Belizean Heat (African American, Black, Urban Erotic Short Story)

“Elijah was different. When he looked at me I could see the raw lust in his eyes. He knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to show you.”

All my life I’ve been the good girl: kind to my mama, dated the right guys, a diligent student and hard worker. But for my first solo vacation ever, things are going to change. From the moment I first laid eyes on Elijah, the smoldering local tour guide, I knew I was in deep. He has plans to take me on a whirlwind tour through Belize but can my new sultry personality keep up with such a man? One way or the other, I’m going to find out.

4000+ word short story for 18+

Excerpt: “So what do you think?”

“It’s beautiful, really. There’s nothing like this in Chicago.”

“Well, there’s nothing like you in Belize.”

I turned away from the breathtaking scenery and found myself gazing back into Elijah’s dark, haunting eyes. Gently, he reached out and ran a finger along my cheek making me shiver. Now was my time to be bold. Now was my time to be brave.

I reached out and pulled him down to my waiting lips, kissing him deeply. His lips were full and soft. His mouth parted open as he sucked gently on my lower lip. I delved my tongue into the humid heat of his mouth desperate to taste him.

His fingers twined softly in my hair as he trailed kisses down the sensitive skin of my neck making me shiver with pleasure. I was soaking wet already just from his lightest touch. I had never felt like this with a man. It was as if my body craved him.

His lips made their way to the swell of my breasts and I bit my lip to keep from gasping. The ache and the desire were overwhelming. I wanted to tear off my clothes and beg him to ease the tension building inside of me. As if sensing my need Elijah slid the straps of my tank top over my shoulders and let it fall around my waist. My back arched into his hands, pressing the fullness of my breasts into his waiting palms.

He groaned as he kneaded them between his strong fingers. I could feel my nipples straining into hard little nubs. My heart was racing and the throbbing between my legs had reached a fever pitch.

“Please,” I begged. “Please.” Elijah groaned again, a rough animal sound that trembled through my core.