring man, but a man with a sexual appetite no doubt. I’d just hope that I didn’t take advantage of her. Rayna’s body has always been tempting to me, what I craved all day. I enjoy making her come, feeling her clamp me while I’m balls deep inside her. It invades my every thought. Hearing her screaming my name, begging for forever caused me to lose myself in there. It’s exactly what I’d wanted with her. I’d just hoped her plea wasn’t just an act in the heat of passion. I am a patient mam, but I would hope all this time we had been building something solid. Something forever. I also hope that I didn’t scare her by slipping up with my true feelings of her encompassing my world. My life.

I tapped her shoulder as I watched her in the mirror. “You okay?”

“Mmmmm…hmmmm!” she hummed with satiated smile.

“Are you sure? You were acting like a damn cowgirl in there. I know you like the rodeo and all, but you’re still recovering,” I said in jest.

“Mr. Jacobs, you got jokes?” Rayna playfully rolled her eyes as she worked on brushing her entangled mane. Rayna’s beauty was breathtaking. She wasn’t the most diva-ish woman I’ve met, and she didn’t have to be. Her splendor was so natural that it was exotic. I could watch her all day, but didn’t. I’d already roughed her up in the shower, fucking her like I’d lost my goddamn mind. That’s because I feel like I do each time I’m buried deep in her. I just wish I could navigate into her heart the same way.

“I’m going to warm up dinner. What can I get you?” I forced  my mind out of self-pity land.

“Chef Boyd made some concoction for me in there. I’ll have that. I’m really not ready to resume my normal diet.”

“Yet,” I said before turning on my heels for the kitchen.

“Huhn?” She stilled in the mirror.

I turned back to find her eyes glued to me through the vanity mirror. “You’ve lost a few pounds already. I don’t like it. Stop burning calories in the shower and allow your body to rest so that you can heal and return to your normal eating.” I was partially teasing, but very serious about the weight comment.

Rayna narrowed her beautiful brown eyes, but wisely chose to not respond.

For the rest of the evening we ate and talked about our upcoming week. Rayna reminded me that she had a show on Saturday and that she invited
The Clan
. I wasn’t too thrilled about that, but was happy to see she felt comfortable enough to extend herself to my people. They were a major point of contention for Tara and me during our relationship. She never took to them no matter how polite and inclusive they tried being with her. I was grateful to Rayna for accepting that aspect of my life, of me. Syn didn’t make Rayna’s efforts unproblematic. Her animosity for Rayna was incredibly palatable, you would think they knew each other in a former life. As much as it initially concerned me, it now reminds me how much of a kindred spirit Rayna is. It’s as if she’s familiar with Syn’s kind and therefore manages her without losing her cool and laying a hand on her—
yet
. 

And when I think about the tension between Rayna and Dawn, I get uneasy. I’m not the type of man who enjoys or encourages my woman’s insecurities to flare at the threat of another sniffing up my tree. I know Dawn wants me, but so do dozens of women. I’ve been pursued by and on the wish-list of many eager dames in my life. I keep in shape, bag my swag, and my money takes it all to a new level. And even with knowledge of these things, I only have eyes for one woman, whom for some reason cannot  understand my exclusive commitment to her.

I found it cute how Rayna “popped” up at a business luncheon of mine fiending for betrayal blood. Dawn seemed prepared for her, too, which opened the floodgates for a surge of revelations concerning her. I don’t want Rayna losing her cool around Dawn either. She isn’t worth it. No one is worth me losing Rayna.

After my time with Rayna, I read through a few contracts and made notes on them. It wasn’t long after my time in the office that we turned down for the night. I curled up against Rayna’s soft and warm body. Very few times am I able to rein in self-control when she’s in this close of proximity—her warmth, fragrance and delicate skin never failed to make my sacs tingle with carnal need—but I managed. I was so damn exhausted that I don’t even recall dreaming.

My eyes opened to a dark room. After blinking several times, I realized sleep was no longer on the agenda for me. Not needing to check the time, I knew it was just before six in the morning. So, I started contemplating my day, the length of it and, what it would take to make it successful.

Her scent made it difficult to focus.
It wasn’t every day that I woke up with her so close although she now shared my bed. My throbbing arousal caused a mountain tent on my lap through the bedding. On an average day, I could cope until my shower, but this morning I couldn’t and didn’t have to. She laid with her back to me, her long, loose hair was splayed across her pillow. The scent from her shampoo and other hair products was aromatic and alluring. I turned onto my side to graze her soft skin. I ached for her. She’d alchemized into my obsession in mere months—owned my every thought, personified my every craving.

Rayna wasn’t the type of woman who slept with her arms and legs draped across you. Not my lady. She much preferred her own space in the bed. There were nights that I lay awake, studying her soft angelic features, giving thanks to Allah for the gift of her in my life, in my home. In my bed. It took a little groveling, but damn if she didn’t finally relent making me the luckiest son of a bitch on the West Coast.

I enjoyed this cohabitation experience more than I initially thought I would. Like every morning, I yearned for her warm morning breath all over me as I reached over her and grabbed her left breast, kneading it through my fingers.
So supple
. Within seconds, she stirred. My hand traveled down to her soft yet firm left thigh, gently pushing her leg back onto mine so that I could find her clit, her pleasure control house. In no time, she purred from the slickness that I milked between her legs. She was so wet. So warm. Rayna always melted for me. I nibbled on her neck, calling to her awakening.

“Brimm, baby,” I whispered out in need of her.

She stirred again in her resting place, bringing her arm up to wipe hers eyes awake. I knew she was still slightly dozed, so I nibbled a little more as I stroked between her legs, two fingers entering in her soaked valley and called out to her again. Her eyes fluttered as she fully roused. She thrust her pelvis into my hand, giving into the stirring pleasure. She twisted her caramel body and turned to me with hooded eyes. Those eyes caused my near explosion as she moved toward me. Within moments and without instruction, she shifted and mounted me.

This is one of a sundry things I appreciated about Rayna; she was always ready to gratify, fervent in pleasuring. Yielding to my physical needs. Once she was saddled onto my cock, her wild mane cascaded down and around my face, she pulled the blanket up over us and took me for an erotic ride. And my girl did that well. I would fuck Rayna next to a corpse just to get my fill of her, but this morning I want her atop. This is her favorite position. Ironically, when she’s here, Rayna’s aggressive in her desire of me, more self-assured and effervescently feminine. This is how I longed for her to radiate every second of her life—strong, fierce in nature, and exuding self-confidence.

I pulled her face down to mine and covered her lips in a hungry kiss that took my breath away. Our tongues danced with fervor. Our lips locked hard and I sucked her tongue and each lip one by one. My fingers tangled in her hair until they itched to grip her lush ass. I grabbed a hold of each of her firm cheeks and pulled her into me with dire need. She moaned as she rocked on top of me with delicious plunges.

Fuck!

If she only knew how much I needed this, how much this connection with her now affirmed my being. Like the taut grip her hungry walls had on my dick, she held the source of my control. As though I was her very own marionette, she controlled the strings to my happiness, my destiny. Dictated my world. I can’t lie and say that I was comfortable with her having said power. I needed to know that she could responsibly govern my universe, and yet I couldn’t be so sure. But shit, when she put it on me like this, causing my fucking toes to curl and goose bumps to cover my skin—I knew the reality was that she owned every part of  me. Mind. Body. And fucking soul.

I walked her to the door, sulking internally. This is the part of my job that I hate; saying goodbye before a trip. She smelled delightful in her
Cool Water
. Her ass puffed in her plum pencil skirt with her bone Prada pumps. Her hair was pushed back into a knotted ponytail and I suddenly noticed that she wasn’t wearing lipstick.

“Where’s your lip-gloss?”

Rayna was beautiful. Her caramel skin glowed radiantly without makeup or extra add-ons. Her lips were plumped and a shade darker than her face, helping to create the most alluring smile. Her eyes were dark brown and always kept you guessing what was behind them, making them so fascinating.

“Oh, no!” she sputtered, holding her palm to me. “I’ll put that on before I get to work. I knew you’d smear it before I made it to the car.” She giggled. She was right. I loved fucking up her lipstick. It’s a part of my brutish nature.

“I’m glad you’re giving yourself more time before resuming to working out.” I stood along the wall adjacent to the door, leaning my head into it like some love-stricken teenager.   

“Just one more day. After this morning, I’m reminded of how much I need to stick with my workouts,” Rayna shot back. “You were an animal. That should last ya’ about a week, I hope.”

I smiled, taken by her teasing. She had no idea—I could never have enough of her, in my bed or on my jimmy.

“You gonna miss me?” I asked, unmasking my solemnity.

“Probably a little more than you’re going to miss me,” she murmured, moving closer.

“How do you know that’s possible? Can you measure how much I miss you?” Goddamn if her sudden proximity didn’t arouse me in less than seconds.

“You’re the one leaving every week. I’m here…waiting on your return,” she murmured soberly. My head slightly jolted back. It was almost as if I’d been jabbed in the stomach. Her eyes widened in reaction to it.

“No! No, I don’t mean that in a guilt trip type of way. I just meant that I’m here surrounded by
you
until you return,” Rayna tried to assure me, albeit unsuccessfully. “It’s probably a little easier for you when you have no reminders. You’re in a new place…new surroundings all the time.”

I exhaled from frustration. I didn’t want her to feel this way. It was so far from the truth. “Brimm, it’s never easy for me, trust me. Believe me when I say I am looking into ways to slow down my travel.” I traced her jaw with the pad of my thumb. She’d become so precious to me in no time. “I didn’t mean for us to kick things off like this. I promise, I’m working on a solution.” I tried pleading through her eyes. “Keep in mind, you can always tag along.”

She gasped. “…and get on your nerves even when you’re away working? I don’t think so.” Rayna shook her head emphatically, bearing a soft smile and rolling her brown irises. “I’ll be fine. Just don’t forget to come home from time to time—” She stopped and I could tell something had suddenly come to mind. “Hey! How ‘bout we video chat. That could be fun.”

A wicked smirk appeared upon her face as she raised an eyebrow. Sensual images ran through my head as quickly as blood rushed to the head of dick.
Goddamn
. I liked the idea immediately and wanted to show her.

“Give me your hand,” I ordered and she did so hesitantly.

I pulled it to my rock hard crotch. Her eyes lit up and she was about to speak before I pulled her into my chest and placed my mouth to hers, pulling her into a kiss that was hard and long. The current state of my cock. She moaned and deepened the kiss. I didn’t want to let her go; I’d much prefer taking her back to bed and making her scream my name from insane pounding. I wanted to hold her naked body in my arms for hours on end.

“Brimm, you gotta go. I’ll call you when I land,” I muttered, resting my forehead on hers, breaking our embrace. I heard her heavy panting over my own.

“Text me when you board the plane,” Rayna whispered, her voice laced with longing. Her eyes looked heavy and I didn’t know if it was from lust or simple sadness of my leaving. Either way, it made it difficult for me.

After I closed the door behind her, I headed back into the kitchen to grab my coffee from the breakfast table. Chef Boyd broke from his melodic whistling to offer, “You’re going to marry that young lady, Mr. Jacobs.”