Jada’s lips crashed into mine, hungry and insistent as the Roku played music from my Spotify list. Our bodies tangled on the plush bed of the AirBnB house I was renting, skin on fire wherever we touched. She’d come home with me from the farmer’s market almost two weeks ago and never left. I ran my hands over her curves, taking in every inch of her alabaster skin. Damn, this woman was fine.
She spoke my name as breathed against my neck, her voice soft and husky with desire as she told me how badly she wanted me.
I growled low in my throat, pulling her closer. The heat between us was electric, dangerous. Part of me knew this thing with Jada was temporary, but right now? Here in the moment with her? It didn’t matter. All I cared about was how good she felt in my arms, how perfectly we fit together.
The sweet, earthy scent of granddaddy purple kush weed drifted through the air. Jada reached over to the nightstand, her movements slow and relaxed. She brought a joint to her lips, taking a long drag before offering it to me.
I inhaled deeply, letting the smoke fill my lungs. The tension in my body melted away, leaving nothing but raw need and desire. As I exhaled, Jada’s dark eyes locked onto mine. A slow smile spread across her face. She purred like an Egyptian Mao, trailing her fingers down my chest.
“Mmmmm,” I murmured, unable to form words as her touch sent shivers through me. My mind clouded with lust, THC and the CBD that was mixed in. All I could focus on was Jada – her scent, her curves, the way she made me feel alive.
Our lips met again, more urgent this time. I tasted purps and lust on her tongue. My hands roamed her body, remembering every dip and curve I’d learn over the past two weeks. I wanted to savor this moment, burn it into my memory.
In the back of my mind, I knew our time was limited. But with her in my arms right now, that didn’t matter. All that existed was here and now – two Cancers moving fluidly as if we were in water, chasing pleasure and connection in the sultry Georgia night.
Jada suddenly pulled away, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Hold up, baby,” she said, sliding off the bed. “I wanna see what you’re hiding in here.”
My heart raced as she sauntered over to my dresser, her hips swaying hypnotically. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she pulled open the top drawer.
“Damn, Mikey,” she giggled, fishing out my gold chain. “So, you’re the big Cancer, huh?!.”
She said as she put on my gold chain with the diamond encrusted Cancer zodiac medallion that sparkled crazy red, blue and turquoise colors as it blinged in the dim light. I felt a pang in my chest cause that chain was my good luck charm, but seeing it around Jada’s neck made me realize our luck was running out.
“It suits you,” I said, my voice husky. Jada smirked, draping my chain around her neck. “You think so, huh?” She reached back into the drawer, this time pulling out my Detroit Tigers New Era fitted cap.
“Now this,” she said, placing it on her head at a jaunty angle, “..this is what I’m talking about,” she said excitedly.
I couldn’t help but laugh, even as desire coursed through me. She looked better in my shit than I did.
Jada’s eyes darkened and intensified with want. Slowly, teasingly, she began to undress. Each piece of clothing hit the floor like a countdown to our inevitable goodbye. But I pushed that thought away, focusing on the whooty goddess before me.
“Damn,” I breathed, taking in every inch of her. “You gon’ kill me with all that..”
She just smiled, crawling back onto the bed. “Not before I make you feel alive, baby. Not a moment before that.”
I watched, mesmerized, as Jada’s body began to move. The song “Choices” by Layton Greene pulsed through the room, but her rhythm was something else entirely – primal, hypnotic. Jada had been a stripper back in the day and those skills, to my delight, never left her.
She straddled my lap, her hips swaying in a way that made my mind go blank. My hands instinctively reaching for her waist. Jada caught my wrists, pinning them to my sides. “Uh-uh,” she purred. “No touching. Not yet baby.”
Her fingers trailed up my arms, across my chest, leaving fire in their wake. I could feel my heartbeat thundering, matching the bassline that filled the air. Jada’s body rolled against mine, the friction damn near driving me crazy.
The challenge I saw in her eyes lit something inside me. In one swift move, I flipped us over, pinning Jada beneath me. Her eyes widened, a mix of surprise and hunger.
“My turn,” I growled as I darted my lips to the part her neck that wasn’t blocked by my gold chain.. trailing kisses down her neck, her collarbone, lower still.
Jada’s back arched as I reached her core, her fingers palming my head like a it was a football. The taste of her exploded on my tongue – sweet, tangy, addictive. I lost myself in her pleasure, in the way she moved against me, in the little sounds she made that drove me wild.
She gasped, her thighs trembling as she begged me not to stop.
I had no intention of stopping. This connection, this moment – it was everything. And as Jada cried out, her body tensing and releasing as gushed out the juiciest sweet water, I knew I’d remember this night for the rest of my life.
I rose up, my body aching with need. Jada’s eyes, dark with desire, locked onto mine. Without a word, she rolled over, presenting that magnificent round ass to me. My hands found her hips, gripping tight.
I eased into her warm, wet heat. “You feel so fuckin’ good.” I breathed out.
Jada threw it back at me. I started stabbing her pussy, slow at first, then picking up the pace. Each stroke sent ripples through Jada’s big juicy ass, mesmerizing me. It was like watching the most beautiful, erotic dance.
Jada’s fingers dug into the sheets. I started going harder and harder and harder to make her feel it.
My hips snapped forward with increased intensity. The sound of skin on skin, her soft cries and my iced-out gold medallion dangling and clanking around her neck with each stroke filled the room, mixing with my heavy breathing and low groans.
Suddenly, Jada pushed herself up, twisting to face me. Without speaking she let me know that it was her turn to drive, she purred like a kitten as she pushed me onto my back.
She straddled me reverse, lowering herself onto my length. The view was incredible – her alabaster skin, her back arched, her booty bouncing as she rode me with wild abandon. My hands gripped her waist. Jada was whole lotta woman.. she was fucking incredible.
She looked over her shoulder, a wicked smile on her lips. “Yeen seen nothin’ yet, baby” she said with a slight southern drawl.
I watched in awe as Jada’s body began to quiver, her movements becoming more frantic. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps.
She cried out with joy and tried to say something but couldn’t finish the sentence as her second climax hit her like a tidal wave and her love juice skeeted out of her with a vengeance.
I felt her walls clench around me, a rush of warmth flooding over my dick. Jada’s whole body shook, her thighs trembling against mine. She let out a long, low moan that sent shivers down my spine.
“Damn, J.,” I whispered, my hands caressing the small her back. “You really do get it wet, like that Twista song.”
Jada didn’t respond, too lost in her own pleasure. She barely paused before starting to move again, her hips rolling in a hypnotic rhythm.
I could feel the tension building in my own body, a painfully pleasurous pressure coiling in my lower back and in my balls. But I held back, determined to see Jada through this wild ride.
Her third orgasm came faster than the first and second, her body arching back against me. I gripped her hips, helping her maintain her rhythm as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. The air was thick with the scent of lust, sex and weed.. our bodies slick with sweat.
With each climax, Jada seemed to lose herself more, her movements becoming more erratic, more desperate. By her fourth, she was trembling constantly, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.
I playfully urged her to bus’ one more time, feeling my own release approaching. All I needed was for her to just give me one more.
Her body tensed, her back arching impossibly far as her fifth orgasm hit. She cried out, a sound of pure ecstasy that gave me a push right to the edge.
She whimpered, her body shaking uncontrollably. I felt the pressure building in my balls and in my lower back, a tidal wave of sensation ready to crash over us both. Jada’s vaginal walls were like liquid hell fire around me, her walls pulsing with a succubus’s aftershocks. I gripped her hips tight, my fingers digging into her soft White flesh as I fought to hold on.
I growled, my voice with need. She threw her head back, her blonde hair with dark roots disheveled from our passion. She egged me on and told me to do it. Told me to cum inside of her.
That was all it took. The dam broke and pleasure exploded through every nerve in my body. I thrust deep, holding Jada against me as I emptied myself in her. At the same time, I felt her clench around me, her whole body shuddering as she came one last time.
I exhaled deeply, collapsing back onto the bed with Jada still on top of me.
We lay there for a long moment, our bodies intertwined, both of us gasping for air. The room reeked of marijuana and sex, a heady combination that had my head spinning.
Finally, Jada rolled off me, landing onto her back beside me. She panted as she tried to speak, but she couldn’t get the words out.
“That was intense,” I said, turning my head to look at her. Her skin was flushed and glowing with a thin sheen of sweat.
She laughed, a low, satisfied sound. “That’s one word for it.”
I glanced down at the bed, noticing for the first time the large wet spot beneath us. Our combined fluids had soaked through the sheets, leaving a physical reminder of our passion.
“Looks like we made a mess,” I chuckled, running a hand over the damp fabric.
Jada propped herself up on one elbow, her dark eyes twinkling. “You complaining?”
I shook my head, reaching out to trace the curve of her hip. “Nah, just stating facts. This bed’s seent some real action these past couple of weeks.”
She smirked, leaning in to press a soft kiss to my lips.
I laughed, but there was a twinge in my chest. This temporary space, this borrowed time… it was all going to come to an end soon. I pushed the thought away, not wanting to ruin the moment.
Instead, I pulled Jada close, breathing in the scent of her hair. She hummed contentedly, nestling against me.
I ran my fingers through Jada’s hair, savoring the silky feel. The weight of reality started to settle in, heavy as the gold chain around her neck.
Jada’s body tensed slightly against mine. She lifted her head, those big brown eyes searching my face.
She traced a finger along my jawline, her touch soft as a whisper. Jada laughed, but it was tinged with sadness. These past few weeks with her were wonderful.
But I knew that once I left Georgia, once I was back in the grind of Detroit, this would fade like a sweet dream. The streets don’t leave room for long-distance romance.
Silence stretched between us, heavy with all the things we couldn’t say. My gold chain caught the light as I picked it up, the Cancer symbol glinting as her fingers traced patterns on my Melanted skin.
She sat up, sheets falling away, revealing her beautiful naked body. For a moment, I was tempted to say fuck it all and not go back home.
She wrapped her arms around me. I breathed in her scent one last time, committing it to memory. I kissed her deeply, pouring everything I felt into that final embrace. I wish we had more time.
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