Wasabi Heat (5 page)

Nadia wrapped her legs around him, holding him there and she groaned in delight. Her salty skin mixed with his. He loved the taste of her. She rubbed her lips, as if touching where he‟d kissed her would make it better, and said, “Let‟s go to my bedroom.”

He paused, but she pushed him back. She hopped off the washer, and with a seductive glance over her shoulder, unbuttoned her skirt. She took another few steps, and unzipped it until she stepped out of it completely.

An equally black thong parted the generous, firm globes of her bottom. Zen had to remind himself to close his mouth. He had never before spied a bottom like that.

“Wow.”

Nadia giggled, but it came out throaty and damn it made his rod more rigid with need. “If you like this, wait until it comes off completely.”

He did not need prompting. With speed he followed her through the kitchen, up the stairs and to the first bedroom on the right. She lay on a sea of mauve covers. A soft light fell across Nadia‟s nakedness. She pushed herself up on her elbows and said, “Hello, stud.”

Zen smiled and walked over to the bed.

In haste, he undressed, shoving his pants down to his ankles. He kicked off his shoes and then stepped out of his pants. With a fast snatch, he removed the tee-shirt. He had never moved so swiftly in all his life, but then, he had never been so motivated.

“Ready or not, here I come,” he said, making her chuckle. “Not yet you haven‟t,” Nadia retorted.

He climbed in, and the bed gave beneath his weight. He found her, taking her mouth at once in a kiss. He liked her fire and resumed what he had started in her laundry room. He lay beside her and they kissed briefly, but Nadia wanted more than kisses. She handed him a wrapper. A condom. Swiftly, he tugged on the condom and kissed her lightly again. She pushed him onto his back, and sat up beside him. On her knees, she rubbed his cock between her soft hands. Zen pushed her off him and rolled her onto her

back, the force causing her head to bounce off the pillow. He pressed his mouth against hers, passion causing him to bruise them both. Straddling her, their lips still locked, he took her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger and began to twist, applying pressure so that she moaned in ecstasy as much as in pain. With the fingers on his left hand he penetrated her pussy causing her to arch her back. He massaged her clit and felt her convulse beneath him.

“I want you inside me.” she commanded, and he removed his hands from her body. He shoved his cock inside her wet pussy and began to thrust.

He had never been with a woman who voiced her desires. It made him even harder. Sweat began to drip off his brow as he moved himself in and out of her. She moaned and grabbed for his chest. With he nails she dug into his skin, leaving behind a reminder of their time together.

With every breath and moan, Zen felt as if he would explore. He could not think of anything except Nadia. Nadia. Nadia. Nadia. Her internal walls worked his cock, massaging it until he groaned in pure, unadulterated pleasure.

She bucked against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. Sweat slid down his face, and Nadia‟s breathing increased. With his own desire mounting, Zen sped up, answering her screams for more. How could he possibly leave her bed tonight—if ever? How could he simply walk away from her?

At that moment, her legs locked around him, her heels digging into his buttocks. “Oh hell! Oh, YES!” Nadia screamed and buried her nails into his back.

Her heels bit into his buttocks with such force, he knew he‟d feel that every time he sat. Her vice-like pussy latched onto him, and he gasped as the orgasm roared through him. He came so hard, he saw stars. Nadia‟s heat exploded over him like the first lick of wasabi. Fast, furious and powerful, Nadia‟s lovemaking had ruined his need for any other woman—ever.

His entire being had joined with her. The small bud he and Nadia nurtured had opened wide in full bloom.

“That was fantastic,” Zen whispered as he withdrew from her. “Thank you, Nadia.”

She unlocked her legs and purred as she rolled onto her side. Zen liked watching her like that. He wanted to see her curl up like this, satisfaction on her face, every single day. The only way to make sure that happened was by being with her. He removed his phallus and the condom carefully. He climbed down from the bed, found the master bath and disposed of it. Washing his hands, he had that thought again, the image of his and Nadia‟s child. Grinning, he returned , and climbed into the bed.

Spooning against Nadia‟s warmth, he kissed her shoulder. “You are incredible, do you know this?” She smiled. “And I thought you didn‟t know any other adjectives.”

“
It buds
.”

--Japanese Proverb

Two Weeks Later

Nadia licked the droplets of sake from Zen‟s rippling abs. He laughed as her tongue glided over the tight muscles. Shirtless, propped up on his elbows, he spied Nadia‟s soft curls bent over his belly. She lay between the open V of his legs, and licked up the sake she‟d poured. Above a full moon hung from the sky. Halloween decorations hung from Nadia‟s patio door and along the fencing that separated her from her neighbors.

He wore a shirt when he had first arrived, but Nadia promptly stripped him out of it. The chilly October evening was held at bay by the outdoor heater. All around, the fire pit crackled with a soft fire, and he lay on a thick blanket.

“Ow!” he said, flinching. Nadia bit him.

“Sorry!”

“Come here,” he said. “Let‟s finish our meal.”

Nadia giggled and it made him instantly happy. She crawled over his legs and sat beside him. On a small table beside them, a takeout box of sushi sat opened. They had eaten some of it, but then became distracted, just as they always did. He and Nadia simply enjoyed each other in a way he had never thought he could ever enjoy someone. Their love continued to grow, a healthy bud. Two weeks had passed in bliss.

“Everything go okay at the restaurant tonight?” she asked before biting into a slice of tuna roll. “Yes, Ichiro decided to stay on,” he said, pulling her into his embrace. He held her with one arm,

and drank sake with the other.

“I know he said he was going to leave after the incident with Asuka,” Nadia said, her voice sobering. “I‟m glad to see he‟s come around.”

“He likes you,” Zen said. “He also saw Asuka‟s dishonorable behavior. He did not approve.”

“Well, good. I liked you,” she said and kissed him lightly on the mouth. She laced her fingers with his and after she swallowed, they laid down on the blanket. She tugged the cover over them. “The sky is amazing tonight.”

Zen smiled into her hair, and whispered, “Not as nearly as amazing as you.” He kissed her and tried to convey the love brimming inside him.

“I know it has not been very long, Nadia,” he said, lifting her hand to his lips. “I love you.” She gasped. “Zen…”

“Shush, you do not need to say anything,” he countered, his heart hammering so fast he did not know if he could hear her if she did speak.

“Zen, I love you too,” she said, so soft it touched his heart, but slammed into him like a hammer. “I‟ve been secretly in love with you for months.”

“Me as well,” he said and kissed her again. “My hot dollop of wasabi.” Nadia laughed. “Hot and spicy.”

“Show me,” Zen said. And she did.

The End.