I'd Rather Be Your Lover (Ariana Aimes)

[Gianni Shamari]

 

New York City finally got a break from Mother Nature's wrath. It was springtime, and the sunny and warm atmosphere rejuvenated life. New Yorkers took advantage of the climate by doing outdoor recreation such as bicycling, running, and photography.

At Marcus Garvey Park in East Harlem, Maré and his friend, Cory, a dark-skinned Black male with tattoos and wavy hair, engaged in a thrilling half-court game of 21. The onlookers, drawn by the game's intensity, could almost taste the anticipation in the air. Acting as NBA stars, Maré was Kobe Bryant, and Cory was LeBron James. They put on a show for the captivated audience.

The game was at a standstill, and Maré held the ball. He shot a fadeaway jumper. The ball soared and came down in a moment that seemed to stretch into eternity. Swish! It was nothing but net! Maré's uncontested shot from the free-throw line sealed the victory, sending a wave of excitement through the crowd.

“You beat me with that lucky-ass shot!” Cory said.

“You know I have moves like Kobe Bryant.” Maré quipped.

He glanced around, and his brown eyes fell on a petite, ebony beauty with a gorgeous body dressed in tiny denim booty shorts and a white top. Her flawless brown skin glowed, and she smiled warmly.

“Do you know her?” Maré asked Cory.

“Nope,” he answered. “I thought she was one of your hoes.”

They both laughed.

The ebony beauty walked in their direction, swaying her hips. Standing beside them, she spoke, “Nice game, fellers.”

“Thanks,” Maré and Cory responded in unison.

They both wondered what the deal was with this girl. Sipping cold AQUAhydrate water, Maré gazed at her slim body and liked what he saw.

Finally, Maré asked her, “What’s your name?”

“I’m Ariana Aimes,” She said.

“Nice name, baby girl,” Maré told her. “So, what’s up? Do you like somebody over here? I saw you watching us!”

Ariana smiled in return and replied rather briskly, “I like you.”

“I like you, too.” Maré smiled. “What’s good?”

“Well, I’m looking for a hot brotha who knows how to handle a wild freak like me,” Ariana flirted. “You aren’t the one, are you?”

Maré clutched his dick and answered, “I’ve never had any complaints, princess.”

“Mmm … Swell! You can chill with me in my house if you want to,” Ariana said, biting her lip.

“Sounds good, but what about my boy?” Maré said, gesturing at Cory.

“He can come too,” Ariana told him.

“Nah, that’s alright, man,” Cory said, waving a hand. “I’m going to stay here and shoot some more hoops. We’ll meet up later. Go and handle your business, playboy!”

Cory gave Maré a dap.

Maré and Ariana hopped into his sleek, white Lamborghini Veneno. The engine roared to life, filling the air with a deep, powerful rumble. As they sped through the streets, 2Pac’s classic double album, All Eyez On Me, blasted from the car’s premium sound system, enveloping them in a cocoon of pulsating beats and raw lyrics.

“Wow, this car is insane!” Ariana shouted over the music, her voice barely audible amidst the thunderous roar of the engine.

“I thought you might like it,” Maré replied with a grin, glancing over at her. The wind rushed through the open windows, tousling their hair as they zipped past the bustling streets of Harlem.

Pedestrians stopped in their tracks, their eyes widening in amazement as the Lamborghini sliced through the air. A group of Harlemites paused to snap pictures of the car with their smartphones, capturing its sleek lines and glistening exterior.

Ariana couldn't contain her excitement, her laughter mingling with the music as she bobbed her head to the beat. “This is incredible, Maré! I've never experienced anything like this before!”

Maré smiled, feeling pride as he watched Ariana's joyous expression. The car undoubtedly left an impression on Harlem, but seeing Ariana’s face light up with delight was the most rewarding experience.

Arriving on Convent Avenue, Maré parked in front of a luxurious beige brownstone. The neighborhood was serene, with no signs of litter in sight. It felt pristine, reminiscent of the upscale areas downtown. As Ariana led Maré inside, he was greeted by vanilla's rich scent filling the air. The brownstone exuded history, with its original woodwork, fireplace, and parquet floors.

“You have a lovely place, Ariana,” Maré remarked, taking in the inviting aroma. “I can practically smell the essence of the Harlem Renaissance here.”

“Thanks,” Ariana responded with a smile.

Ariana gently guided Maré to the bathroom, the cool tiles soothing his hot, sweaty feet. “I can’t wait to get out of these clothes,” he admitted, feeling uncomfortable and grimy. Ariana handed him a soft, white washcloth and a plush cotton towel that seemed to belong in a five-star hotel.

“I can take care of your clothes for you,” Ariana offered, her kind voice cutting through the sound of running water.

“Thanks, I appreciate it,” Maré replied, relieved at the thought of fresh, clean clothes.

Maré handed Ariana his dirty clothes and closed the bathroom door behind him. “Thanks, Ariana,” he said.

“No problem,” Ariana replied.

Maré turned on the hot water and stepped into the shower. The steam enveloped him as he lathered himself with soap, the scent of sandalwood filling the air. The warm water cascaded over his skin, washing away the day's sweat and tension, leaving him feeling refreshed and rejuvenated.

Maré savored the warmth of the freshly laundered towel as he wrapped it around his waist. The thumping beat of up-tempo music filled the air as he went to the living room. There, he caught sight of Ariana amid a wild, uninhibited dance that brought a smile to his face. The online community had mislabeled it as the “Harlem Shake,” but Maré knew better. When Ariana finally noticed him, her laughter filled the room.

“I didn't realize you were here,” she chuckled. “It’ll be about forty-five minutes before your clothes are dry, Maré.”

“No problem. Thanks! What are you up to?” Maré inquired.

“This? It’s the Harlem Shake,” Ariana replied confidently.

“That’s not quite it,” Maré countered.

“Of course it is,” Ariana insisted.

“Let me show you the real deal,” Maré suggested.

Taking the lead, Maré demonstrated the original Harlem Shake, his movements exuding a carefree, almost intoxicated energy. Ariana stood there, her eyes wide with amazement at his skillful execution. Then she playfully pushed Maré on the couch and took his freshly cleaned dick between her luscious lips. Maré watched as Ariana licked his balls up to the opening of his dick and deep-throated it.

“Oh, shit!” Maré moaned. “Yes, suck that dick, girl!”

Ariana smiled as she continued to suck, lick, and stroked Maré’s dick. Then she straddled his cock and rode Maré wildly. He pinched her erect dark nipples, which turned her on. Ariana moaned as Maré gave her breasts his full attention.

“Yes, Maré, pinch them!” Ariana beckoned. “I love your cock!”

After sucking on Ariana’s tits, Maré carried her upstairs to the main bedroom and set her on the bed. She stretched out and winked at him invitingly. Maré got atop her and rubbed his dick against her quivering pussy. He slipped right into her cunt, which felt like paradise. Maré slid back and forth, built his rhythm, and grew wild like a stallion. Ariana clutched his ass cheeks and pulled him further into her.

“Fuck me with that big dick of yours!” she yelled. “Make me your bad bitch!”

Maré thrust deeper and faster in her pussy. Ariana arched her back and screamed his name out. Maré’s dick stretched her wet tiny pussy. She grunted and groaned for the lust that seized her wits. The sex sounds she made echoed in the bedroom. Maré loved the flush that appeared on her beautiful face.

“I know you love this dick, baby!” Maré murmured.

He had his way with her body. Maré flipped her on her stomach and invaded her tight rear entrance. She shrieked as Maré smashed her ass hard and zeroed in on her generous ass, spanking it repeatedly. The stinging sensation turned Ariana on.

“Yes, yes, yes… fuck my ass!” Ariana yelled. “Ah … your cock … mmm … feels so … good!”

Fucking her wildly, Maré felt himself nearing an orgasm as he pounded her ass harder. The sexual energy heightened, leading him over the edge! Finally, Maré’s seeds spurted out, and he convulsed, ejaculating deep into her rectum.

“Fuck!” Maré groaned. “Shit!”

The sweat dripped down his face. Maré felt lightheaded, but it was euphorically pleasant. Ariana turned herself over. She rubbed her pussy and asshole. Raising her soaked fingers, she tasted Maré’s cum mixed with her pussy juice.

“I’m still horny.” Ariana sighed. “I hope that tongue of yours is ready for a taste of my pussy, because it is so slick. Come on! Don’t stay there.”

Inwardly, Maré admired her luring urges. Diving between her splayed thighs, he lapped her gaping pussy like an ardent feline. The smell of her love box drove him wild! Maré rubbed his nose all over her wet, bald pussy, licking it greedily. Then Maré covered as much of her smooth and soft pussy with his open mouth. She squirmed and clamped her legs around his head. Maré sucked harder on her engorged clit, and her body trembled in return.

“Oh my God, oh my God,” Ariana chanted. “Yes baby, eat me. Don’t stop. Mmm … I’m cumming!”

Finally, she let out a hoarse scream and pushed Maré away. Ariana could not take the pleasure anymore. She grabbed the moist sheets, rolled into a ball, and convulsed. The aroma of sex filled the entire bedroom. Her scent was fresh as Maré resolved to get comfortable on the bed.

“I’m the master of cunnilingus, baby girl!” Maré winked. “You can always count on me.”

Minutes later, they necked and made out.

“That was superb, baby,” Maré said. “Don’t forget to leave your number in my Galaxy. We’re going to rock again.”

“Really?” Ariana exclaimed as if she just heard something unbelievable. “Are you going to call me after we just fucked?”

“Yes, you’re my...”

“I’d rather be your lover,” Ariana interrupted and grinned.

For an answer, Maré claimed her lips for a French kiss.

The End.

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