Love in the City of Lights

By Gianni Shamari

Copyright ©2026

Maré stepped out of the limousine and onto the snow-covered sidewalk; the bright lights of the New York City skyline dazzled him. The crisp February air carried the sweet scent of roses and the distant sound of saxophones, signaling that Valentine’s Day was in full swing. It was a scene straight out of a romantic movie, and the King of New York was the show’s star. Excitement and nervousness filled Maré as he straightened his tie and smoothed out his tuxedo. He was about to meet the one and only Rihanna, the pop superstar who had invited him to a private dinner at a luxurious rooftop restaurant overlooking the Hudson River. The thought of their impending meeting sent a thrill down Maré’s spine.

Maré entered the restaurant, lighting it up with his infectious smile and charismatic presence. The maître d’ greeted Maré and escorted him to the rooftop, where Rihanna waited. The sound of soft jazz and the clinking of champagne glasses filled the air, and the breathtaking city view took his breath away. Rihanna stood by the railing, her stunning figure silhouetted against the city’s glittering lights. She turned to face Maré, and their eyes locked in a sparkling gaze. Her beautiful smile lit up the night, and Maré felt his heart skip a beat.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” she said, her voice husky and seductive, as she extended her hand.

Maré took her hand, feeling a jolt of electricity as their skin touched.

“Happy Valentine’s Day to you, too,” Maré replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

Rihanna led him to the table, where a sumptuous feast was laid before them. They sat down, and the waiter poured each a glass of champagne. The bubbles danced in the glass, releasing a delicate aroma that filled the air. Their delightful conversation sparkled like the champagne they sipped, as they savored the delicious cuisine. Rihanna gazed in amazement at the skyline, feeling a surge of inspiration.

“You know,” Maré said, swirling a vintage Brunello in his glass. “People think the skyline is the art. But it’s the sound. If you listen close enough, the city has a tempo. It’s a messy, beautiful syncopation.”

Rihanna turned her gaze from the horizon to Maré, a slow smile spreading. “That’s a producer’s way of looking at it. But you’re right. It’s like a demo track that never gets finished. There’s always a siren or a shout adding a new layer.”

“Is that how you approach a new album?” Maré asked. “Looking for the layer that shouldn’t be there?”

“I truly value honesty,” Rihanna shared passionately, leaning in as her jewelry sparkled in the light. “Today’s music isn’t just about hitting the perfect note; it’s about the raw emotion. It’s that beautiful discomfort that ultimately leads to understanding. Just like the Basquiat in your foyer—it’s vibrant and chaotic, but most importantly, it’s authentic.”

Maré chuckled gently. “I got that piece because it brings back memories of my vibrant days in old New York City, when I was living in Harlem. It made me feel unstoppable, like I could conquer the world if I just kept pushing forward. It’s truly inspiring!”

“And now that you conquer the world?” Rihanna challenged, her eyes searching his. “Is the view from the top what you thought it would be?”

Maré looked out at the river, then back at Rihanna. The playful billionaire persona he wore for the press seemed to settle, giving way to something quieter.

“The view is just a perspective.” Maré continued. “It’s lonely if you’re just looking at it. It only matters if there’s someone across the table who sees the same ghosts in the architecture that you do.”

Rihanna held his gaze, and the clatter of the restaurant faded into a hum. “Life is just a series of curated moments, Maré. Most people spend their time trying to look the part. But this? This feels like a song I haven’t written yet.”

Maré reached across the table, his hand inches from hers. “Then don’t write it. Just live it. The best art is the kind you can’t replay.”

Rihanna smiled, a genuine, private thing. “I think I could get used to this tempo.”

The music shifted to a sultry, seductive beat. Rihanna’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in close, her voice barely audible over the music.

“Want to dance?” she whispered, her breath caressing my ear.

Maré smiled, and they stood together, swaying happily to the captivating rhythm. The sparkling champagne, enchanting music, and the night’s magic blended beautifully, crafting a moment of joy and bliss. At that beautiful moment, they realized this Valentine’s Day would be unforgettable. Their lips touched gently, igniting delightful shivers. Everything else faded into the background, creating a magical connection just for them. The enchanting music and twinkling lights became distant reminders of the night, as they embraced the warmth of their blossoming love.

Rihanna’s kiss was like a spark of electricity, igniting a fire that burned deep within Maré. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as they devoured each other’s lips. The rooftop, once a bustling hub of activity, was now a private sanctuary, a secluded haven where they could indulge their desires without fear of judgment or reprisal.

Rihanna’s eyes locked onto Maré’s as they broke apart for air, shining fiercely. “I want you,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.

Maré nodded, his heart racing with anticipation. “I want you too,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

Without another word, Rihanna took his hand, leading him away from the rooftop and into the night, where the city lights twinkled like diamonds, and the possibilities were endless.

They stumbled into a luxurious penthouse suite, the door locking behind them with a soft click. The room was a sensual paradise, filled with plush carpets, soft music, and the intoxicating scent of roses. Rihanna’s hands were everywhere, exploring my body with a fierce passion. Maré reciprocated, his fingers tracing the curves of her stunning figure.

The night was a blur of champagne, laughter, and desire as they surrendered to their passions and let the night take them where it would. Maré and Rihanna cuddled together in the cozy, dimly lit primary bedroom, sharing sweet kisses on the king-sized bed.

“You can do whatever you want to do,” Rihanna whispered.

“I want to fulfill all of your desires for you.” Maré beamed.

He worshipped Rihanna’s breasts brilliantly with his tongue and mouth. Using his tongue like a brush as if he were painting a masterpiece like a Picasso. Maré didn’t merely touch Rihanna; he truly listened. It was a masterclass in celebrating her beauty with deep, slow-burning passion that radiated warmth and admiration. The erotic chills sent shockwaves up Rihanna’s spine, making her nipples hard and causing her to have her first orgasm of the night.

“I made you cum,” Maré murmured.

Rihanna nodded with a smile. “You’re good. I’m ready to take this to the next level.”

In the center of the bed, they pleasured each other in the 69 position. Mare, the ultimate sex machine, was in his bag running his tongue back and forth between Rihanna’s pussy hole and anus. The scent and taste of her sex had him in a state of flow. Kissing, licking, and sucking her wet slit. He focused on directly stimulating her clit.

“Oh, you nasty boy,” Rihanna groaned. “Yes, eat my pussy.”

Rihanna continued performing fellatio on Maré’s cock with one hand, playing with his balls. She sucked him harder, matching the pleasure she was getting from Maré. Dripping on Maré’s mouth seemed to energize her to worship his dick.

“Oh, shit,” Maré sighed. “That feels so good.”

Pleasure coursed through their bodies as they shuddered. The euphoria of eating Rihanna’s pussy fueled Maré to stick his tongue deeper in her intimate hole. Squealing, Rihanna came on Mare’s face, smothering him in her sweet ecstasy.

“I want to ride your dick, Nature Boy.” She told him in a sultry tone.

Without taking her eyes off Maré, Rihanna perfectly positioned herself on Maré’s shaft. As she proceeded to ride him in a smooth, bouncy motion, Maré reached up and caressed her tits. He was living every man’s dream at the moment as he enjoyed the pleasure of Rihanna riding his cock. Maré saw the moonlight in her eyes. The sight of Rihanna’s breasts swinging freely had him in a trance.

“You’re incredible, Riri,” Maré said. “I can see the moon reflected in your beautiful eyes.”

Smiling, Rihanna moved her body like a Barbados wave, sensual to the eye. She was deep in her bag, riding Maré to erotic rapture. Rihanna put her hands on Maré’s chest to maintain her rhythm. Her pussy tightened around Maré’s shaft. He sighed and held her waist. Rihanna swung her hips back and forth and came with a scream.

“Yes, baby, good girl.” Maré beamed. “Cum on that dick.”

After her orgasm, Rihanna grabbled on the middle of the bed with her ass high in the air, teasing Mare with twerks. At that moment, Maré got behind her and began hitting it from the back. Grabbing her waist, he increased the tempo.

“Yes, fuck me!” Rihanna hollered. “Fuck me hard!”

Gripping her hips and pulling her long, dark hair, Maré slammed his dick deeper and harder into her ass. He felt his shaved balls slapping against her ass with each thrust. Caught up in the rupture of fucking Rihanna doggystyle, Maré slapped her masterpiece ass repeatedly until he left a perfect print of his hand on her buttock. Rihanna shrieked her excitement, enjoying every second of the hardcore sex.

“You like this dick, Riri?” Maré asked.

“Yes, fuck me like a whore bitch!” Rihanna replied. “Make me your bitch!”

“You’re my favorite whore bitch,” Maré whispered. “You have the best pussy from Barbados.”

He pumped Rihanna’s ass harder. Rihanna’s eyes rolled back in pleasure upon hearing it, and she came harder on Maré’s schlong. Her juices were flowing and dripping all over the sheets. Maré felt like a legend fucking the shit out of a fine piece of sexiness.

“Give it to me, Maré!” Rihanna exclaimed. “Fuck me up with that dick! Cum in me! Fill me up!”

Maré dominating Rihanna with his iconic cock drove her wild with lust. She had multiple orgasms and stained Mare’s dick with her cum. Finally, Maré felt himself nearing an intense orgasm.

“I’m going to cum!” He announced.

“Do it, baby,” Rihanna responded.

Maré couldn’t hold it much longer. He shot his warm seed inside Rihanna’s hole. Rihanna continued to rock back into Maré’s dick until he emptied his sack.

Breathless, Maré lay back and relaxed after pulling out. When Rihanna’s orgasm subsided, she crawled on top of Maré and kissed him. They both were spent and sexually satisfied. Rihanna lay her head on Maré’s chest and fell asleep.

Wrapping his arms around Rihanna, Maré whispered, “Goodnight.”

In a single heartbeat, Maré closed his eyes and fell into a peaceful sleep.

As the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, Rihanna snuggled into Mare’s arms, her eyes shining with happiness. “That was the best Valentine’s Day ever,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Maré smiled, holding her close. “Mine too,”

Maré knew this Valentine’s Day would be etched in his memory, and the night had been a whirlwind of passion, excitement, and connection, drawing him closer to the enigmatic, captivating Rihanna. They lay together, wrapped in each other’s arms. They realized that sometimes, unexpected encounters can lead to extraordinary experiences. Their chance meeting had sparked a connection beyond words, a fire that would burn bright long after the night was over.

As Maré looked into Rihanna’s eyes, he knew this was just the beginning of an unforgettable adventure that would take them to new heights of passion, creativity, and love. The city might never sleep, but the night would live on forever for them.

About Gianni Shamari:

New York native Gianni Shamari coined the term “champagne erotica,” a fast-paced erotic story that captures the celebration of the champagne lifestyle. He made his publishing debut with the erotic tale “Another Best Erotic Night Of My Life” in 2016, The Very Best of Bare Back Magazine anthology. Gianni has been writing for Bare Back Magazine for eight years. His novellas "Monica Hershel: Predator on Top" and "His Highness, the Philogynist" established him as an author. Gianni's third erotic novella, "Maré & Monica: The Best of Both Worlds," showed his growth as a writer. He just released his fourth erotic novella, "Ecstasy Around the World," which is a must-read.