CHAPTER 3 #2
She was standing at the stove, lifting the heavy iron lid to stir the chicken, when her phone rang on the counter.
She answered without looking, pressing the phone between her shoulder and her ear as she lowered the heat. "Hello?"
"Hey, beautiful," Natasha's voice came through the speaker, low, smooth, and resonant, like fine velvet dragged over stone.
Sasha's lips instantly curved into a deep, dimpled smile. "Hey yourself. How was your day at the office?"
"Long," Natasha replied, the sound of papers rustling in the background. "Full of lawyers, city planners, and people who talk too much without saying anything at all. But I am finished now. How was your day with Mandy?"
Sasha hesitated for half a second, setting the wooden spoon down on a small ceramic plate. "It was good for the most part. But... we ran into Jermaine at the grocery store."
The line went completely quiet. The background noise on Natasha's end seemed to vanish, replaced by a dense, heavy stillness that made Sasha hold her breath.
"What happened?" Natasha asked, her tone dropping into that terrifyingly calm, smooth register that meant she was focused entirely on destruction.
"He tried to get loud," Sasha explained softly. "Said I embarrassed him at the lounge. Tried to call me out of my name. But Mandy pulled her piece out in her bag and told him to back up, and he ran off."
Natasha let out a long, slow breath over the receiver. "I see. He is becoming a nuisance."
"I am just tired of looking over my shoulder, Natasha," Sasha admitted, her voice dropping into a rare moment of vulnerability. "I am trying to move forward. I am trying to build something new with you. And every time I turn around, that ghost is trying to drag me back into the dirt."
"Listen to me very carefully, Sasha," Natasha said, her voice dripping with absolute, undeniable authority.
"You will not look over your shoulder again.
I am going to handle him tonight. Quietly, legally, and permanently.
He will not step foot on your street, he will not come near your store, and he will never speak your name again.
That is a promise from me to you. Do you understand? "
Sasha closed her eyes, feeling a massive, heavy knot of anxiety that she had carried for months finally untie itself inside her chest. "I understand. Thank you, Natasha."
"Now," Natasha's voice shifted instantly, the cold steel melting back into that warm, seductive purr that made Sasha's stomach flutter. "What is that sweet smell I hear simmering in the background?"
Sasha chuckled, leaning against the counter. "Just some fried chicken, rice, and greens. Neighborhood food. Nothing like them fancy restaurants you go to."
"Neighborhood food made by you is better than any Michelin star in the city," Natasha said smoothly. "Keep a plate warm. I am coming over right now, and I am bringing something special to drink."
"Door is unlocked," Sasha whispered, her voice husky. "Hurry up."
Less than forty minutes later, the front door swung open quietly.
Natasha stepped into the apartment looking impossibly elegant.
She wore a dark crimson silk blouse unbuttoned at the throat, dark fitted trousers that emphasized her long legs, and sleek black leather heels.
In her right hand, she held a bottle of vintage red wine, and in her left, a large bouquet of deep, velvety red roses wrapped in dark paper.
Sasha turned from the stove, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of the flowers.
Natasha closed the door behind her with her foot, setting the wine and the roses on the kitchen counter. She did not say a word. She stepped directly into Sasha's space, her long hands reaching out to grab Sasha by her waist, pulling her flush against her body.
"I missed you today," Natasha whispered, and then her lips came down on Sasha's in a deep, desperate, consuming kiss.
The kiss tasted of dark cherries, expensive perfume, and pure, unfiltered hunger.
Sasha let out a soft groan, her arms wrapping tight around Natasha's neck, pulling her close until there was no air left between them.
Natasha's mouth worked over hers with masterly precision, her tongue sliding deep, tasting, taking, asserting total ownership over Sasha's mouth.
Sasha reached behind her blindly, turning off the burners on the stove, letting the wooden spoon fall into the sink. The chicken could wait. The whole world could wait.
Natasha's hands slid beneath the hem of Sasha's white tank top, her long, manicured fingers dragging slowly over the warm, smooth skin of her waist, up her ribs, until her thumbs brushed against the silver barbells pierced through Sasha's nipples.
Sasha gasped into the kiss, her back arching, her hips pushing forward against Natasha's thigh. "Ah... Natasha..."
"I told you I was going to make you forget about every bad thing that happened today," Natasha murmured against her lips, her hands gathering the fabric of the tank top and pulling it up over Sasha's head, tossing it onto the floor.
Sasha stood there bare chested in the warm light of the kitchen, her chocolate skin glowing, her nipple piercings fully erect and shining under the overhead light.
Natasha looked down at her, her dark eyes flashing with a dirty, ravenous fire. "Look at you. So gorgeous. So thick and soft."
Natasha dropped straight to her knees on the cool kitchen tile.
Without a second of hesitation, she hooked her fingers into the sides of Sasha's denim shorts and lace panties, tugging them down her thick thighs in one powerful motion. Sasha stepped out of her shoes and her clothes, standing completely naked in the middle of her kitchen.
Natasha reached up, her large hands gripping the dense, heavy curves of Sasha's ass, pulling her wet, hot center right against her face.
The scent of Sasha's arousal was thick, sweet, and overwhelming. Natasha leaned in, her tongue coming out to drag a long, slow, soaking stripe from the bottom of Sasha's slit all the way up to her swollen clitoris.
Sasha's head hit the wooden cabinet behind her with a soft thud. "Fuck! Natasha!"
"Gonna eat this sweet pussy right here on the floor," Natasha growled dirty against her wet skin. "Gonna make you shake for me."
Natasha buried her mouth into Sasha's center. She sucked the silver barbell piercing between her lips, flicking her tongue rapidly over the sensitive nerve endings while her fingers dug deep into Sasha's ass cheeks, holding her still as she devoured her.
Sasha's hands tangled in Natasha's short, gray frosted hair, her hips bucking wildly against her face. The sound of wet licking, heavy sucking, and Sasha's desperate, rising moans echoed off the tile walls.
"Yes! Right there! Suck it, Natasha! Suck that metal!" Sasha screamed out, her thighs trembling violently as the orgasm hit her like a thunderclap.
Her core pulsed hard, pouring her sweet juices over Natasha's tongue and chin. Natasha did not pull back; she swallowed every drop, licking through every intense wave until Sasha was whimpering, her knees buckling completely.
Natasha caught her, standing up smoothly and pulling Sasha up into her arms. They stumbled into the living room, kissing wildly, their mouths wet with each other's passion.
Sasha pushed Natasha down onto the soft fabric of the sofa, straddling her long legs. She reached down, unbuttoning Natasha's crimson silk blouse, pushing it off her shoulders, before unzipping her dark trousers and tugging them away along with her silk underwear.
Now both completely naked, Sasha looked down at Natasha's long, dark, athletic body stretching across her couch.
"You are so beautiful, Natasha," Sasha whispered, her voice full of genuine romance and raw desire.
"Come here," Natasha demanded softly, extending her arms.
Sasha lowered herself, setting her bare, wet core directly over Natasha's soaked center. They began to grind together, skin on skin, clit against clit, sliding through their combined moisture.
The friction was instant and unbearable. Natasha's hands cupped Sasha's heavy ass, guiding her hips in slow, deep, circular grinding motions that made both women gasp for air.
"Look at you... riding my pussy," Natasha whispered against Sasha's neck, her teeth lightly biting her shoulder tattoo. "So fucking sweet... so wet for me..."
"You make me so wet, Natasha," Sasha moaned, her fingers digging into the cushions as she worked her hips faster, dragging her swollen clitoris hard against Natasha's. "I love the way you feel... I love the way you take me..."
Their grinding grew frantic, fast, and heavy. The sound of their wet bodies moving together filled the quiet room. Sasha buried her face into Natasha's neck, biting her soft skin as both of their bodies locked up at the exact same time.
A twin scream of pure, explosive release tore through the living room. They clung to each other, their bodies shaking through a long, overwhelming climax that left them completely soaked in sweat, breathing as one.
***
They didn't stay on the couch. The raw, filthy hunger raging between them was too explosive, too wild to be satisfied by a single, messy encounter.
Natasha scooped Sasha up into her arms, carrying her heavy, dripping body straight into the dark bedroom. She threw Sasha back onto the center of the massive bed, right beneath the steady breeze of the ceiling fan that chilled the thick sheen of sweat coating their skin.
Low, amber streetlights filtered through the wooden blinds, casting long, shadow-draped stripes across the mattress.
The dim light highlighted every single tattoo inked into Sasha's soft skin, every heavy, intoxicating curve of her thick hips, and every sharp, sculpted line of Natasha's bare, ravenous frame standing over her.
Natasha crawled between Sasha's widely spread legs like a hungry predator, her dark eyes locked onto Sasha's flushed face with a burning, filthy intensity.