Shaking Off the Dust (13 page)

I wanted to feel him with my hands, my fingers and my mouth. But my arms were tangled in my shirt, and no matter how I squirmed and twisted, it guaranteed I couldn’t do anything but respond to his mouth and touch. He paid proper reverence to that breast before he exposed the other and spoke in admiration. At least I think so, because it was a guttural growl in Japanese. He was showing so much respect, I was moaning.

“Let me touch you now,” I begged in a pant.

Raising his head to look at me with dark simmering eyes, he let my hands loose. In one quick move, he unsnapped my bra and pushed away all my clothing above the waist. He walked me back as if we were dancers and he was definitely in the lead, stopping when the back of my knees touched the bed. He slid down my body to kneel in front of me, pressing his head into my abdomen, nuzzling as the palms of his hands fanned the curves of my hips.

I touched that hair, so thick and soft, like strands of silk. I pulled with curled fingers until he tilted to look up at me. “Let me touch you.”

He watched my expression as he unzipped my pants and slid them and my panties down to the floor, pushing them off me. I reached out my hand to touch him, but he pressed me to the bed until I fell on my back, and crawled over me like some feral creature. His hands on my chest, his mouth raining down on me like a storm. Every stroke more intense. Each time his tongue moved, I would arch, trying to pull his mouth to mine so I could return his touch. He found every sensitive spot, from my head to my groin, and wrenched sounds from me that I’d never heard before.

I started clawing at the band of his pants, undoing his belt, unzipping him, but I couldn’t seem to control my body. His mouth was on my breast, his hands had found a moister area and I thought how unfair that he wasn’t feeling this too.

“Let me give you pleasure, Takeshi,” I whimpered.

“You are. I won’t last at all if you touch me, I’m so ready for you.” His voice was hoarse.

“I don’t know how I could be any readier,” I almost screamed with frustration. I tugged on his pants until they started moving down his legs. I touched him, wrapping my fingers around him. He was long and so thick. I expected the length after our previous kisses, but the solid thickness of him was a surprise. I stroked and he grew even larger. I wanted him so bad, but now I was a little afraid.

He found his way to my heated center, caressing me with the skill of a master surgeon. I groaned, pulling him towards my hips, trying to push away his hand.

“Condom, please now.”

He dipped his finger in and out of me, making me gasp with each sensation.

“Condom, now. Now.”

His eyes glittered as he leaned over and pulled a condom packet from where he’d thrown them on the bed. I took it from his hand and tore it open, slowly rolling it on the pale silk of his cock, covering his surprising size. I now knew what Tom had hinted at.

He eased me under him, two fingers inside me as I rode against them, slick and hot. “I am not small, I don’t want to hurt you.” That deep voice a rumble.

He slipped in three fingers and I was more aroused than I’d ever been in my life. He entered me, easing in until he could go no farther, but it was far from all of him. I wanted all of him. He pulled out and plunged into me again as I raised my pelvis up to meet him. He groaned, starting a slow rhythm of retreat and thrust. I moaned as he went deeper and deeper, so thick and long, fighting for entrance into my body. I was caught between him and the bed, arching to meet each drive of his hips. It was like some new taste that is so exquisite, so sweet and rich that your mouth waters waiting for more. That was what my body was doing, craving him, welcoming him.

His mouth closed over a nipple and suckled hard, as he worked his way into my core. When he was able to glide in and out of me, he changed his angle. He found a spot that made me blind with the pleasure of it, and stayed there flexing his hips in long, slow strokes to maintain a near constant contact.

He watched my face as if I was beautiful. A whisper of cold spread across my cheek and was gone.

A pressure was growing like a living, breathing thing inside of me, ready to burst out of my pores. If I could get that one tiny bit closer against him, I’d be there. I screamed as I fell over that edge of intense sensation and his mouth closed over mine groaning into my scream.

His changed his position, as my legs clamped around his invading body, milking him, until he lost that rhythm and faltered. I watched his own orgasm take him as his body jerked over and over. My hands were clutching his ass, pulling him against my pelvis, as my own orgasm shuddered to its end.

His threw back his head with one final jerk of his body and opened his eyes. There was something primal in his expression. Surprise and wonder were there too. He leaned in, taking my mouth in a languid kiss, our bodies joined as one. He touched my face as he curled against me and laid his head on my chest. We both tried to slow our breathing.

“Hannah, your heart is racing. What have I done?” He sat up.

I put my hand on his chest and laughed. “Your heart is thundering too. Believe me it’s all part of the process. I’m still trembling. That was beyond amazing.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t spend the time to explore you more.”

“If that’s the short version, I’m not sure I’d survive the long version.”

“Oh, I’ll make sure you do.” He blew across my breast where I was now damp and it felt heavenly. He ran his hand lightly over my sweaty body, and dipped his head down to take the breast closest to him into his mouth.

“You are salty and taste of sex and woman. I already crave the taste of you.” I was so sensitive it made me tingle and my groin tighten in response. I nearly arched off the bed. He seemed invigorated. “I’ll draw us a bath.”

When I could move again, I joined him. He’d found two bottles of water, handing me one. Twisting on the faucet to the tub, he sat on the ledge. He adjusted the temperature and when it was about halfway, he got in. I noticed he’d set down a condom as well as his water bottle.

“You think you’re going to get lucky again. I want to soak, Takeshi.”

“We can both get what we want. We have twenty-four hours and then we don’t know how long we’ll have to wait to be together again.”

“And already playing the sympathy card. You shouldn’t need to use that card. Ever.”

He beckoned me to join him. I let my eyes linger on his perfect body, the muscular chest and upper arms, flat stomach and slim hips. His sex, partially hidden, was already growing hard again.

I got into the warm water and sat in front. Leaning my back against him, I was able to stretch out my legs. He turned on the jets to the lowest setting. We lay in silence for a while as I sank down into the tub.

“We should have put on music,” I said.

“I’m listening to you right now. You’re full of wonderful sounds.” His lips were at my left ear and his voice rumbled.

“You mean I talk too much.”

“No, I was thinking of more intimate sounds.” He brought his arms down around my waist and slid his right hand to cover my most sensitive area.

His fingers teased and thrummed against my sex in a steady pulse of sensation that matched the pulse of the jets, until I writhed, willing him to continue. I purred and wanted to be able to touch him, but he kept me in front, letting my bottom dance against his erection. Through the haze of my own pleasure, I concentrated on pressing myself against him to the rhythm of his skillful fingers plunging inside me. My breath was ragged as I came unexpectedly, a silent scream that set me trembling and breathless.

He shifted position so that I was sideways in his arms and he looked down into my face. “I’m sorry I couldn’t see your face as you came. Your features, the sounds as you come, are so erotic. I’ll be able to live on those things for a long time.”

I rested a moment, but I was in a position now where I could touch him. Not one to waste opportunity, I used my mouth along slick skin to descend from his lips to his chest. As I progressed lower he moved up, allowing me access to more of his body. Licking the water from his chest, I teased and sucked his nipples until they were hard pebbles, biting them gently. His cock stirred and jerked against me. My hand caressed his abdomen as fingertips traced his hips and followed the triangle of his hair. I touched his cock and it sprang into my hand. Water shed from his body when he sat on the edge of the tub, offering his sex to me. I laid my head against his thigh, kneeling between his legs. With my fingertips I pushed the length of him up and used my tongue to glide a slow path along the underside of his shaft, worrying the groove at the head of his cock until he groaned. I took the tip in my mouth and let my tongue trace its dimensions as I held his sac in my hands, my finger massaging that small area below his testes. I did this many times, using his breathing as my guide.

He was right about sex noises, they are erotic. The texture and taste of him on my tongue was worth savoring and the sounds of his erratic breathing amplified the sensation. Sliding him deep into my mouth, he rocked against my teeth, making a small gasping noise. My finger at the base of his cock slid in rhythm to each rocking motion. He filled my mouth completely, and my hand held the last few inches while I used intense suction until he rose off the ledge.

His hands were in my hair, holding me back from plunging him into my mouth again. “No, I want to be inside you,” he said gruffly.

He drew himself from my mouth and came forward on the ledge of the tub, guiding me out of the water.

I fumbled to open the condom with wet hands and he impatiently took it from me, tearing it open with his teeth and putting it on.

I straddled him, lowering myself slowly onto his shaft, still slick from the climax he’d given me. His eyes blazed with desire as he watched his body enter mine. He pulled me down hard against him, using my hips as his handhold until he gasped and I sighed. I lifted off him and he brought me back down, a ballet of building sound and sensation. I watched his expression as he plunged into me. I squeezed down with each stroke.

Takeshi showed his growing pleasure as our bodies connected in this primal dance. He leaned my upper body back and his head came down as his wide mouth took as much of my breast as he could and

started sucking until it was a continuous pull, making my groin tighten and twitch in response. I had to hold onto his neck as we slammed against each other. I moaned in a building crescendo, the pleasure growing, my climax so close. I screamed and fell helpless against him, unable to control my body. His orgasm joined mine in seconds. His head fell against my neck as he pulled me up against him with no space between us.

“Do you hear the music, Hannah?”

He laughed and it was a joyful sound. He used his long leg to reach the drain and pushed it with his toes so the water emptied. With me still in his lap, he leaned over and turned on the water again. I started to move off him, but he held me in place.

He slid down the edge of the tub until we were once again in warm water. I squeezed my groin against him and he laughed. “I’m a selfish man, but I’ll let you rest for a while.”

The water was still running into the bath as he reached up and pulled a spray handle out of the faucet.

This man was amazing. He began to shampoo my hair, his fingers tracing the scar from my surgery. He slowly washed me as if he were performing a ceremony. He spent an inordinate amount of time at my breast. I was bountifully endowed and pleased to know he appreciated that. By the time he finished, I suspected he knew every scar, curve, dent and extra ounce of fat on my body.

I followed him back into the bedroom and watched him pull the cover off. I crawled in between the sheets, feeling limp and exquisitely tired. I was happy in this moment and that terrified me. So I pushed away all thoughts of what the future might hold and let my body soak in his heat. I reveled in the awareness of him lying naked against me, his scent enveloping me in spicy musk.

I woke up warm and tender in odd places with someone curled against me. I gazed down at Takeshi’s arm lying across my hip and abdomen, hand still at my breast. I moved back far enough to face him. His features were completely relaxed and I knew I needed to imprint that look forever in my mind.

I pushed away the morning recriminations that rushed into my head. Reminding myself it was these twenty-four hours and then it was gone. Enjoy each moment and hold them for the rest of my life. I could do that. He was a gifted lover and it had been all pleasure.

Sliding out of the bed as quietly as possible, I glanced around and smiled at the various blankets and clothing strewn about. I found his sweater, discarded in the middle of the room, so I slipped it on and decided I’d go to the other bathroom so I wouldn’t disturb his slumber.

It was nine a.m. and I was thirsty and hungry. I stared in the mirror at my hair, which had escaped from any normal shape, and wet it down before I padded into the kitchen in search of food and drink.

Opening a container of Chinese food, I heard a key in the back door. Surprised, I turned to watch as a young woman let herself in, obviously knowing her way around. She flipped on the lights, then stared at me.

She was tall, blonde and in her early twenties. I hated her.

“Well isn’t this awkward.” I raised my hand and decided I didn’t want to talk with the girlfriend, ex or otherwise. I ran to the bedroom and tried not to cry.

I shook Takeshi as hard as I could. “Wake up, Shimodo. Your girlfriend’s in the kitchen.”

He rolled me over until he was on top and tried to kiss me. I covered my mouth with the back of my hand and tried to push away from him.

“I’m serious. There’s a girl in the kitchen. She let herself in.”

“And she told you she was my girlfriend?”

“Tall, twenty, blonde and cute as hell. No, I figured that one out all on my own. How many keys do you have out?” I asked bitterly.

“The one to my cleaning lady and Nico. Tom had one of course.” He smiled at me. “You were so jealous you were ready to scratch my eyes out.” He leaned down and this time I allowed him to kiss me.