Chapter 3 – Welcome Home

The cabbie dropped
Misao that
night on the front steps of a charming old brownstone in a subdued part
of
town, well away from the hustle of the commercial district. It left her
 pleasantly surprised to find out that he
lived
here, she always thought guys of Aoshi’s ilk lived in ritzy penthouses
in the
most expensive part of the city. Nevertheless, she liked it. She just
hoped
that they wouldn’t disturb any neighbors this weekend. It didn’t bode
well to
dwell on what kinds of embarrassment would the two of them be put
through if
something like that happened!

Grinning to herself,
she walked
up the steps with her package and a carryall and rapped smartly on the
cast
iron dragon doorknocker. There was a small buzz, and then the door
opened
automatically, revealing Aoshi shirtless and wearing a loose pair of
drawstring
pants that rode well below his hips, emphasizing his sleekly muscle
toned body
to great advantage. His eyes seemed to be like chips of ice blue
silver, boring
into her with an intensity that could be felt even with all her clothes
on. Her
mouth went dry and she stood there, taking his whole, handsomeness in,
feeling
the beginnings of heat pooling low in her body.

Aoshi smiled slowly,
sensually,
and beckoned her to come in. Mesmerized, she followed, closing the door
softly
behind her.

“What, no welcome
kiss?” Aoshi
said, practically purring. He closed the distance between them and
leaned a
hand over her shoulder on the door. Misao turned her face up to his and
closed
her eyes, delighted at this new, freer Aoshi. His lips touched hers
fleetingly,
dipping in to taste her pink lips, and withdrawing. Surprised, her eyes
flew
open and she found his face inches away from hers, roguishly grinning
before he
swooped down and claimed her lips in a crushing, hard kiss. It was like
pure
raw passion wrapped in dynamite. Misao could not stand the assault but
just as
she was about to crumple to the ground, the assault stopped.

Aoshi smiled in
satisfaction as
he looked into Misao’s dazed eyes. It was payback time for all the
nights he
dreamed of her, for consuming him in need. Consciously, he knew it
wasn’t her
fault that he almost had no control over his hormones, yet a small part
of him inside
needed to know that she needed him just as much as he needed her. He
stepped
back, allowing her to breathe, her chest heaving slightly under her
overcoat. She
was still hanging on to her stuff, he noticed. He took them from her,
taking
note that she brought dark chocolate ice cream for desert. Perfect for
what he
had next in mind.

Misao took a minute to
focus. She
knew she was already damp. Damn how can I
even think of stretching it?! I can barely control myself and that was
just a
kiss! Finally, consciousness replaced the passion induced haze she
was in. It
was time to take control. She took in her surroundings, seeing that it
was mostly
open areas defined by arched openings and ceilings. His house was a
work of art,
but at the moment, it was the man himself that occupied her thoughts.
She removed
her shoes and padded over to him in the kitchen, going around the ultra
modern high
breakfast bar counter to the equally modern working area with sink on
the other
side. She leaned on one hip against it, just leisurely looking at Aoshi
place
away the ice cream and get some ice for the ice bucket near her.

“Like the dessert?” She
asked
coquettishly, playing with a stray lock of her that came loose from her
braid.

Aoshi closed the door
to his
refrigerator and turned around, reaching around Misao for the ice
bucket, still
smiling. Trying to be in control, are
you? Let’s see just how long you can last…

“Of course. You know
how I like…”
His gaze went provocatively below Misao’s waist. “sweet things.”

“Is that right? But you
haven’t
even seen the topping yet…” Misao put her lips into what she hoped was
a sultry
pout. It made her look even more like a kid, but that was exachow how
Aoshi got
hooked anyway. His smile turned decidedly wolfish as he decided to let
Misao
play her little teasing game. He leaned back on the opposite counter.

“So where is it? Show me.” He
demanded softly,
becoming more and more aroused at just the mere sight of what she was
doing.

Her hands went to the
sash of
her beige overcoat, and she shrugged it off, showing a deceptively
simple sleeveless
blood red wraparound dress that stopped mid thigh. She strode over to
him, the
tie holding her dress swaying lightly.

“You gotta unwrap it
first…”
Misao stopped a foot away and held out one end of the tie to him. He
took it
and tugged slightly, causing the ribbon to give way and part in the
center, and
as he let go, the dress slithered off her and fell into a pool around
her feet.
She was completely naked under the dress, and with a brand new
Brazilian bikini
wax to boot. His heart started thudding a mile a minute as he stared at
her
nether region.

“So now what do you
think of
dessert?” Misao asked teasingly, although her senses were already heady
from
just having him stare at her naked while he still had his pants on.

After a long time, he
simply
drew her to him and kissed her deeply, his tongue demanding entrance as
he bit
and nipped at her lips. He picked her up by the waist and strode over
purposely
to the refrigerator, opening it and then turning Misao around to face
the cold
air that blasted through.

Misao’s already
sensitized skin
got even more so as one of Aoshi’s started fondling her breasts in
front of the
ref, rolling her already hard nipples in his thumb and forefinger,
while the other
reached for the ice cream container, and his mouth was busy nuzzling
her neck.
His arousal was pressing hard against her back and he was rubbing
himself on
her too. How like him to be a multitasker
was her last coherent thought before her mind went blank with
desire.

She didn’t know exactly
how she
got there, but somehow he managed to put her on top of the breakfast
bar
because it was another erotic shock that struck her as her clit touched
the
metal surface of the counter.

Aoshi growled low in
hiroatroat
as he ordered her to lean back on her elbows, and Misao was too happy
to comply
with every demand because she was already shivering with need, the need
for
sexual release.

As she leaned back,
Aoshi sat
on a bar stool and lifted her feet into his lap. He had a view of her
pink
folds dewy with renewed dampness which sent his senses into overdrive
but he
ignored them for a moment, promising his hormones mentally that if he
waits, it
will not only be good but fantastic.  

“Now this what I
missed…” He
said gruffly as he tried to contain himself.

He then reached for the
ice
cream on the counter and dipped two fingers in it, coming away with a
liberal
amount clinging to them. He smeared the ice cream onto surface of her
womanhood,
delighting in her gasp with shock as the cold seeped into her heated
skin. He
stared at how the ice cream stood out against her skin, and after
considering
it for a moment, lifted her hips and pressed the whole length of his
tongue on
her. He slid it upwards, and downwards, and passion took over as he
started
tasting her wildly, enjoying the taste which was uniquely hers.

Misao started breathing
in
short gasps. What is he doing?! Ah… I… Words
failed even her thoughts as the contrast between the heat of his tongue
lapping
away at the cold ice cream drove her into a frenzy. She twisted and
arched her
back, almost sitting up then burrowing her hands in his hair. She went
even
wilder, screaming as she exploded in his mouth the moment he slid his
tongue
inside her, exploring.

Aoshi wasn’t finished
yet. She
tasted tangy and sweet, and his nerves went on instinct to keep
suckling and
lapping away at the honey she was spewing out in pleasure. As he kept
on going,
he felt her rolling into another orgasm and decided it was time to get
some for
himself too. He bit her inner thigh and slid her quickly off the
counter,
turning around and slamming her roughly into column behind him, knowing
that
they were past caring of the pain he caused her. He planted his mouth
on her
breast and suckled while he struggled to remove his pants. Finally,
they tore
and his penis went flying free. He lifted Misao high and drove himself
fully in
her, while she wrapped her legs around him.

Aoshi nearly exploded
as he
felt her tighten around him. Their hips pumped faster and faster in a
wild
sexual rhythm and finally, Misao got her second orgasm for that night
screaming Aoshi's name and Aoshi
soon followed in her wake uttering hoarse cries. As the throes of
passion shook off, exhausted, they both slid down the column still
tangled in each other’s arms and gave in to arms of sleep on
the kitchen floor.