“What do you see?” Naomi breathed.
Something about her question roused Tareef in a way he couldn’t anticipate. Her nearness drew him even more, and Tareef pressed closer to her, wrapping his arms around her waist rapaciously. Naomi’s breathing shallowed as a hidden yearning inside her awakened. Her shoulders lowered, and her head fell slightly back, resting against Tareef’s capable chest.
“I see unrestricted expression where there are no lines and no boundaries to be crossed.”
The velutinous depth of Tareef’s baritone voice induced Naomi’s yearnings, entrenching them in the base of her soul. What she didn’t know is that he felt the reverberation of her desires penetrate his core. The heightened sexual tension between the two was nearly suffocating, yet so damn enticing it was hard to ward off. Neither of them would be capable of fighting off their base desires for too long, and they knew it as the duo ambled into the exterior museum. The cool evening breeze was refreshing. The paved trail was dimly lit. The architectural designs that peppered the manicured lawn were also lit so the art could be appreciated even against a backdrop of darkness. They didn’t have to talk to each other to enjoy each other’s company. It was nice to be held so securely by the man of her dreams as they took a leisurely pace along the pathway with no particular destination in mind.
“I’m enjoying being here with you,” Tareef uttered. “I hope you’re enjoying being here with me.”
It was the first time Tareef said something that showed his willingness to be vulnerable with Naomi. She didn’t take it lightly. She understood that it took a man of immense strength and self-confidence to show that side of himself.
“I can’t think of any place I’d rather be.”
Naomi placed a gentle hand to Tareef’s chest and felt his heartbeat under her fingertips. Her heart pounded harder in response, the beat of her heart syncing with the beat of his. When Tareef placed his large hand atop hers, the beat of Tareef’s heart thumped against Naomi’s hand even stronger. There was no resistance when Tareef lifted their collective hands to his mouth and placed a loving kiss on Naomi’s palm. She had to squeeze her thighs together to keep the thunder in her yoni from spilling. Tareef’s eyes met Naomi’s. The expression in his currant black eyes seemed to plead for more than what their connectivity had been thus far. And he found her eyes to be filled with a deep curious longing for more than what they were. But she dare not show how much she wanted him. Naomi didn’t want to be misread or misunderstood. She had to pull away from him or how she felt might slip out, and if Tareef rejected it, rejected her because she was the one making the advance, listening to her heart instead of her head, hearing her body’s demands and responding accordingly, it would break Naomi’s heart and wound her soul irrevocably.
Tareef felt her body dense, especially when she pulled her eyes away from his. He was fighting demons of his own, trying to keep his desires under wraps, his primal nature from rearing its head. Tareef didn’t want Naomi to think his only goal was to take advantage of her physically. It was more than that, but sometimes the flesh pressed hard, and it couldn’t be contained. So Tareef was in a war that he couldn’t put into words.
Still, he didn’t want Naomi to pull away from him in any way.
“You okay, love?”
Naomi was almost too embarrassed by her own cravings to speak.
“Yeah, I’m okay,” she uttered, unable to look Tareef in the eye.
He reached for her, touching her chin and inclining her face back to his.
“I don’t believe you,” he crooned as a hazy sensuous light passed between them.
She sighed, still unable to raise her eyes to meet his, the kiss of her thick lashes against her flushed cheeks drawing Tareef’s attention.
“What do you want me to say?” Naomi asked, breathing on a pant. She couldn’t catch her breath. Tareef was her intoxicant, and being in his presence made Naomi high. She literally vibrated under the weight of her want. When Naomi’s eyes lifted, meeting Tareef’s, he knew he was not alone in the struggle. As Tareef still had a hold of Naomi’s hand, there was nothing precluding him from what happened next. He started to move, taking Naomi along with him. She padded quickly to keep up with his long strides. He held Naomi’s hand tightly in his as he subverted the rest of the exhibit heading straight for the first available door that led to the inside of the hotel. Naomi didn’t allow Tareef’s naturally long steps to keep her from keeping up. She didn’t know what prompted him to move so swiftly, but she was willing to find out. The wait for the elevator seemed endless. They both impatiently watched the numbers descend, marking the time before the car’s arrival. Naomi shifted her weight from one foot to the other while simultaneously trying to quell the thump of her puss. The elevator chimed, earmarking the arrival of the car. Both Tareef and Naomi stepped aside together to allow for the exiting passengers before they entered. Before the door closed, a man ambled into the car and stood closest to the door. The hold Tareef had on Naomi’s hand didn’t ease, and they stood there beside each other, still finding it hard to breathe. Even with another person present, the scintillating tension between the two of them filled the space of the elevator to capacity. The car stopped, and the man got out. As the door closed and no one else entered, Tareef swung Naomi into the circle of his arms, her body pressed tightly against his. She gasped, and her mouth fell slightly ajar. Tareef seized the moment, his mouth covering hers hungrily. The sensuousness of Naomi’s return kiss was so passionate, it took Tareef’s breath away, made his nature rise, and threatened to snatch his soul.
They barely felt the car’s ascent or heard the door open when they arrived on their floor. At some point, their heated kiss paused long enough for Tareef to stand in front of the door so Naomi could exit, but he kept in physical contact with her, touching her, guiding her, caressing her. The moment both their bodies were free from the car, Tareef ensnarled Naomi again, pulling her back into the coveted cove of his arms. This time Tareef didn’t immediately kiss her. Instead, he took a moment to gaze into her eyes, seeing past the exterior, peering into her interior. He found solace there, and when he kissed Naomi again, his lips pressed against hers, then longingly covered her mouth. His slow, drugging kisses were a lethal elixir to Naomi’s wanton soul, causing her senses to reel and spin, whirl and skid.
They started to move down the hallway, still entangled, Tareef walked forward, and Naomi walked backward in accommodation. She couldn’t see where they were going. She had to trust Tareef to guide her. They moved as one. Naomi’s heart leaped, and blood pounded in her brain, and her knees trembled, but the stronghold Tareef had on Naomi’s form wouldn’t let her stumble or fall. Then she felt something hard pressed against her back as their steps paused. He didn’t even stop kissing her as he reached in his back pocket and pulled out her room key. Naomi had forgotten she’d given it to him earlier in the evening. Tareef lifted Naomi from balancing against the wall and pulled her body close to his as they moved toward the door. He inserted the key and unlocked it, opened it, and walked her in.
Chapter Twenty-eight
No sooner did the door close behind them did they mutually begin to undress each other. They disconnected only long enough to lift a shirt, unbutton a button, release a bra strap, coming back together, and kissing feverishly again. Their clothing littered the floor as they made their way into the bedroom. Naomi’s eyes roamed the length of Tareef as he stood naked in front of her. His body was even more chiseled and wondrous than she ever dreamed. He was Adonis.
Damn, she sighed as her eyes fell to his manhood, thick, long, swollen, and curved. Naomi felt her jewel convulse in response at the mere sight of him. She could imagine how Tareef’s bulging arousal would feel inside her. Naomi raised her eyes to find Tareef watching her as her alluring eyes moved upward to Tareef’s broad chest, up the length of his thickly corded neck, past his angular jaw, enticing lips, beautifully balanced Negro nose, to his smoldering onyx eyes.
“I don’t want to do any
thing you don’t – “
Tareef’s considerate words were halted as Naomi moved to him, pressing her all too willing body against his. She felt the stab of his virile masculinity on her belly, but that didn’t stop Naomi from lifting onto her toes, reaching her arms around Tareef’s neck and pulling him down to meet her awaiting lips. She claimed his lips, crushing his to hers. Naomi was surprised by her own eager response and felt her pussy tighten and release the first pearl of feminine wetness. Tareef pulled her roughly almost violently to him as Naomi granted permission. He moved and moved her with him. As the back of her knees met the side of the bed, Tareef balanced her, weightless in his arms, laying her down on the bed. He felt the warmth of her breath as he parted from her. Naomi’s sweetness longed for his touch, but Tareef made her wait. He wanted to woo her, seduce her, please her in such a way that he could convey how he actually felt. Whimpers and soft moans fell from Naomi’s lips as Tareef’s kisses drew nearer to where she desired them most.
Easing a hand from around her waist, Tareef encouraged Naomi to part her legs, just slightly. She easily complied as her puss pulsed in anticipation. Skillfully, Tareef massaged Naomi’s inner thigh with his large caressing hands, working his way up to her jewel that he then massaged with alternating kisses and mind-altering licks. Every time his mouth touched her, Naomi moaned. The moans from Naomi’s lips increased in intensity as her pearl throbbed, craving his touch.
“Tareef, babe, oh my God, I can’t,” she breathed.
She writhed underneath his pervasive touch, and the sounds she made caused his dick to jump responsively. When Tareef’s tongue finally entered her walls, Naomi’s knees buckled, and the tingling she felt coursing through her multiplied. The first drops of sweet nectar spilled from her. When Tareef felt the added warmth and wetness, tasting her sweetness. The girth swelling between his thighs caused Tareef to eagerly feast at Naomi’s table. When he felt her buckle under the pressure, Tareef held her firmly in place, supporting the weight of her quivering knees.
When he lifted Naomi’s leg, increasing his access, Tareef appreciated the beauty only her body could offer. He lapped at her labia and sucked on her pearl, sending a new charge of heat through Naomi’s flesh.
“Tareef,” she whispered as she cupped the back of his head, pulling him in further, causing his licks to be more profound, more penetrating, driving her even crazier. Tareef’s tongue probed higher, toying with Naomi’s g-spot, and she called his name again.
“Tareef.”
Not being able to withstand anymore, Tareef lifted Naomi even further onto the bed. And as she lay there staring into his hooded eyes, Naomi opened her legs to receive him. Tareef eased his weight down onto her much tinier frame. His manhood pulsed, and the thick veins that ran the length of his dick swole. The anticipation was too much. There was such sweet relief when he eased himself into her warm walls, and Tareef exhaled again. Tareef inserted himself into her inch by inch, slowly, allowing himself to truly feel her warmth and for her to feel him. When their eyes connected again, Tareef remained still, resisting the urge to thrust and pound her wanton flesh. Being still allowed Tareef to feel Naomi’s walls contract around his manhood and the swell of his girth to fill her completely.
“Naomi,” he whispered.
He throbbed inside her. She pulsed around him.
“Tareef.”
He moved inside her, slowly intentionally, feeling her accept him. They found a rhythm as his deep thrusts lifted Naomi’s frame every time he pushed inside her.
“Ah, ah, ah,” she panted as the rhythm of their fuck increased. Naomi felt the curve of Tareef’s tumescent core hit her G spot just right as she swerved her hips changing the angle of her womanly portal.
“Damn, bae,” Tareef uttered, the muscle of his thighs flexing and tensing with every stroke. The pace of their sex increased as Tareef reached up, pinning Naomi’s hands high overhead, the swell of her breasts bouncing with every powerful thrust. Naomi bit her bottom lip, pulling it in slowly and releasing it even slower as her hot pool ached for fulfillment. She was so wet. The sound their bodies made as his thighs slapped against her ass was sweet music to their ears, rocking them seductively towards collective bliss. Naomi’s mouth fell open, but no sound came out. She couldn’t form the words to express just how damn good Tareef felt inside her; how he knew just what to do to her. It was like he knew her body, he knew how to please her, to tease her, to gloriously torture her and satiate her to the point that she couldn’t hold back. She didn’t want to hold back. Wrapping her legs around Tareef’s waist, she pulled him in as she lifted her ass from the bed, becoming an extension of him.
“Fuck, bae, damn,” Tareef groaned as Naomi granted him unfettered access. But he knew it wasn’t just access to her body, to her feminine proclivities. Naomi granted access to her very essence, to her beating heart, to her unadulterated soul. Tareef couldn’t get enough; he had to have all of her as he pounded inside her.
“Bae,” she gasped. As her body convulsed again, releasing sticky wetness that coated his length. Tareef could keep his primal nature down as he felt her warmness spilling over him.
“Uhhhhhh,” he growled as a surge of his own masculinity spilled from him. Drops of perspiration dotted his forehead as they remained joined together, their bodies still moving in perfect harmony as their rhythm slowed. Tareef lessened the grip he had on her hands. Then, he lifted her to him until Naomi rested on his chest. Their bated breath finally subsided, and she fell asleep in his arms.
Naomi woke up in the same position she fell asleep, cradled in Tareef’s arms. As her body awakened, she felt the slight ache from the previous night, and an easy smile creased her lips. That ache she felt was more than worth it. She didn’t want to wake Tareef up as she rode the inhale and exhale as his chest rose and fell. She thought she might be able to ease from under his hold, but as soon as Tareef felt Naomi’s body shift, his arms closed around her even more securely.
“Where are you going,” Tareef uttered. She could actually feel the baritone of his voice rumble through her as their bodies remained fully connected.
“To the ladies,” Naomi grinned, tracing her hand along the side of his handsome face.
“Don’t be long,” Tareef crooned.
“Or what? You’ll miss me?” Naomi teased.
“Mmhmm,” Tareef hummed.
She climbed the length of him and planted a soft kiss on his lips. Reluctantly, Tareef released his hold, and Naomi eased from him. Quietly she crossed the bedroom. When she reached the door of the bathroom, Naomi looked over her shoulder, bringing Tareef into view. She shook her head as the smile on her lips widened. Naomi could hardly believe she was there with Tareef, the man that dominated her dreams for so long. She thought it might be a good idea to pinch herself just to make sure the dream was real. Naomi finally turned away from the door. After relieving herself, she decided she would not return to Tareef the same. He looked to be sleeping peacefully, which gave her the perfect opportunity to take a quick shower. Quietly, Naomi eased to the door, making as little noise as possible. She closed it softly and then returned to the shower, reaching in and turning on the water jets. It didn’t take long for steam to rise from the shower, obliterating her clarity of sight. Already undressed, Naomi stuck her hand in first to test the water. Finding it satisfactory, she stepped in. The shower space was just as exquisite as the rest of the suite with multiple jets that drove the water from several angles, a bench to sit on, and a rain showerhead.
Naomi was in such a good headspace. She was happier than she’d been in a long time. As she lathered up, Naomi realized that she wasn’t worried about her mother. That had been a constant area of concern that continuously played in the back of Naomi’s mind. But this time, she wasn’t worried. Her mother was in a good space, too. Standing under the rain head, a little song stirred up in Naomi’s spirit. Her humming blocked out the sound of Tareef entering the adjoining bathroom and from hearing him quietly undressing. The steam aided
in limiting Naomi’s visibility. By the time Tareef stepped in with her and eased up behind her, she was so caught up in the song, simulating a mic with the loofah in her hand, Tareef’s touch surprised her.
“Oh shit!” She guffawed.
The words from Naomi’s mouth and the shock she felt were quickly quenched with a sensual kiss from Tareef. The words to the song were immediately vacated as Tareef pressed in, easing Naomi under the fullness of the waterfall overhead. She felt the firm of his body and the presence of his manhood, growing to life.
“Where’d you come from?” She whispered between hot kisses.
“Does it matter,” Tareef answered, trailing fiery kisses from her neck to her nipples.
Naomi’s knees almost buckled as she felt a rise in her pearl from the titillating foreplay.
“Good morning,” Tareef said as he cupped both breasts, one in each hand, and lovingly sucked each nipple, giving them the attention they deserved. Naomi’s head fell back between her shoulders, and she held onto him for dear life. The throb between her thighs grew with each suckle, and she moaned deeply under Tareef’s expert touch. Inhibition be damned, as Naomi dropped slowly down to her knees in front of the man she loved. Lifting his thickness into her hands, Naomi kissed the tip of his rod, sending chills up Tareef’s spine. The warm water continued to shower down on the duo as Naomi licked his length, and then left a trail of her kisses. Tareef’s rock-hard shaft pulsed in her hands and then in her mouth. The moan that came through Tareef’s mouth came from the loins Naomi massaged and caressed. Inch by inch, Naomi took Tareef in, adding a pulsating level of pleasure Tareef could barely stand.
Reaching down, Tareef lifted her to him and enveloped her lips with his own, tasting himself there as their tongues danced and intertwined. When Tareef turned Naomi in his arms, placing her back to his chest, hot kisses tantalized her neck as she felt his thickness throbbing against her ass. Tareef slowly bent Naomi over, and she braced herself with her hands against the tile shower wall. Spreading her plump ass cheeks, Tareef eased himself inside her. Naomi moaned gloriously in response as Tareef felt the hotness of her feminine walls give way to his magnificent arousal.
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