Free Love UnExpected (Love's Improbable Possibility) by Love Belvin Page B

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,