“Oh my fucking God,” Rihanna breathed, falling back onto the pillows. Our breathing was heavy and ragged as our legs and hands intertwined beneath the sheets.
I grinned, “That. Was. Fucking. Amazing.”
She laughed, rolling over to face me, “No, fucking mind-blowing. You make magic with that vibrator. No dick has ever made me cum that many times.”
“So, you can now make me your sex goddess.” I laughed.
“Mmmm no, Nikki, you’re more than that.” RiRi laughed. She put her hand on my waist and pulled me closer towards her. My nose scrunched up. “What?” Rihanna asked.
I smiled slowly, “Your fingers are sticky.”
“It’s not my fault you were so damn wet! I thought you were gunna drown!” She laughed, sucking on her index finger.
I grinned, “That was probably the wettest I’ve ever gotten…”
She leaned forward and kissed me, “So, back to the reason why we had this great, amazing celebratory sex. You got the job at Glamour!”
I grinned, “I know. The reason’s probably because we’re dating… so I can see you more intimate side that they want photographed.”
“Can’t get more intimate than this.” Rihanna said, biting her lower lip. She positioned her head on her outstretched arm. Her eyes flashed towards my face and then away, just as quick. Her smile grew.
“What…?” I said, scooting up on the pillows.
“Ok, so you know how I’m on break from my Loud tour?” she asked.
“I guess. I’ve heard of it going on, but I dind’t know it was over…” I said, turning to fully face her.
“Well, my North American leg of it is. Not my European one.” She said, excitement building.
“Ok… so… what? You’re leaving tomorrow or something?” I asked, not knowing where she was going with this.
“Well, not tomorrow, but soon. Very soon. Anyways, before your interview I spoke to my friend Erin there, and she said that if you got the job, they’d pay your full expenses to come with me, to take pictures and shit under their copyright. But still!” She grinned. “You’re going with me to Europe!”
I grinned, “You’re kidding!” I leaned forward and kissed her, tangling my legs with hers. I rolled on top of her, and started giggling. “I get to go to Europe! When do we leave?”
She arched her back, extending her arms, smiling, “In two days.”
I laughed, “Wow. You weren’t kidding when you said very soon…”
“Damn right. So we’d probably need to go buy some pre-Europe clothes, then when we get there, we’ll break the bank!”
I grinned, “You’re amazing.”
“Am I amazing or is my credit card amazing?” she asked, smiling but narrowing her eyes.
“You!” I smiled, “But the credit card is included with you…” I winked, hopping off of her, searching around the room for my thong.
“Clever,” she laughed, sitting up, using the sheets to cover herself.
I found my bra and thong next to each other, so I slipped them on. “So, it’s five thirty. What’s next on the agenda?”
“We can make dinner and drink….” My red-haired girlfriend suggested.
“I like the drinking part,” I grinned, and tossed her black thong to her.
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Where I Belong
FanfictionAll ever Nikki wanted was to be famous, not necessarily to fall in love along her way to the red carpet. When she sneaks into an after party, she runs into a red haired celebrity who does a little more than wink at her. When Rihanna whisks Nikki int...
