Love UnExpected (Love's Improbable Possibility)

by Love Belvin

  “Shayna Bacote, this is Rayna Brimm.” She extended her arm and shook my hand graciously and I returned the favor.

  “This place is nice! Do you come often?” Shayna asked. Dawn looked every which way but mine, she made frequent eye stops at Azmir, of course.

  Before he could respond I heard, “Yo, Divine, who ‘dis?” Wop and a few other guys came in to break up the reunion.

  In the corner of my eyes, I could see Petey standing off at a distance, sipping on his drink closely watching, almost as if he orchestrated the diversion. Wop and the others would never intrude on Azmir’s conversation without permission. They respected him like a leader and Petey was his deputy sheriff. Something was fishy.

  “These are friends of mine from Atlanta. Show them some Southern California hospitality. Ladies, we’ll be in touch,” Azmir said excusing himself. It was clear that he was trying to end the conversation.

  Out of nowhere, Chanell appeared, “Divine, y’all wanna do a round of shots?”

  In the midst of all the shouting over the music my senses were acute. I couldn’t help but observe how Dawn’s eyes were locked to Azmir, though we were now a couple of feet away from her and Shayna who had become swarmed in by members of The Clan.

  “Oh, nah. Ms. Brimm here has seen enough for the night. I’m gonna take her upstairs now,” Azmir responded to Chanell over the music, causing me to snap out of my eagle eyeing mode. I saw so much was going down at one time, even if I wasn’t exactly able to piece it all together right there on the spot.

  “Okay! Im’ma see y’all tomorrow at brunch at the restaurant, right?” Chanell asked.

  I looked up to Azmir, who now had his hand splayed across my belly cradling me against his hard thigh, causing my backside to be nearly buried in his pelvis had he not been so tall. I could swear was lifting me to make his target.

  “Yeah, twelve thirty, right?” he answered.

  “Yup. Peace y’all,” Chanell bode.

  Azmir released me just enough for me to hug her goodnight. He’s in an unusually jolly mood. He even playfully lifted me in the air gently swinging me like a rag doll over to Kim so that I could do the same.

  Kim and I both agreed to sit together at brunch the next day and Azmir chimed in saying, “Only if I can sit on the other side of her.” Kim slapped him in a maternal manner on the arm before reaching up for a hug. He obliged, but didn’t let me loose from his left fastened grip. He and Petey nodded at each other but didn’t do anything more, which was extremely weird, almost unheard of. As we exited the VIP section, I tried looking back over to Dawn Taylor but couldn’t find her.

  In the elevator Azmir gave me a penetrative gaze with his tongue pressed into his molars. I shot a gaze right back at him as his long frame rested into the corner of the elevator. I was on to him, even if I hadn’t quite figured out what had just taken place. He tilted his head to the side suspiciously gaping as if there was a problem.

  “You barely had one drink tonight.”

  Ahhhh! He was also observant. “I think I drank enough the last time I was with you. I could use a little dry time,” I tried hiding my discomfit from the episodes of the club.

  “Ahhh-ha,” he nodded.

  I lied; my reason was experimental. Why I abstained from drinking was because I was familiar with the way my body succumbed to Azmir’s expert sexual skills, but I needed to know that the influence of alcohol had nothing to do with it. I knew that Azmir and I would be intimate that night, I just had to see just how much he contributed to my sexual arousal and satiety.

  Once at the suite, Azmir moved to the side so that I could use my card to open the door. Again, I wondered had he been to the suite at all. I’d guess this meant he hadn’t. I pushed open the door and walked in to find an immediate glow from a pathway of candles lit from the door to well into the suite. I turned around to ask Azmir for answers to have him close the door and pin me up against it and kissing me breathlessly. I was shocked by his abrasiveness considering I was still coming down from the various suspicious incidences that took place downstairs, but warmed up to it almost immediately when his trained tongue swept against mine. I eventually became cognizant of the effort he must have taken to surprise me with the romantic set up there. At that moment nothing else mattered, no one else was considered or was a factor in our solitude. Our bubble.

  Ripples of pleasure moved fiercely from my feet to the top of my skull and within just seconds I was caught up in orbit with him. Our tongues wrestled furiously, expressing things mere words could not. This man wanted to devour me; he needed me even more than I needed him. It was certainly one of those moments when I couldn’t deny his unadulterated interest in me. Even if I didn’t understand it specifically, the emotion was undoubtedly there.

  A moan escaped my throat waking me out of my trance. I pulled away and pierced through his hooded eyes. He gazed down at me with entrenched in desire as his hand was still cupping the back of my head. I wasn’t quite sure that I’d ever seen him so beside himself in passion. I couldn’t let the moment fleet us without saying something.

  “What is it? What’s all of this?” I was all pants.

  “I’ve missed you, Brimm.” He was out of breath himself and searching my eyes for a possible problem.

  My feelings were all over the place from my concerns of Dawn Taylor to Petey’s covert operations, but I wasn’t about to broach the subject. I broke our gaze and ambled further into the suite to see how far out he went with the ambiance. From the foyer the trail took two paths, one into the living room and the other into the bedroom where there were dozens of rose petals covering the bed. The glow of the room reminded me of the one in Azmir’s bathroom the night we made love for the first time since our break up. I stood about a foot into the doorway frozen, trying to settle my mind. I felt him come from behind, kissing my neck, clouding my judgment. My body shivered at the touch of his deft tongue. He went from one side of my shoulder to the other.

  “Do you know how good you look tonight? I almost brought you up here at the sight of laying eyes on you. I didn’t want to ruin the surprise.” Azmir’s voice was hoarse, saturated in desire. “You are the most enthralling woman I’ve ever encountered.”

  His hands ran down the front of my thighs pressing me into him so that I could feel his log of an erection. My eyes closed in forfeiture of my will. He was ready. And my body instinctively reacted to that. His hands ran up to my belly and over my breasts, massaging them through the dress. My mouth opened but I was unable to make a sound. His hands rounded to the back and unzipped my dress, slowly planting soft kisses down my back as far as my zipper went. When he finished, he peeled the dress off exposing my strapless bra. His hands traced around my breasts missing my swollen nipples. He pulled the dress down to my ankles and sauntered around to face me, but keeping a short distance. He took me in from head to toe before walking up to me.

  He wrapped his arms around me, brought his mouth down to my ear and whispered, “Do you know how bad I want you?”

  I shook my head no, being totally honest.

  “I’ve been craving you since Monday morning when I woke up without you. You’re the first thing I think about when I rise and the last thing that I desire before I slip into slumber.” My breath hitched at that. I wasn’t intoxicated from liquor, but certainly was by his words.

  “Yeah. That’s how I feel!” he continued to whisper in my ear referring to my body’s response in breathing and heart rate increase.

  I felt his heart pump through his pectorals as he pressed me into his chest. So far, alcohol did not contribute to our chemistry. I wanted this man.

  He removed his suit jacket, tossing it over the path of candles and onto the lounge chair in the corner and then started undoing his shirt all while gazing deeply into my eyes. It was all taking too long for me so I helped by unbuttoning his shirt from the bottom, quickly and steadily. When I was done, I unbuckled his belt, then pants until they dropped to the floor, all the while looking him in the ey
es.

  He stepped out of his boxers and pants, discarding them along with his shirt. I raised his T-shirt over his head, breaking our mutual gaze to admire his chiseled chest. So badly I wanted to run my tongue from his clavicles past his sternum and down to silky pelvic trail leading to his long and heavy appendage that was now poking me. He tossed his T-shirt and promenaded behind me.

  “Step out,” he ordered. I took two steps forward, leaving my dress behind for him to throw over into the chair as well, finding it amazing that he didn’t miss the chair not one time. I stood in my heels when he hooked me at my belly and pushed my shoulders down bending me over. I felt his mouth on my backside as his lips trailed down it and onto the back of my thighs then back up, pulling my lace panties down with his teeth. I held onto my kneecaps trying to maintain my equilibrium during the heat of the moment. He had me step out of those before unsnapping my bra and releasing my throbbing breasts.

  As his large hands massaged them, pulling at my nipples, he whispered in my ear, “You’re so fucking perfect.”

  I was turned out! I’d never heard Azmir narrate our lovemaking so. What is going on? I wasn’t complaining because his words and deeds sent me over the edge, but I have to admit I was taken by surprise.

  He walked me over to the bed prompting me to crawl onto it and bend over. With my heels on and down on all four, Azmir opened and clutched my cheeks licking me from back to front until I moaned his name half past manic. I didn’t climax and I don’t believe he wanted me to. When he stopped, he sat up behind me pushing my neck into the mattress with one strong hand and ran his thumb the full-length of my spine pressing gently into it with the other. My body convulsed and it wasn’t orgasmic, ending my thoughts of alcohol being the cause of my sexual demise with Azmir. I was every bit of sober and floated on cloud nine.

  The only difference between this night and any other that I was under the influence is that my heightened intensity made me feel like I was floating in orbit looking down to view the experience. Tonight, I was living in each moment and boy, was it good! Entering me from behind and causing my body to shiver as he coursed through me, Azmir made sweet and adoring love to me that night and I rode out each second of each moment of passion. It was rough. It was hard. It was loaded. And it was impassioned.

  The next morning I broke out of my sleep early—too early. I fought my daze trying to recall where I was. It helped when I turned to find Azmir laying next to me on his back recovering through sleep from the party last night. Was he drunk? I’d hoped not. I was completely naked remembering how just a few hours ago I went through the suite blowing out each and every candle after Azmir passed out, I didn’t want the place to catch fire. After that task was complete, I showered and washed the make up off my face. Finally, I got into bed and reflected on how romantic and intense he was before falling asleep myself.

  I fought the urge to hit the bathroom when I looked over to him in awe of his sexy profile. Seriously, no man should be this beautiful! ran through my mind. Thoughts of last night’s events started flashing through my brain, from seeing this place illuminated from the candles, to him climaxing behind me blurting out that I’m the best he’s ever had on a feral cry. Out of nowhere, I became aroused wanting that same energy and matched passion from last night. I could never satisfy my need of Azmir, his hands, his mouth, his thirst for my needs.

  I knew he was bare beneath the sheets so I ducked between them until my mouth found his semi-erect appendage and pulled him in. I applied soft bites, pushed and pulled, stroked and sucked until he was fully awake against my tongue. I could hear him stir and moan, waking from his deep sleep and I worked diligently for his full conscious.

  In seconds, I felt his hands on the back of my neck directing my movements. I was feeling so alive and ready myself, enjoying his need of me. I pushed greedily until I felt him in the back of my mouth and then let out a moan, I was so turned on. Azmir pushed the covers from over my head giving me fresh air to breathe, much to my relief. It inspired me to work harder. I worked him over until his hips were thrusting in my face and he yelled through clenched teeth, “Ray, baby, I’m about to blow.” That was music to my ears and tried jaws, challenging me to grip more and faster. Seconds later, his hips were pumping into my head so fast and I felt warm trickling down my throat. It was a lot to take on, but oh, so arousing to hear him sing my praises in his most vulnerable state. I watched his abs heave and applied a roguish grin that I’d learned from him. He was too caught up to respond to it.

  Once he was done, I skipped to the bathroom to relieve myself and to wash my face and brush my teeth. When I returned to bed, I saw it was only six forty-five giving us plenty of time before Kid’s birthday brunch. Azmir was wide awake and waiting for me.

  “Good morning,” he greeted with an appreciative smile in that splendiferous morning graveled voice of his that got me every time. I think he knew by his chuckle when I responded.

  “Oooh! Yes, it is.” I was smiling from ear to ear.

  “You’re up early.” He gently stroked my cheek as he gazed into my eyes with sated approval.

  “I have to savor every moment that I’m next to you.”

  He looked at me with a smile. “Nice, Brimm,” he stated wryly. Though I knew he was joking, it implied that I was being insincere and I wasn’t, I needed him far more than I’d ever realized. I hated myself for not being able to tell him. I just wasn’t ready.

  I took to my pillow on my belly, trying to resume the comfortable position that I’d awakened from. My hands gathered underneath the pillow when I felt an odd object. It was long and leather. Jewelry box? Slightly startled, I pulled it from beneath and examined it. Surely, it was a long rectangular box fit for jewelry.

  My eyes shot over to Azmir who watched with a blank face as he laid flat on his belly with his head on the pillow, exposing the striations in his strong triceps. He nodded his head inviting me to open it, so I did. Inside was the most breathtaking four tiered diamond bracelet that glistened so brightly.

  My head shot over to Azmir who advised, “For your ankle.”

  I didn’t know what to say. I’d just hoped that he didn’t take my recent resolve to his spending as the green light for going overboard. It was enough that he’d paid for my wardrobe to come down to Vegas. The bracelet was no doubt beautiful and I couldn’t be so churlish so I whispered in awe, “Thank you, Azmir. I don’t know what else to say. This is absolutely gorgeous.”

  “Not as gorgeous as you are. You’re very welcome. And thanks for being gracious,” he said flashing that panty snatching smirk. I knew he was referring to my reception of the luxuriant gift. I told him I’d work on my attitude and I planned to do just that.

  “May I put it on you for size?”

  “Sure,” I breathed, still taken by his gesture.

  As he rose from the bed and worked his way down to my feet, I couldn’t help but ogle his deliciously chiseled frame, his pronounced pectorals, his bubbled abs, and the well-defined V that marked his private zone. My eyes landed on his beautiful penis that was mildly erect, but he caught my attention when he asked, “What type of student were you?”

  Huhn? “Student? What type of question is that?”

  “One of many I think about when I’m away. I realize I know too little about the person you were prior to moving out to Cali.” The ardent look in his glistening post-coital eyes told me that I should play along.

  “Ummmmm…in my formative years I was an average student. I brought home mostly B’s and when I became distracted by sports or indifferent about a particular subject I’d slip and get an occasional C. College was totally different. I used school to escape and viewed Cs as failures. Needless to say, I did well.”

  I was still thrown by his inquiry but for the sake of conversation, I threw the question back to him. “How about you? What type of student were you?”

  “Well…that depends on what period on my life we’re talking about. From the start of school I was a straight A student
and got an occasional B for the same reasons you mentioned.” He eyes furrowed while he paused. “But all that changed when my father died. I skipped school and ran the streets with my boys.”

  I scoffed. “I don’t see Yazmine going for that.”

  I heard the snap from the bracelet. “There you go.”

  I marveled at the brilliance of the diamonds showcased on my ankle. It had the semblance of a leash, though a very expensive one. The thought was unpleasant, but I couldn’t deny the beauty of it.

  “Looks even better than I thought it would. I’m glad it fits.” He kissed my lower leg, sealing the deal. I smiled to hide the lurch of my belly reminding me that I still had needs to be met thanks to the BJ I’d just bestowed upon him.

  Azmir slowly took back to his pillow and seamlessly continued with the conversation. “She didn’t. The only reason I got away with it was because her mourning my father presented a distraction. She was the reason I’d received honor roll every marking period from the time I got letter grades. When she snapped out of her depression, she packed us up and moved to Chi-town. And when I got there, she worked hard with me to regain my focus. I played the game and made sure I brought home amendable grades to get her off my back, but the streets were calling and I answered the door.” His brown eyes markedly traveled over to mine.

  “You ended up at Stanford, so you were wise to play her game.”

  “Oh, that came from making a deal with Big D. He didn’t want to transfer me out of the school system so quickly so he promised to take care of me if I agreed to lay low in school. Laying low to me meant hitting the books. It earned me several scholarships to schools across the country. I chose Stanford for the location. To me it was in the cut and I could stay out of trouble.”

  Lucky enough for me he chose the high road. I couldn’t see Azmir as a knucklehead. He seemed too suave for that.

  “Softball?”