Nadia

The dawn was beginning to gently fill the apartment with soft light. The bedroom was far from any windows. Nadia lay next to me. Our bodies entangled in sleep, and we could be no closer. Her head was on my shoulder. Nadia breathed slowly, gently, and rhythmically in her sleep. I remained motionless so as not to disturb her. This moment, I wanted to cherish and savor for as long as possible. I gazed down at Nadia. She was picturesque like no one I had ever known. Her black hair falling lightly across my chest and her shoulders. Skin so incredibly soft and smooth, with a slight glow. I desired so to crush her to me but was unwilling to awaken her.

I said to myself,

'Be still, relish the moment."

The sun did rise, the light grew in intensity, and the city stirred to life. It was Saturday, we had nowhere to go, nothing to do if we wished. Nadia began to stir. She looked up at me and smiled. Then, she lay her head back on my shoulder and I didn't think it possible, but she squeezed in even closer. These moments, these precious moments, they seared into my mind, never to leave. But arise we did, to begin a new day.

Nadia spoke.

"Could we please shower together?"

I responded.

"Yes."

All I could manage was a grateful smile.

We tumbled out of bed, and I went to gather towels and the other necessities we would need. The water began to flow and the steam to rise. Into the cubical we went and immersed in the hot water. Our bodies are now slick with the liquid flow. I had planned and purchased shower gel for Nadia that was rich with the scent of vanilla. She allowed me to wash her entirely. Slowly, I moved over to her and cleansed each spot. Nadia would purr or giggle, depending on where I was working. It was obvious she was enjoying the attention and I thoroughly loved doing this for her. Nadia was covered with soap and bubbles. I was a little excited as I looked at her, and a little embarrassed. I took the shower in hand and began to rinse her off, the warm water flowed down each curve. Breath taking.

"Your turn" she announced.

Nadia began to "soap me up."

She was more aggressive than I had been with her. She squeezed and massaged soap and water into each inch of my body. At one point in my life, the shower was just a place to cleanse, but no longer. Nadia continued to work on my body and now, I was overly excited and standing at attention.

It was my intent to take her there and then, but she waggled a finger in my face and spoke.

"Not just yet, you need to wait."

My head was starting to swim, but wait, I did. Nadia took the shower head and began to rinse me. The hot water felt wonderful. Nadia felt sublime. She turned off the shower and we stepped out.

I took a very large towel and began to dry her. When I had finished, Nadia returned the favor. I had another surprise in store for Nadia. I had found the almond oil she used, you remember, with cinnamon and vanilla. She wrapped the towel around her hair, and I began to apply the oil to her skin. Nadia purred with satisfaction.

Nadia spoke.

"What's for breakfast around here?"

I spoke.

"I have another taste treat from my past for you."

With that, I put on a pair of shorts and a T shirt and went to the kitchen.

I rattled around the kitchen and proceeded to get out my cast iron cookware. It is all I use.

The coffee choice today would be Café Cubano. The moka pot was set to work and I began to cook my grandmother's recipe for biscuits and gravy.

My grandmother always used whole milk, unbleached flour, and lard. Who was I to change her recipe? Things progressed quickly in the kitchen. While I was busy, Nadia padded through my apartment with only a towel around her head. It was difficult to concentrate on what I was supposed to be doing. Slowly, she looked through the many books I had about. At any given time, I have a dozen or so with bookmarks. Nadia picked one book and brought it to the kitchen.

Nadia spoke.

"Read something from this for me."

I replied.

"Of course,"

I read aloud from a book.

"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.

I love you simply, without problems or pride:

I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this,

in which there is no I or you,

so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,

so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close."

― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets. XVII

When I had finished, Nadia stood silently. She had a questioning look upon her face. I was not able to see how or what she was thinking.

Nadia asks.

"Do you love me like this?"

My answer was simple and straight forward.

"Yes."

Nadia fell into my waiting arms. Her breathing was quick and shallow.

Nadia whispered.

"I wanted it to be so."

I spoke.

"There is only you, there is room for nothing else."

We kissed deeply, but it was different this time, so much better than before.

Breakfast was ready. I sat Nadia down at the table (she was still clad in just a towel on her hair.

Nadia asks.

"What is this?"

I spoke.

"This would be my grandmother's recipe for biscuits and sausage gravy, she taught me this when I was young and just learning my way around the kitchen."

I put everything on the table and poured demitasse cups of Café Cubano. Once more, it was my turn to surprise Nadia with tastes she had not had before. It is a grand pleasure to prepare and share food with someone that appreciates it. Grandmother always said this was nothing special, simple food for simple people. Her cooking was always the best she could offer and prepared with love. We finished our meal and sat for a long while, just sipping coffee.

I spoke.

"Nadia, please come sit in my lap, I want to be closer to you."

She did so without hesitation.

Nadia spoke.

"I like the way you make me feel when I sit here,"

"I am safe, cared for, desired and loved."

I whispered.

"Slip into my embrace, but you are not safe from me."

Then I kissed her once more. It was long, enthusiastic, and deep.

Nadia whispered.

"Take me back to bed."

I picked her up in my arms and carried her gently to the bed. The towel fell off along the way and then we were there. Nadia did not speak, but her eyes, deep pools of green, said all she wanted. I lay her down on the bed and began to kiss, suck, and lick her body. It was my intent to leave no part of her untouched. I did all these things from the crown of her head to the soles of her feet. Working my way back up, I stopped between her legs. Licking, kissing, and sucking her vagina until she reached her orgasm. Nadia pulled me up to her and we made love. She put her hands on my ass and pulled me into her. We worked together in rhythm, and I pushed into her and released.

We lay together for some time. It was wonderful.

Later, Nadia spoke.

"Let's go out and do some shopping and walking around."

By the time we were ready, it was early afternoon. Nadia dressed in a pale-yellow broom skirt, and she had appropriated one of my white dress shirts for a top. Only a few buttons used, and the shirt was open. It showed much of her cleavage. I also knew she wore nothing underneath her outfit. Her dark areola showed through the material. We were out of the door and our adventure began.

I lost track of all the time, and I did not care. I was with Nadia, and it was all I wanted. We were in and out of shops and covered every spectrum of items. This day was different than the days we had spent together. We walked hand in hand or arm in arm. Not speaking much, but always smiling. I had the impression Nadia was looking for something, but I was not sure what.

A few times, she would go into a shop and asked me to stay outside and wait. I was fine with that. The afternoon drifted on with many stops and more packages. The early evening found us in small café. We sat outside near the wall of the building. It was a nice spot, and Nadia sat against the wall. I sat facing Nadia and it was a prime view.

Our server has brought a suitable selection of meats and cheeses to nibble on. The assortment included capicola, a Spanish chorizo, some English cheddars, and a few French varieties of cheese as well. With this, there was hearth baked bread cut into small bite sized slices.

The crowning achievement in our little feast was a Cabernet Sauvignon. It had a dark fruity taste, lots of tannins, and was very dry. I love it when you take a sip and all the moisture pulled from your tongue. We sat, we ate, we drank, and we talked. Nadia wore a mischievous grin and her eyes twinkled; I knew she was up to something.

Periodically she would lean in toward me. Nadia's breasts would fall into view, but only mine. She was teasing me and loving it. When she thought no one was looking, Nadia would pull her skirt up her legs. She would show herself and quickly throw the material back down. Endless giggling would follow. Nadia was driving me crazy, and she knew it.

Nadia spoke.

"Purchase some of this Cabernet to take with us."

That done and the feast paid for, we set out for my apartment. On our arrival, the package dropped. I opened some wine for us, and we sat to relax a bit.

Nadia spoke.

"Read something for me from the book earlier today."

I read aloud.

"Love, how often I loved you without seeing-

Without remembering you,

Not recognizing your glance, not knowing you, a gentian

In the wrong place, scorching in the hot noon,

But I loved only the smell of the wheat.

Or maybe I saw you, imagined you lifting a wineglass

In Angol, by the light of the summer's moon;

Or were you the waist of that guitar I strummed

In the shadows, the one that rang like an impetuous sea?

I loved you without knowing I did; I searched to remember you.

I broke into houses to steal your likeness,

Though I already knew what you were like, and, suddenly,

When you were there with me I touched you, and my life

Stopped: you stood before me, you took dominion like a queen:

Like a wildfire in the forest, and the flame is your dominion."

100 Hundred Love Sonnets, Pablo Neruda, XXII

Once more Nadia was silent for a time. I have never known one affected by words in this way before. She understood each word and took it to heart. It was a moving experience for her. I was moved by watching her. This was indeed a rare woman, one of deep understanding and passion. A woman that remarkable stories written for and about. A legend to recall over and again. Nadia remained thoughtful and came over to sit next to me. She leaned against me heavily and I cradled her in my arms.

We sat for a time, no words, no sound at all except for our breathing. The wine continued to flow.

Nadia spoke.

"I have something for you. I will need some time to prepare. While I do this, you need to find some music for me. Something gritty and grinding. You can do this? Yes?"

I spoke.

"What are you up to?"

Knowing I would not receive an answer.

Instead, I got the mischievous smile and the twinkling green eyes once more.

Nadia spoke.

"One more thing, please put one of the kitchen chairs, here in the middle of the room."

I replied.

"As you wish"

I am uncertain of the amount of time that passed as I waited. It was more time than I would have liked, and I was curious as to what she was up to.

Finally, I heard Nadia call from the bedroom area.

"I am ready, would you please begin the music. Then, sit in the chair and I will be right there."

The music began. I had selected an artist by the name of Samantha Fish. It was gritty and bluesy. Nadia came into my view. My mouth dropped open once again. There she stood in white heels, a matched set of white Lycra panties and bralette. I could see by the gleam on her skin that she had found the almond oil once more. As she came closer, the scent of cinnamon and vanilla filled the air and my head. Nadia had teased her hair and it stood out from her head.

She walked in tempo to the music, leaned down by my ear and whispered,

"Are you ready, my darling?"

"Yup!!" I squeaked out.

Nadia began her dance, writhing in front of me, then behind me, and always out of reach. I attempted to touch her once.

Nadia whispered.

"Not yet my darling."

"No hands, until I say so. Understand?" she commanded.

"Yes" I gulped.

The music continued and Nadia danced. The movements became more exaggerated as she moved closer to me. Soon, but not soon enough, her body began to rub against mine.

Nadia spoke.

"Take off your shirt."

I complied.

Now, her oiled skin polished against mine with arms, breasts, legs, back and butt alternating. Nadia began to massage my lap with her beautiful round behind. I was growing weaker by the moment. The bralette was flung into my face and Nadia's breasts danced in front of my eyes.

The music was getting louder and faster. Nadia turned, faced me, and sat full in my lap. Her thighs against mine and she began to grind against me. She placed her arms on my shoulders, moving back and forth.

Nadia spoke.

"Look into my eyes."

I was held strongly by her gaze.

Nadia's mouth hung open and her breath was rhythmic like the music. She pressed against me harder still. I could take no more, I exploded in my pants. Nadia remained in my lap and held me until I relaxed.

Nadia asks.

"Well, my darling, was that worth the wait?"

My breathy reply.

"Yes, my dear, and so much more."

Nadia spoke.

"Let's clean you up now, come with me."

Off to the bathroom we went and removed the rest of my clothing. Nadia took a warm washcloth and wiped me off, then gently dried me.

Nadia spoke.

"Better now?"

I answered.

"Yes, my darling, yes."

Nadia removed what remained of her outfit and led me to the bed.

She spoke.

"Use your tongue on me, make me orgasm with it."

With that she lay back and opened her legs for me. The music still played in the background, and I used it as my rhythm. Nadia moved in kind. I continued to lick, suck, and kiss her vagina. Nadia ran her fingers through my hair and stroked my face. She was getting close now and I increased my tempo. Once more she held my mouth against her as Nadia orgasmed. Considering this activity, I was hard once again.

Nadia spoke.

"Do it now."

I crawled on her and then went in her. Still the music played, and we did our motions in tandem. It was a duet performed by those familiar with one another. The music reached its climax and so did we. Finally, we collapsed on the bed, tired, sweaty, but very satisfied.