“Ahhh,” he moaned as Naomi pushed back against him, inviting his hardness to delve even deeper inside her. Tareef moaned again. Grabbing Naomi by the hips, he guided her into a rhythmic dance of scorching passion; his thrusts getting faster and faster as Naomi pushed back against him, giving Tareef full access to her pulsating pearl.
“Tareef,” she groaned in ecstasy as her yoni released the first fruits of hot stickiness that covered him completely. The sounds that came from their lips drowned out the musical interlude serenading them in the background. Tareef’s stroke was hot and fierce as he pounded her flesh, and Naomi loved every minute of it, her back arching in response to his manhood filling her wanton walls to capacity.
“Tareef!”
Hearing Naomi calling his name sent a wave of sensual fury through him. Feeling gism swelling at the base of his pole, Tareef slowed down his stroke, rocking Naomi with long, slow, deep thrusts. He wanted to feel every spasm of her womb give way to his touch, lulling her into a seductive dance where he was the director. Naomi’s breathing was labored as the change in stroke caused another climax, hardening her nipples and stirring her soul. With intention, Naomi flexed and released the muscles in her jewel, squeezing and releasing Tareef’s dick to a rhythm all her own. His mind was blown as she teased and toyed with him, sending wave after wave of pressure that swelled in his loin. Tareef couldn’t take it anymore, and his thrusts intensified in rhythm.
“Cum for me, Tareef,” Naomi whimpered as she neared another climax of her own. “Cum for me, babe.”
He swelled inside her; the veins of his dick being massaged by her tight walls. The fuck became frantic as Tareef held back if he could, wanting to stay in the moment with Naomi forever. His heartbeat fast in his chest as hot gism reared and then raged to be released. Tareef’s breathing was jagged as he held tightly to Naomi’s hips, pounding her to the hilt with everything he had.
“Ummmm shiiiitttt!” he screamed as he could no longer hold back the load of hot gism that exploded from his eager maleness. His wetness, combined with the wetness Naomi, showered him once again as she rode his climax to the very end.
Words escaped them both as Tareef collapsed onto Naomi’s back, bracing her with the strength of his hands. After a moment, Tareef lifted off her and lifted her, turning Naomi to face him. The moment when their eyes met solidified the love they mutually shared. The shower continued to warm them as they held each other, reveling in the glow of connecting, oh so passionately, once again.
Chapter twenty-nine
They lounged for most of the morning after the shower they shared. Tareef got no objection from Naomi. Resting her head on his supple, chiseled chest, feeling Tareef’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close, there was nothing in the world for Naomi to complain about. When they got hungry, Tareef ordered room service. Naomi groaned when he got up, pulled on his pajama pants, and went to the door, but he promised he wouldn’t be long.
“That took forever,” Naomi whined as she rolled over on her stomach, facing Tareef as he reentered the room.
Tareef’s eyes roamed over her delicious nakedness, the sleek of her back, the rise of her ass, the sculpt of her legs. When his eyes found Naomi’s, she was smiling sneakily.
“Alright now,” Tareef warned. “Keep playing,”
“Who says I’m playing?” her smile was enticing. Tareef strolled over to the side of the bed. Naomi watched him even though she feigned disinterest. She wasn’t scared. She didn’t turn her head to track Tareef’s movements, but she kept him in sight in her periphery. When she felt Tareef’s hands on her waist, Naomi gasped. When he lifted her up as though she weighed nothing, Naomi squealed. And when Tareef sat down on the bed, cradled her in his lap, and tickled her, Naomi couldn’t contain her laughter.
“Tareef!” She giggled.
“I’ve seen the French Riviera,” he breathed against her neck. “If you keep it up, you won’t.”
Naomi squirmed in his lap, laughing uncontrollably as Tareef tickled her without remorse.
“Tareef, I can’t,” she uttered between squeals.
“Remember that when you tease me again,” Tareef smiled.
“Okay,” she chimed. “I promise!”
His tickling became caressing as he peppered Naomi’s neck with sweet kisses.
“Now, let’s eat,” Tareef crooned.
The couple enjoyed their breakfast of fresh strawberry and crème, homemade yogurt, fresh crusty bread, homemade jams and jellies, French cheese, and pastries. They took another shower, this time focusing on getting refreshed for the day. There was a knock at the door.
“Babe, can you get that,” Naomi called out as she oiled herself after drying off.
“Sure,” Tareef replied. Opening the door, he wasn’t surprised that it was the bellhop.
When Tareef entered the bedroom, Naomi asked who it was.
“It’s addressed to you,” Tareef replied. Naomi looked up to find Tareef standing there, holding wrapped packages.
“What?” Naomi beamed.
“They’re for you,” Tareef repeated.
“What did you do,” she asked, smilingly as she lifted her frame from the bed.
Tareef didn’t answer; instead, extending the packages for Naomi to take. She bypassed them and lifted to kiss Tareef on his cheek.
“Thank you,” she hummed.
“You haven’t even seen what’s inside,” Tareef replied.
“It doesn’t matter. You thought of me, that’s enough.”
Naomi’s humility didn’t mean she wasn’t excited about her gifts. Tareef sat the packages on the bed as Naomi climbed in the middle crossing her legs underneath. She reached for the first package, her eyes looking up to see Tareef standing there. He smiled, and she smiled.
“Should I shake it?” Naomi asked.
“You can if you want,” Tareef chortled. He liked to see her happy, smiling, whimsical, and care-free. Something about seeing Naomi smile so genuinely it reached her eyes warmed his heart. He watched as Naomi peeled the bow from the box and removed the wrapping paper. When she lifted the lid, Naomi smiled even more.
“These are so cute,” she said, taking the tennis shoes out of the box. “How did you know my size?”
“I have my ways,” Tareef trilled, refusing to give up his source. “I’ve never seen you wear sneakers before, so I wasn’t sure you had any. You’ll need them today.”
“Eww,” Naoi chimed. “I wonder where we’re going?”
“You’ll see soon enough,” Tareef smiled. “Open the rest of your gifts.”
Naomi did as Tareef suggested, unwrapping the second box to find a gorgeous one-piece swimsuit in muted gold tones, a pair of matching slides, and a sheath dress covering.
“Tareef, all of this is so beautiful,” she mused. “You’re spoiling me.”
“Not yet,” he chortled.
“What does that mean?” Naomi asked, her arched brow pitching high on her forehead.
“You’ll see, soon enough.”
“Is that a promise?”
“Absolutely,” he reassured.
The swoon that consumed Naomi was difficult to contain. And Naomi didn’t try to. She let Tareef see how she felt about him and what he did for her. She opened the last package. It was the largest one, and she had no idea what to expect inside. She took the lid off the box and peeled back the tissue paper. She looked up at Tareef inquisitively. He shrugged his shoulders, and Naomi popped her lips. He chuckled behind her antics. The box was empty, with the exception of a small sealed envelope. Picking it up, Naomi unsealed the envelope and pulled out the embossed stationery.
“I thought you should have her,” the handwritten card said. Naomi’s brow furrowed until she read the lifted letters on the stationary. It was from the museum.
“You bought her for me?”
Naomi was already unfolding her legs and getting up off the bed before Tareef could answer. He opened his arms to receive the hug she lavished him with.
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nbsp; “She’ll be on the jet when we leave,” Tareef spoke against her hair.
Naomi lifted her head, and her eyes followed.
“I don’t know what to say,” she said.
“You don’t have to say anything, beautiful.”
After they both were dressed, Tareef and Naomi made their way to the lobby. She wore the new sneakers he bought for her, but Naomi still wasn’t sure why. But as before, Naomi trusted Tareef implicitly. They made their way across the lobby and out the front door of the hotel. She reached for Tareef’s hand, and he covered hers completely.
“Just as you requested, Mr. Ali,” the valet greeted.
He and another valet rolled up matching mopeds.
“Thank you,’ Tareef replied. He took Naomi by the hand, and they walked the few steps to the bikes.
“Oh, this is going to be so much fun,” Naomi grinned. Tareef released her hand and reached for the helmet balanced on the handlebar. He lifted it up and helped Naomi put it on.
“Do you need a little tutorial before we go?” Tareef taunted.
“Please, just hope you can keep up,” Naomi smirked as she mounted the moped. She barely waited until Tareef had his helmet on and sat on his bike before turning the key on hers and starting the ignition.
“You’re lucky I have no idea where we’re going,” she called out to Tareef. He smiled as he secured his helmet and turned the ignition key. Both their mopeds came roaring to life in as much as a moped roared. Tareef raised his thumb to ensure Naomi was ready. She returned the gesture, and they took off, Naomi trailing slightly behind him. Naomi remembered a number of landmarks they saw on the way to the hotel. It was still as beautiful as she remembered, but even more so because there was no barrier of glass that kept Naomi from reveling in what she saw. They rode back down the circular path until they reached level ground. At one point, Tareef and Naomi rode side by side on the vacant roadway. When he signaled to turn off the road, Naomi followed suit. Then she saw a sign that read Reed Family Winery.
The paved road continued winding through the winery. Naomi didn’t have to try hard to smell the grapes that were ripe on the vines. In the distance, she could see a historic home, reminiscent of a historic home one might see in the States with the latticework along the roofline, wraparound porch, colored shades that complimented the base wintery white color of the home. There was a small parking area where they pulled up the mopeds and turned them off. Tareef stood up and put the kickstand down. He removed his helmet and then turned to Naomi to assist, putting down the kickstand as she took off her helmet.
“Please tell me I don’t have helmet hair,” Naomi groaned as she ran her fingers through her tendrils.
“You look amazing,” Tareef reassured.
“You’re so sweet for saying that,” Naomi guffawed. She continued to fuss with her hair even after Tareef wrapped his arm low on her waist and started to walk her towards the door. Naomi’s brow furrowed.
“Is this the family vineyard you told me about on our second first date?”
“It is,” Tareef replied.
“I’m ready to taste that fantastic wine again.”
Naomi stopped trifling with her hair and wrapped her arm around Tareef’s waist. They climbed the steps together, and he held the door for Naomi as they entered the residence. They were warmly greeted by Mr. and Mrs. Reed.
“We’re so glad you all chose to stop by today. You’re just in time to help prepare some of our grapes. Would you like to do that,” the Mrs. asked?
“Sounds like fun,” Naomi replied.
“Well, follow the mister and me to the back, and we’ll get you guys all set up.”
“Are you originally from here,” Naomi asked as she walked alongside Mrs. Reed.
“Oh no, we’re transplants,” Veronica answered. “My husband, Jack, was in the military for a number of years. We came here on vacation, and I made him promise me that when he retired, we would come back and live here.”
Veronica’s eyes trailed lovingly to her husband, who was walking a few steps ahead next to Tareef.
“Jack kept his promise,” she smiled.
Naomi could tell how much Veronica cared about Jack just in the way she spoke about him. They walked into the backyard and under a large tree.
“Oh, my,” Naomi sighed as she saw a large steel tub with mounds of grapes in it. There were two chairs positioned under the tree along with a rack. There was a covered walking area from the chairs to the tub.
“Are we gonna stomp some grapes?” Naomi squealed.
“You sure are,” Jack replied.
Tareef laughed as Naomi clapped her hands. “This is gonna be so awesome,” Naomi smiled.
Naomi walked ahead and waved Tareef to his seat. She didn’t have to be encouraged to remove her shoes and socks and place them on the rack. When she saw Tareef was lagging behind, she chided him.
“Come on, Tareef,” she beamed.
“I’m coming, babe,” he answered. Naomi was practically vibrating on her seat; she was so excited. Tareef was glad she was and not disgusted by the prospect of getting dirty. When he finished stacking his belongings on the shelf, Tareef stood up from his chair and extended an upturned hand to Naomi. She accepted his offering, folding her hand in his and standing up. He escorted her down the covered path.
“You wanna go in first or do you want me to,” Tareef asked.
That was the first moment of hesitation on Naomi’s part.
“You go first,” she suggested.
“You sure?”
“Yes,” Naomi replied, “so you can help me in.”
“Okay,” Tareef smiled, extending his long leg over the edge of the tub, allowing his foot to settle and then fully climbing in.
“Is it squishy?” Naomi giggled.
“Come in and find out,” Tareef chortled. Naomi reached for him, and Tareef steadied her as she draped her foot over the edge of the tub. Her legs weren’t as long as Tareef’s, so she leaned into Tareef as she swung in the other leg. Once inside, she held on to Tareef’s forearms as he held on to her.
“It is squishy,” Naomi chimed.
“This is fun, bae,” Naomi smiled as they lifted and lowered their legs, the grapes smashing underneath them. Tareef watched Naomi enjoying herself, smiling, laughing, as carefree as the artwork she loved displayed. His heart warmed to her even more, and he couldn’t imagine being with anyone else on an excursion like this.
“We’re making wine, babe,” Naomi smiled as she held on to him.
“Yes, babe, we’re making wine.”
When the couple was done, Veronica and Jack had warm basins of water and fresh towels for them to clean off with. Tareef helped Naomi return to her seat. After she sat down, he kneeled in front of her, taking one foot and lifting it as he washed it. He lifted his eyes to meet hers, and they shared a lovingly knowing exchange without words. Tareef did the same for her other foot, dried them both, and then helped Naomi to put on her socks and shoes. Tareef returned to his seat, fully prepared to attend to himself. He was more than surprised when Naomi knelt in front of him.
“Beloved, you don’t have to do that,” he admonished.
“I know, but I want to.”
Naomi could still see the question in Tareef’s eyes.
“Sit back, babe. I got this.”
Naomi was just as gentle with Tareef as he had been with her. She washed and dried his feet, and then remained sitting in front of him, as he leaned over to put on his tennis shoes.
“Thank you for that,” he whispered, kissing her on the forehead.
“Always,” she answered.
Chapter Thirty
Naomi did get to taste the wine. It was as delicious as the first time she tasted it. Naomi was immediately cast back to their first date when she was far more tentative and far more unsure of what Tareef intended for her. This time when they clinked their glasses and shared a glass of their particular wine, Naomi wasn’t tentative about how she felt about Tareef. She wasn’t
unsure about his intentions for her. He had been nothing short of loving, kind, and unforgettable. And although no promises had been made, Naomi didn’t allow herself to project past the moment. She resolved that she would enjoy their time together for what it was.
After Tareef and Naomi parted with the Reeds, with a few bottles of the Robert Mondavi Cabernet Sauvignon Reserve, to take with them, the couple had an enjoyable return ride on their mopeds. As they neared the hotel, Naomi sped up, and as she rode alongside Tareef, she winked and sped up even more. The race was on. Tareef smiled and shook his head, but he wasn’t going to let Naomi win that easily. Just as she was starting to celebrate, in her periphery, Naomi saw Tareef gaining on her.
“Come on, baby,” she said to the moped, pressing the bike to go even faster. Tareef faded from view as Naomi rode away.
“Woo hoo,” she laughed. “I won!”
“Yes, you did, babe,” Tareef replied as he parked the moped next to hers. “You won the race, but I think I’m the winner,” Tareef crooned as he turned off the bike, removed his helmet, and lifted himself from the moped.
“How is that,” Naomi asked as she took off her helmet and turned off the moped. She slid her hand up her hip, challenging what Tareef said.
“Because I’m here with you.”
“Aww, I think you like me. I think you like me,” Naomi sang as she sashayed up to him.
“No, I don’t like you, babe,” Tareef replied.
He saw Naomi’s eyes widen and her brows pitch. She started to backpedal, but Tareef reached out and grabbed her around the waist, stopping her retreating motion. She resisted his hold, but Tareef held firm, engaging her eyes.
“I don’t like you, Naomi,” he uttered. “I love you.”
The transformation was heart-rendering as Naomi’s eyes softened, and the tightness in her body started to dissipate.
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