BY: MR. EROTICA
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The night air in Southside Atlanta was thick with the scent of summer sweat, barbecue smoke, and the low thump of trap beats slipping out of every tinted car window. Somewhere between the flashing corner store lights and the deep hum of street life, Shai leaned back on her cherry red Camaro, a black-and-gold blunt slow-burning between her glossy lips.
She wasn’t looking for trouble, but trouble always found her—and tonight, it walked out of the corner liquor store with the kind of sway that could slow traffic.
Nia.
Caramel-skinned and carved from heat and attitude, she moved with the confidence of someone who owned every step she took. Her ripped jeans hugged strong hips, and her cropped tee teased enough to make Shai’s pulse speed. Nia’s gold-plated scissors had once backed a man up for disrespecting her—stories that rippled through the neighborhood—but tonight, her sharp edges softened in the warm glow of streetlights.
Shai smiled to herself. That fire? She liked that.
Nia caught her eye and raised an eyebrow, stepping closer with that grin that meant trouble.
“You gonna stare all night or say something, big girl?” Nia’s voice was a velvet challenge.
Shai chuckled low, licking her lips. “Sayin’ a lot without talkin’. You feel it?”
“I feel that gas,” Nia teased, reaching for the blunt. “That Cherry Gorilla. Smell it on you.”
Shai held out the blunt. “Come taste it, then.”
Nia took it without breaking eye contact, their fingers brushing briefly—a spark igniting. She took a slow drag and coughed, laughing. “You ain’t even warn me it hit like that.”
“I’m like that,” Shai said, eyes darkening.
The ride to Nia’s was short but electric. Inside her apartment, the city noise fell away behind closed doors. The scent of cherry incense mingled with hints of vanilla and sandalwood. A playlist of slow jams filled the space with a rhythm that matched their racing hearts.
Nia kicked off her sneakers, stepping out of her ripped jeans with practiced ease. She stood before Shai in soft lace lingerie, black and intricate, the kind that whispered secrets instead of shouting them.
Shai’s breath caught. The sight of her—bold, unapologetic, fierce—made the air between them crackle.
Without a word, Shai closed the distance, lips finding Nia’s with the kind of urgency that was both desperate and tender. Their kiss deepened quickly, tongues dancing and teeth teasing, hands roaming like they were mapping new territory. Shai’s fingers tangled in Nia’s curls while Nia’s nails raked gently down Shai’s back, sending jolts of electricity.
The silk robe around Nia’s shoulders slipped to the floor.
Shai’s hands traced the curve of Nia’s waist, sliding beneath the lace to feel the heat of bare skin. Nia shivered, pressing closer.
They moved to the couch, a tangled mess of limbs and breath. Every touch was fire—slow, deliberate, reverent. Shai worshipped every inch of Nia, lips trailing from collarbones to the swell of breasts, where she kissed and nipped, making Nia arch into her mouth.
Nia’s hands explored, fingers tracing the planes of Shai’s back, the softness of her hips. Their bodies moved in sync, the world outside fading into a distant hum.
The night stretched long, a tapestry woven with sighs and whispered names.
Nia gasped as Shai’s hands slid lower, fingers dancing along the curve of her thigh, teasing, coaxing. Shai’s lips followed the path, warm and demanding, until the tension that had built inside Nia exploded in a wave of shudders and release, her body trembling in Shai’s arms.
But Shai wasn’t finished.
She cradled Nia with gentle strength, their eyes locking as she whispered, “You’re mine tonight.”
Nia’s smile was fierce. “Then don’t stop.”
The hours that followed were a slow, sensual crescendo. Every kiss, every touch, every sigh was a promise written on their skin. They moved together like a perfect rhythm—sometimes wild, sometimes tender—exploring, learning, igniting.
By dawn, they lay intertwined, hearts pounding, skin slick with sweat and satisfaction.
Nia brushed a strand of hair from Shai’s face, lips soft against her temple. “This is just the beginning.”
Shai smiled, pulling Nia close. “I’m right here.”
TO BE CONTINUED….
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