Vacation Ch. 1

I am really nervous about posting this. This was my first attempt at writing a "love scene".

Thanks for reading.

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Naava



She knew going out in the strapless baby doll was inviting trouble. But she liked it damn it and she wanted to wear it. Naava was overly busty and kept promising herself she was going to get a breast reduction one day, but until that day, she just had to deal with the leering and inappropriate comments. The baby doll didn’t help, but she was not going to let it alter he life. Besides, it was way, too hot outside. She was going to be comfortable.

For the first time in her life, Naava had decided to take a vacation…alone. She had no boyfriend, and no friend to go with her this year and she needed to get away. So she did, and she was glad she had. It was much simpler, no one to argue about what to do and when. Now she was off to the grocery store to fill the kitchen of her rented condominium.

She climbed into her red convertible, cranked the music to an entirely improper level and took off taking the long way to the store so she could listen to her play list. Pulling into the parking lot, she parked the car. In the store, she grabbed her cart and started shopping.

Naava loved to go grocery shopping. She loved food in all its forms. She loved to prepare it, cook it and eat it. Taking out her list, she began her quest. Half way through the excursion, she found herself in the beer and alcohol isle. Naava was pondering her needs and options when her thoughts were interrupted.

“Hey beautiful! What cha thinking about?”

She turned to the voice. It belonged to what looked like an over aged frat boy trying to relive his glory days, and he wasn’t alone, he brought a flash back friend. She smiled, nodded at them and went back to picking out beer.

“Why don’t you let us help you out? What are you in the mood for?”

“Thank you, but I can handle it.”

“Well, why don’t you pick out what we like and we can have a party?”

“While, that is a tempting offer, I will have to decline.” She reached over, grabbed a case of XX Amber, and put it in her cart.

“Then why don’t we take you out?”

She turned and found him looking at her chest. Rolling her eyes, she turned back around and started to walk away.

“Well it looks like we are going to your place then.”

She ignored them and kept walking.

“What, you don’t wanna party with us?”

Naava turned and said to them, “Like I said, it is a nice offer, but I have my evenings planned. Thank you.” She began to walk away and they followed her.

“Plans were made to be broken.” One of them stepped in front of her basket and one next to her. Essentially trapped, Naava looked around for an employee and found no one.

“Baby!” she heard someone call, “There you are.” She tuned to see a tall, dark haired man walking briskly towards her. “Sorry, I had to take that call.” He reached her, put his arm around her and kissed her cheek. “Are these friends of yours?” He looked at her expectantly.

Completely knocked off guard, she looked up into the most beautiful hazel eyes she had ever seen. “Um, no, we just met. They were inviting me to go have drinks with them.”

“Oh,” the stranger looked to the other men. “How generous.” He towered over the other two men and looked to them for a response.

“Well, we are nothing if not hospitable.” The one said.

He turned back to Naava, “Should we invite them to dinner?”

“No, thank you.” Frat boy declined.

“Oh, well, that’s too bad.” He said to them. He turned back to her, “Shall we? I’m dying to know what you have planned for dinner tonight.” He took the basket from her and they walked away from the other two men.

They turned down another isle and stopped. She looked up at him amazed, confused and thrilled. “Thank you.”

He smiled a beautiful smile, “You are very welcome. You looked like you needed a little help.” He extended his hand to her, “Ethan.”

She accepted his handshake smiling, “I’m Naava.”

He rewarded her with a smile. “Beautiful.”

She looked at him confused, “Excuse me.”

“Your name is beautiful.”

She blushed, “Thank you, it’s Hebrew.”

“What does it mean?”

She blushed even more, “It actually means beautiful.”

“Then it is appropriate.”

“Thank you.” She said suddenly feeling shy.

“So, what are we having for dinner?” his smile had turned mischievous and her heart skipped a beat.

Naava laughed, “I guess I should award you for your bravery. What would you like?”

“What were you going to have?”

“Nothing special, pasta and salad.”

“Perfect. I’ll bring the wine. White or red?”

“White.”

They stood looking at each other. “So, are you going to tell me where you live?” he smiled, leaning forward a little.

“Oh! Sorry.” She shook her head. Reaching into her purse, she pulled out the rental agreement and pointed out the address. “Do you know where that is?”

He smiled. “Yes I do. What time?”

“7:00?”

“I’ll be there.”

“OK.”

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go pick out a bottle of wine for my upcoming date.”

She nodded, “You’re excused.”

He touched her arm, “Goodbye, Naava.” He smiled.

She smiled back at him and watched him walk away.

Finishing her shopping, she paid for her groceries and raced home to prepare for her date.

Naava settled on a white tank top and turquoise broomstick skirt. She let her naturally curly hair down and fall around her shoulders and decided to go sans makeup except for lightly coloured lip-gloss. She set her iPod to shuffle through her favorite play list and set the table. The sauce for the pasta was ready, and all that needed to be done, is to cook the pasta and bake the bread.

Nervously she paced around her condominium waiting for Ethan. She was positively giddy. When her doorbell finally rang, she jumped and caught her breath. Looking down at her hands, Naava found them shaking. “Good lord, girl.” She said to herself. She shook them out and went to the door. Opening it, she caught her breath again. He stood in a pale yellow polo, kaki shorts and slides. The yellow of the shirt brought out his hazel eyes and tanned skin. He might be the most beautiful man she has ever seen. “Come in,” she said stepping back so he could enter.

He handed her the bottle of wine he was carrying. “Here you go. I hope this is ok.”

She accepted the bottle and looked at the label, “Pinot Grigo. My favorite.”

“Excellent.”

“Please make yourself at home. I’ll open the wine.”

Ethan found a place to sit on the couch. Naava came out a few moments later with two glasses of wine, sat next to him on the couch and handed him a glass. “This is a nice place. How long are you in town?”

“A week.”

He held up his glass to toast. “To your vacation.”

“Thank you.” She touched her glass to his.

They spoke of where they were from and what they did until they decided to eat dinner. They enjoyed the dinner and finished the bottle of wine. “Maybe I should have bought two bottles.”

Naava picked up the plates to bring into the kitchen, Ethan started to stand and help her. “No, please. You are my guest.” She said.

He sat back down, “Do you have any more wine? I could open another bottle.”

“I do!” She chirped.

He stood and followed her into the tiny kitchen.

“It’s in the fridge.” She said loading the dishes into the dishwasher.

He pulled the bottle out and brought it to the table, proceeding to open it and fill their glasses. “You do like Pinot.”

“I told you, I never lie about food. It’s too important” She came and joined him at the table.

Naava took a sip of her wind and set it aside. She had already had three glasses and was buzzed. She did not need to lose her faculties while this beautiful man sat across from her.

As if he knew what she was thinking he said, “Should we move to the living room?”

She smiled and nodded. Ethan grabbed the bottle and his glass and they moved to the other room. Ethan sat on the couch and Naava sat on the big leather chair for one. He smiled at her move and she pretended not to notice. They talked for a while and finally Ethan said looking at Naava’s glass, “Why am I the only one drinking?”

Naava blushed “Because, I am buzzed already and I should keep my head about me.”

“Why?”

That was a very good question, Naava thought. Why indeed. “I’m a nice girl.” She said coyly.

“Who implied you weren’t?”

Damn he was good. “I just know my limits.” She looked into lap where her hands fiddled.

Ethan stood and walked over to the chair where she sat. He crouched in front of her and sat back on his haunches. Taking her hands, he looked up at her, “What do you want.”

Fuck! She looked into that perfect face. What she wanted was to jump him right then and there. What she said was “I want to not have regrets in the morning.”

He smiled and had a witty answer for her but instead said, “I have never asked a woman to do anything she was uncomfortable with.”

Why would you? Do you own a mirror, she thought. That exact thought is what must have been written all over her face, because he smiled at her. He brought her hands to his mouth and kissed them. His lips were soft and she found her self wondering how they would feel on her own lips and other places. “Walk me to the door.” He said.

She nodded for fear of what words would escape her mouth. Fucking alcohol, she couldn’t trust her own mouth when she had a few glasses. Standing she walked him to the door. He opened it and turned to face her. “I had a great time. Dinner was wonderful.”

“Thank you.” She said, “I did too.” They stood looking at each other. Ethan held her eyes as he leaned in within a whisper of her lips. She didn’t move he closed his eyes and let his lips gently touch hers. She closed her eyes and lost herself in the feel of the softness of his lips on hers, and was lost in the kiss. Ethan drew back and opened his eyes. Something deep inside him stirred, something he hadn’t felt in a good long while. Who was she and why did she have this affect on him. Naava slowly opened her eyes, she had been savoring the moment of what could have possibly been the best kiss she had ever had.

Ethan brought his hands to her face and kissed her again. Naava’s hands covered his, and then moved around his back. He opened his mouth and his tongue slipped between her lips and she welcomed him. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her as close to him and he could manage. Their tongues explored and caressed each other. Ethan shut the door, turned Naava and pushed her against it. A cry escaped her as her back hit the door. Ethan pushed himself against her and moaned at the feel of her body pressed against his.

There is a point where you should stop. Where stopping after that line is just cruel. Ethan had reached that point and pulled back to look into Naava’s eyes to see what she wanted. He brought his hand to her face again, looked into her eyes, and silently asked the question again, “What do you want?”

She looked into his eyes, he was trying to be a good guy, give her an out. He knew she was nervous. She closed her eyes, moved in, and kissed him again. That was all the answer he needed. He picked her up, carried her up the stairs, and brought her to the first bedroom he saw.

He laid her down on the bed and lowered himself on top of her. She wrapped herself around him and marveled at the feel of his weight on her. When the exquisite torment of their foreplay was too much for him, he moved back and removed the remainder of his clothes. Her eyes slowly moved over his body and she drank him in. My God, she thought. When was the last time a man has stood in front of me like this? He moved to undress her, and she helped him take off the last articles of clothing she had.

Feeling the full length of his body against her when he lowered himself, elicited moans of pleasure. He kissed her deeply and she kissed him back. Moving back he looked at her, “I hate to bring reality into this but,”

Naava cut him off, “I’m on the pill.” She smiled.

He smiled back at her and kissed her again. “Thank god.” He laughed. It was genuine, masculine and sexy.

This made her laugh, too. He spread her legs and positioned himself at her opening. He teased, gently rubbing himself against her. There was nothing amusing about his. She moved her hips to give him and indication of what she wanted.

He smiled and whispered in her ear, “Patience.”

She turned to look at him incredulously, was he kidding? He kissed her and let them trial down her neck. He slowly let his lips and tongue explore her skin. His mouth found one of her breasts and he sucked it into his mouth, which caused her to cry out. He let his tongue circle around her nipple bringing it to its full peak, where his teeth grazed it. Naava called out his name, begging him. He moved to the other one, and repeated his tantalizing work.

She put her hands on his face and pulled him up to her. “Please.” She said.

He hadn’t expected her to have this effect on him, his eyes and body filled with desire he kissed her. Hard. Hard enough that if she didn’t open her mouth to him, her lips would be cut on her own teeth. She obliged, opened her mouth to him and her hands explore his back.

Ethan positioned himself to enter her and in one push, was fully inside her. She gasped then moaned at the sensation. Once inside, he didn’t move. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. His eyes were closed and looked like he was immersed in unbelievable pleasure. Her heart actually ached at the sight. She cradled his face in her hands. He looked at her, clearly on the edge. “I want you to come first but I am not sure…”

“It’s ok.” She said softly, smiling to herself because of the irony; telling her to be patient, HA!

He was fighting for control. “No.” He pulled back and out of her. She looked at him confused. “Let’s do this.” He gave her a playful smile. He gave her a kiss, then slid down her body depositing kisses along the way. She propped herself up and watched him ease his head between her legs. Naava dropped her head back on the pillow at the first sensation of his tongue in her most intimate of places.

“Oh God.” She sighed. His tongue expertly lapped and circled her clit. Then she felt his fingers dip inside her and she bucked her hips in response. The sensation of his fingers and mouth working her was more than she could take, and in record time, she came harder than she could remember. She came alternating between calling his name and her favorite curse word.

When the spasms subsided, Ethan climbed back up her body and kissed her. She could taste herself on his lips. She had never been so turned on in her life. She whispered to him, mostly because that was all she could manage, “Fuck me.”

He sat back and pulled her legs up to rest her feet on his shoulders. Ethan slid himself inside. She was warm and slick from her orgasm. He groaned in pleasure and moved in and out. Naava gripped the sheets in her fists, never had anything felt so good. His pace increased and she felt that familiar heat and pressure build inside her. “Ethan, please,” she begged.

“Please what?” he growled.

“I’m cumming again. Please don’t stop.”

He continued his pace, beads of perspiration forming on his brow; he was struggling to hold off for her. With in moments, her cries of pleasure filled the room and he felt her pulse around him. It pushed him over the edge and he came calling her name repeatedly.

Ethan collapsed on top of Naava and they fought to regain control of their breathing. He rolled over and pulled her on top of him. She rested her head on his chest and he held her close. After a few moments, he said, “You ok?”

She laughed softly, “Yes.”

He smiled, “Any regrets?”

She moved her head so she could look him in the eye, “No. Well, maybe.”

“What?” his hands stroked her hair back from her face.

“That I am only here a week.” She smiled.

He laughed a very male laugh and kissed her, “That, is not a problem.”

“No?”

“No.” he kissed her again. “That’s what planes are for.”

“Really?” It was a very girl question and she was immediately sorry after she said it.

“I’m not letting you go that easily.” his fingers caressed the side of her face.

Naava smiled, “OK.”