Love UnExpected (Love's Improbable Possibility) (8 page)

“Oh!”

I had gotten so caught up in the moment that I totally forgot about the actual gift. The card was a gift within itself.

I slowly unwrapped the bow on the box and opened it with shaky hands. I was still unaccustomed to receiving gifts from a man. Inside the box were the most breath-taking diamond drop earrings. I couldn’t believe he had been so generous and thoughtful. They had to be at least three carats.

“Azmir, I don’t know what to say. These are so beautiful. I can’t believe you did this.”

He nodded his head in acceptance. He was such a man's man, minimizing emotions.

I felt like I had to reassure him after receiving such a lavish gift. I had to try harder.

“Listen…I know you were trying to address my emotional deficiencies earlier. I want you to know that I know they’re there and I’m going to try and work on them. I realize now how I have major trust issues—with everyone, but men in particular. Just please be patient with me as I work through them. Can you do that?” I vulnerably asked.

“If you
need me to.”

His voice was raw and assuring, speaking to the
arctic cages of my heart. I followed up with gesturing for a kiss and he obliged.

My phone rang and I knew it was Michelle. Not many people had my personal cell number and even fewer called.

“Hey,” I tried keeping my voice appropriately low.

“Na-Na, that blue sarong you let me b
orrow last month, are you planning on wearing that while away?” I’d totally forgotten about it.

“No.”

“Good because I want to pack it to wear. You don’t mind, do you?”

“Of course not. Knock yourself out.”

I affectionately glanced over to Azmir who was quietly finishing his meal. He was so easy to ogle. What was even more appealing was his insouciance of his superior features. There were times where he seemed to be aware and other times just oblivious. But everyone else took notice of his beauty whenever I was with him. There was always an eye constantly stealing a long appreciative gape, particularly of the female persuasion.

“Awesome! Hey, you still out?”

“Yes.”
Like, really, Michelle?
She was practically yelling into the phone. I could tell she’d been a little buzzed. I’d just hoped she had timed it well against her prescription schedule.

“Have you sucked that b
ig black cock yet?” I gasped and my eyes flew up to Azmir who appeared unalarmed and I silently prayed that he didn’t hear that over the soft music of the restaurant. After my assessment I went back to her.

“Shelly, you know that I can’t do that now. We’ve talked about this before.” I tried sounding admonitory, I really didn’t want to discuss this with him mere inches away.

“Suck his cock, Na-Na! That’s an order! He’ll love it, and you will, too!” I heard the humor in her voice. She was out of control and I’d planned to rip into her in the morning.

“We are
so
not discussing this right now. I have to go. Please don’t overdo it tonight. We have an early morning, Shelly,” I heeded, ending the call.

Letting out a deep exhale
, I slipped the phone back into my clutch and before I could fully pick up my fork—

“She’s right, you would
,” Azmir spoke evenly and sotto voce.

Could he be referring to…?
He ignored my quizzical gaze, keeping his eyes down to his food as he cut into his chicken.

“I…I would what?”

“You would enjoy pleasuring me orally.” Slowly, his eyes ascended to mine. “Why can’t you do it?” Azmir seemed to have sang those words—directly to my sex. I felt it leap.

My face heated up in sheer embarrassment. I was really going to harm Michelle
the following morning when I got my hands on her size four ass.

“I can show you how to please me if that’s what you’re concerned about. I would enjoy it.”
How could he keep a straight posture and equable tone when taking on a topic like this?

“It-it’s just that…I
—”

“You don’t have to discuss it if it makes you uncomfortable. I just thought I’d give clarity to the subject.” He went back to his food as he continued
, “It’s not like you haven’t given it some thought.”

I was frozen in my seat
, not knowing where to go after that heady exchange.

“Finish your
meal, Brimm. We’ll work around it,” he commanded as he maintained his attention on his plate.

After dessert
, we left the restaurant. I was ready to get him alone, it was almost torturing. As we stood outside waiting for the Bentley, I was admiring Azmir’s beauty. He was tall, beautifully dark with striking features, just extremely handsome.
Damn is that goatee working for him!
His urban look was casual but definitely stylish and appealing.

As I gave him a once over I fantasized about what I was going to do to him once we got back to my place. I reached over to grab him and when I did
, I gently pulled his face down to mine. He came into me and I kissed him softly. When he pulled back he gave me a look of passion, I had to go for it again whether we were in public or not. I moved into him again for another gentle pat on the lips only after, I didn’t withdraw, I went back in with my tongue. He reciprocated and I could tell by the speed of his tongue and breathing he wanted me as badly as I wanted him. My panties grew moist. I stroked the visible muscle in his jaw, running my pads against the soft quills of his facial hair. His tongue was so cool and agile. He took his left hand and placed it on the small of my back and then I got so lost in the moment that I forgot where I was.

Out of nowhere
, there was the sound of a horn snapping us out of our tryst.

“Come on
. That’s our ride.”

We continued our foreplay in the backseat of his Bentley while on our way to my place when his cell rang. He ignored the first phone as he
lifted my dress and pulled me closer to him so that he could ruffle my panties until he eventually found his way to my private valley. His adroit fingers played amazing tricks with my clitoris as his tongue paralleled its movements in my mouth. I tried to keep up with his kiss. It was heavy, telling. Communicatory of his needs. After a while I couldn’t keep up because I had to catch my breath. He had developed a strategy with his long fingers. He’d start on my pearl with the tip of his fingers and then insert them into my passage. Taking in that feeling along with his luscious scent and his pressing weight on top of me made me wild.

I eventually relented
to the pleasurable torture by whispering, “Stop…you’re going to make me come all over your backseat.”

“It’s my backseat and my pussy. You’re good
,” he growled into my neck before nibbling.

I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out. I
tried to be discreet as possible knowing that we were not the only two in the car. He was making this so difficult. I wanted more of him—all of him.

“What about Ray?”
I panted.

“He can’t hear or see. Trust me.”

Azmir was so tall. I could only imagine how his lengthy body was positioned in the rear cabin of the car. While it was spacious inside, it wasn’t a bedroom. When he advised we had no ear or eye hustlers I decided to play ball.

I pushed up to ask for him to let me up. When he did
, he gave me a deep gaze that further turned me on. He took the fingers he used to pleasure me and stuck them in his mouth. Without words I knew he was saying he wanted me
badly
. And Azmir always got what he wanted, even me.

I situated myself on the floor of the car while kissing him
, tasting traces of myself on him. I took to the floor between his legs and removed his jacket. After that, I began pulling his shirt and T-shirt out of his pants. I made sure to continue with our tongue mingle. At one point I removed my tongue enough to whisper, “Azmir.”

“Hmmm?” he responded.

“It’s too bad you’re not my man,” I continued as I looked into his eyes seductively.

“Why do you say that?” His voice was a mere low baritone pitch. By this time I was pushing his shirts up to his hard chest.

“Because if you were, I could do what I’ve wanted to do for some time now,” I informed. I’d begun licking his chest and making my way down to his stomach.

In an aroused state
, he let out a sharp breath and chuckled as if
he
was then being tortured. Then he murmured, “Oh, yeah? And what’s that?” Although he knew damn well where I was going.

At that point the conversation was done. I was headed south of the border as
I licked his abdomen and was unbuckling his belt and jeans.

When the second telephone call came in with another ring tone he mumbled
a string of profanities while reaching for the phone to answer it.

Damn that phone!

I stopped to let him take the call.

“Peace…Peace,” he answered his cell in a thick Brooklyn accent. I could hear a wispy voice on the other end but couldn’t make out any words. Azmir asked, “…anybody hurt?” as I lifted myself off of my knees. Then again, the voice from the phone came through. Azmir’s face tightened as he listened intently. “Alright. I’ll be right there. Lay low!” he ordered.

“Ray, after we take Ms. Brimm home, I need to go over to the spot off of Crenshaw
,” Azmir called out.

“
Yes, sir,” Ray replied in acknowledgement.

“Is everything okay?” I asked, disturbed by the abrupt change in plans. Although we didn’t exactly plan to go back to my place together, it was understood that we would.

“I’m sorry,” he said before burying his face in his hands. Instantly, he shuddered in his seat and screamed, “
Fuck!
”

I paused as I didn’t know what to say. I’d never seen him up in arms like this. There was silence for a few seconds before he said, “I’m sorry. That was my peoples telling me that my barbershop in the
“C”
is on fire right now and it doesn’t look good.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,
Azmir,” I replied in a low sympathetic tone.

He sat back in his seat massaging the bridge of his nose in between his eyes. He looked so perplexed. I didn’t know what to do. After a few more seconds of awkwardness, while looking out the window, he placed his right hand on my left thigh. I took it as a sign that he was ready to let me back in. Although it was a huge risk, I moved closer to him and lay on his chest. He followed up
, folding his arm over me. We rode that way all the way to my house. Once there, he got out to walk me to the door.

After I opened the door I
turned to him, “I really do hope everything turns out okay.”

As soon as those words left my mouth I felt reduced to a
teenager who couldn’t find the appropriate words for the occasion. He kissed me on my forehead, said he’d call, and promenaded back to the car.    

I didn’t hear back from Azmir that night. I had gotten a text from him the next morning while at the airport. It read
:

Enjoy the island, Sweetheart. Happiest of birthdays!

I smiled but couldn’t help but still feel disappointed by not seeing or speaking to him since he dropped me off the night before. I was ready to take our intimacy to another level. What I didn’t want him to know was something I hadn’t quite shared with Michelle; I’d never really gone down on a guy. I’d licked and maybe even engulfed once, pulling out immediately but that was just a method of foreplay when I was drunk fucking Tyquan. I’d never inhaled or sucked with the means to an end in mind. With Azmir I wanted to, I wanted to make him loose control while melting into my mouth. I wanted to match his sexual dominance and skill, even if that was damn near impossible. I wanted to try. How could I go wrong? If I couldn’t pleasure Azmir orally it wouldn’t be for the lack of trying. But it never happened.

The flight out was cool. I took out my iPhone,
went into the iPod app, threw on my sunglasses and slept practically the entire flight. The girls chatted it up in anticipation of our vacation. I knew that I was being rude but didn’t care. They were used to my reclusive propensities. They made due as if I wasn’t there.

Michelle hated that trait I had but I explained to her a while ago that the girls were not exactly my friends. They were just
long-term associates. They put up with me out of respect for Michelle and I did the same. We had good times together, but for the most part that was it. A part of me thought to try to be a part of the group seeing we were vacationing in celebration of my birthday but I was in a funk thinking about Azmir.

Our limo pulled up to the Atlantis resort. I didn’t think much of it until we arrived at our rooms, or I should say my room. It was a huge suite. We stayed at
The Cove
. I didn’t pay attention during check-in as I didn’t make the accommodations. The bellman took us up to our rooms and mine was the first stop.