Love UnExpected (Love's Improbable Possibility) (10 page)

After our spa treatments we had brunch at a deli there on the resort. As an act of peace
, Michelle convinced us to participate in water sport activities. But just before, she pulled me aside and gave me a maternal verbal lashing. She suggested that I suspend my mixed feelings about Azmir funding this trip because it was done out of benevolence. I reluctantly agreed and immediately began working on my disposition so that I could enjoy the luxury vacation. Besides, a part of me was relieved that Britni and April didn’t pay for this so I didn’t have to reciprocate.

We parasailed, snorkeled
, and took a boat around the island. We even had time for a bus tour around the island, viewing other resorts and the impoverished areas. It was sad to see the clear contrast of beauty and poverty in one small vacinity. That truly amazed me. Michelle had a slight emotional breakdown experiencing it. I tried to console her as she silently wept right there in the tour bus. It was slightly embarrassing but I understood how my dear friend was extremely sensitive. In all, we had quite an adventurous day. We took lots of pictures and even video’d some of our excursions.

We
arrived back to our rooms at around seven that evening. I threw off my clothes for a much needed shower and washed and blow-dried my hair. I sprayed my body down with lightly scented body oil and slipped on a racer back dress that fell well above my knees. I was headed to the phone to call the girls and suggest we check out the comedy club before I heard a knock at the door.

“Ya’ll must have read my mind
,” I muttered underneath my breath headed towards the door. I grabbed the knob, swung the door open, and was extremely surprised
and baffled
. He stood there in all of his 6 foot 4 inch chocolate grandeur. His head was tilted toward the floor, plastered with an enormous boyish smile.

“Happy Birthday
,” Azmir uttered in his silky baritone pitch.

“What are you doing here?” I
breathed while eyeing him from head to toe.

“…coming to be with you.” His Brooklyn tongue was so strong.

Out of nowhere, emotions came flooding the forefront of my brain in spades. I didn’t understand it. My face started to spasm, my bottom lip quivered and I began to cry. For once I didn’t care if I was exposed. I pushed my inhibitions to the side and ran to him. I jumped into his arms like a child, only I gave him the biggest and wettest kiss ever. His smile remained as he held me and managed to grab his luggage to bring inside the suite. I melted emotionally in his strong arms.

“Why are you crying, sweetheart?” he
murmured while staring adoringly into my eyes.

“I’m so angry with you!” My voice shaking. I was experiencing a barrage of emotions.

“Why?” His brows knitted together and eyes squinted.

“Because I think I’ve fallen in love with you.”
There
. I sheepishly admitted.

“Shit. It’s about damn time. Is that what it took…a trip to the Caribbean to finally get you open
?” He attempted humor. But he was very much sober when he said just above a whisper, “There’s no need to cry about that. It’s a good thing. I got you, girl.”

While I was
clutched to him in a straddling position, he took his right hand and wiped my face to remove as much as he could without a cloth. I took his hand, lowered it from my face and kissed him madly. I slipped my tongue as far down his throat as it could go. He didn’t seem to mind as he shared his tongue with me generously as well. I fell back into the same trance I was in that night after Crustaceans. His right hand found its way to my ass and gripped it gently. I had one hand on his face and the other on the back of his head while our lips and tongues made love.

“Damn!” someone shouted. I looked toward the voice to see we
’d left the door open. It was the girls. And of course, April had to be the mood buster. Michelle looked shamefacedly, and Britni, as if she was salivating.

“Our bads! We didn’t know you had company. We’ll come back later
,” Michelle explained as she physically pushed the other two out of the doorway.

“Oh, nah.
Please come back. I’m not here to ruin the girl-bonding that's taking place. You ladies enjoy yourselves, I’ll have my time when you’re done,” Azmir offered gazing into my eyes.

“Who’s here with you? Petey and Kid
? Mark and Eric?” I asked finally coming to my wits.

Amir shook his head. “I’m dolo.”

“Noooo. You came all the way out here to wait in a room for me? That’s not cool.” I turned to the girls,  “Where are you guys going?”

“We were going to try out that Nobu restaurant
,” Britni said.

“Are you hungry? We can have dinner and catch up after
,” I offered to Azmir. Michelle extended the offer by insisting he come along.

“It’s a bet. I need a minute
freshen up,” he agreed.

About a half an hour later
, we were in the restaurant eating Japanese cuisine. The restaurant was delightful in ambiance. We had plenty of food and drinks. At first, I was concerned about mixing April with alcohol and Azmir’s presence, but it went over well. We had great conversations about the economy, religion, and the state of the black culture. April, surprisingly, had stimulating commentary to add to the last topic. But the most popular topic was celebrities. The girls had loads of questions about people in the industry. It was very interesting to say the least.

After dinner we took a walk on the beach. There was a fire show going on and a few feet away there was
beach a party. The ladies parted from us and went on the prowl. Azmir and I watched the fire exhibit in amazement. We moved on to the party and enjoyed the natives taking center stage dancing exotically. I was on my third drink of the night when Azmir, who was standing behind me, whispered in my ear, “That’s a little excessive for you isn’t it, little lady?” I smiled and continued to watch all the festivities. He was right, but I was overcome with contentment like no other time in my life so I used little discretion. One of the dancers came over to us and tried to pull me back into the middle of the circle with him. I bashfully pulled my arm back and waved no with a smile.

I motioned to Azmir for us to leave. We held hands
the entire walk back to the suite. While we were waiting for the elevator Azmir kept staring at me. I asked what it was all about but he said nothing. The elevator doors opened and I walked inside. Before I could turn around, Azmir had pushed me into the corner, pushed our floor and began kissing me breathlessly. It was a welcomed gesture. We were all over each other. He stopped for a second, gazed deeply into my eyes and murmured, “You are so beautiful,” before continuing his assault on my mouth. I couldn’t believe we were starting our foreplay in the elevator.

~~~~~~~~~~

Azmir

When we were in the lobby waiting for the elevator. I was checking Rayna out. The Caribbean sun and air worked well with her. She was a caramel complexion naturally
, but the sun had given her a hint of bronze. She was glowing—fine as hell. My dick got hard just looking at her. She had my head speeding, but I’d finally had her where I wanted, emotionally. The trip was worth it. I wasn’t even supposed to be there. I canceled a potentially lucrative partnership with a housing developer just to be with her. I can’t lie; now that I’m not getting ass from anywhere else it was time for a dose of Brimm, but I needed more than that. I needed to be
with
her. She was like home base.
We all gotta go home from time-to-time
.

As
we waited for the elevator, I took notice of her hourglass shape. I couldn’t tell if she was wearing any panties under her short dress. Her ass wiggled a little at every step she took, turning me the fuck on. When she turned to face me, her cleavage looked bountiful and delicious as hell. Her eyes were chinked from being tipsy. I tried to warn her of overindulging, but figured it was her birthday so she was allowed. She was rocking her natural hair. It was pretty long and fluffy. She still had lip-gloss on from before dinner although it had dulled, I wanted to devour it until it was completely off. She looked sexy as hell in her natural state.

When we
stepped into the elevator I could no longer hold back, I started going at her. I could tell she was taken by surprise but she caught on quickly. As I deepened the kiss her breathing quickened and I could tell she was really enjoying it, enjoying me. Shit—I was too. I couldn’t help but admire the fragrance she was wearing. All of my senses were heightened in that moment. When I nibbled on her neck I caught a glimpse of her facial expression and had to stop to take a closer look. She made the sexiest expression, almost as if she was being delightfully tortured. I had to tell her how beautiful she was.

I slid my fingers in between her legs in search for her cave. She was wearing a g-str
ing. I played with her clit—
my clit
—as I licked her breast.
Damn!
She was so fucking responsive, always ready for me. When the bell rang for our floor I peeled myself off her and let her walk off. But she pulled me right back onto her once we were off. I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around me. She licked my ear and then moved down my neck. I almost lost my balance. Her little tongue was wild. We finally made it to the door of the suite and she pulled out the key to open it. 

Once inside, she hopped down and pushed me out of the doorway. She unbuttoned my shirt and then untied the drawstring on my linen pants. Rayna started licking my neck and worked her way down. She detoured at my chest and licked
east and west then south, continuing her decent to my naval. My dick throbbed bordering pain. Her tongue was warm and wet. I noticed myself breathing out of my mouth instead of my nose while she traveled down my pubic hair. Abruptly, she rose from her knees in search of my eyes.

With her eyes towards her
nose, she whispered, “I want you to teach me.”

“Teach you what?” I knew exactly where she was going
, but needed to hear it from her. It turned me the fuck on when she verbalized her desire for me sexually.

“How to please you with my mouth.”

My chest rose and I let out a long chain of air.

“Are you sure?
”

She nodded her head emphaticall
y. Eager to please me. Sexually studious. I was happy out of my ass.

I studied her body stance. She stood before me with her hands clasped in her pelvis. Her head slightly bowed and her shoulders relaxed, such a submissive posture. My dick
lurched in my pants. I took her by the hand and traveled over to the living room, moving the center table. She stood where I left her and moved when I invited her into the center of the room.

I could see her heart beating frantically
in her chest and I could also hear her pussy pulsating. She was ready. I kissed her softly nipping at her bottom lip then brought my hands to her back and lifted her dress over her head. I dropped it onto the floor, exposing her peach bra and matching satin panties. I prefer lace but Rayna looked good in them all.

She
removed her bra releasing her swollen breasts. I took them into my mouth one at a time tasting them and pulling at her rock hard nipples. I love her breasts, they’re so sensitive and supple. As I stood there devouring them, she moaned until I stopped. Her eyes were soft and fervent awaiting my lead.

Needing to taste her lips, I kiss
ed her again to prep her mouth for what’s to come. I placed my hand on her shoulder nudging her down, to which she caught on quickly and dropped to her knees. The visual of her kneeling down before me, waiting for my command, was intoxicating.

“Remove my pants
,” I ordered and Rayna, with jittery hands, grabbed the top of my pants and pulled them down along with my briefs. I kicked them to the side and peered down at my strong man against Rayna’s nose. She eyed it with a heaving chest. The visual,
goddamn
! I took myself into my hands and stroked from tip to base. Rayna’s eyes were stapled to my hand actions and I watched her lick her lips and not out of seduction, but I could tell she was salivating at the show.

“Put your hands over mine to gauge the pressure
,” I commanded.

She brought her heavy arms up and her soft hands laid over mine. She mimicked my movements after adjusting the pressure. I
n no time, I slipped my right hand from beneath hers and felt her tighten her grasp on me. My spine shivered at her touch. We worked together over the beat of my speeding heart and then I removed my left hand. She balanced the pressure in her hands and mastered the coordination. Rayna was determined and it showed. I placed my finger in her mouth and she began sucking immediately. I could tell she was ready for me, she moaned at the combination.

“
Add small bites into your sucks. Not too hard, just faint enough for me to feel a sensation.”

She attempted it.

“Easy,” I cautioned.

She lightened up on the nibbling.

“Eh…eh…A little more pressure.”

She adjusted appropriately.