Nadia

It was Sunday. I usually took Sunday as a day of reflection, a time to rest and renew. To take stock of what happened the past week and what, if anything, to change. This day was different. I had spent the last thirty-six hours in the company of one woman, Nadia. We had shared several experiences. At this moment, she lay next to me in bed.

Once more, black hair decorated her face and shoulders. Words had passed between us. Words like love. I had relationships in the best that seemed serious, but not like this. Nadia occupied enormous amounts of my thinking. We had spent much time together in the past months. Make certain to meet at least once a day. I always looked forward to our rendezvous. When I was with Nadia, I felt complete, a whole person, wanting for nothing.

Nadia began to stir. Once more our warm and naked bodies remained intertwined, holding on to one another. What would today hold for us? And the coming days, weeks, and months? How would I introduce my thoughts to her? What would be her response? I know she loves me. Was I becoming too serious? Did she feel as I did?

Nadia stirred once again. This morning, I did crush her to me. I held her tight as if any moment she may slip from my grasp. Nadia turned her head to mine, and we kissed. Not a little good morning peck or a nice to see you kiss, but a full deep lingering kiss. The kind that takes your breath away and leaves you dizzy.

Nadia crawled and sat on my stomach, and we continued the kiss. Her breasts brushing and rubbing against my chest. My head held between her hands. Our lips pressed hard together. I put my hands around her waist and held on tight. We continued our kiss. I have never experienced one like it before. I was a new sensation.

Was she taking the life from me or giving to me anew? I did not know and now I did not care. I only knew it was Nadia and it was all I wanted. Her body slid down my torso. My cock went to and into her vagina. Oh, did she feel wonderful. Nadia moved rhythmically on my cock while in the same tempo, I pushed into her. We remained in our kiss, breathing as best we could, neither wanting to break. At last, we could take our kiss no more and broke to gasp in the air we needed.

The motion continued, rocking, and pushing. Nadia pushed against me hard, her back arched and she cried out in ecstasy. Her vagina pulsing in rhythm around my cock until I could take no more. I let go inside her and pushed into her as far as I was able.

Nadia fell across my chest, and I pressed her body tight against mine. We kissed once more, a lingering kiss.

Nadia spoke.

"Now where did this get us the last time?"

Without hesitation, I answered.

"Right where I wanted to be."

Nadia spoke.

"I'm hungry and I would like for you to go out and find some onion bagels."

I spoke.

"Very well, but it will cost you."

Nadia just giggled.

I got out of bed, grabbed a quick shower, dressed and was heading out the door.

Nadia skipped over before I left, gave me a kiss, and spoke.

"Hurry back lover."

As you wish my darling.

I am sure how or when I made it down the stairs, or out the door, or to the bakery. The clerk asked what I would like today, and it was if he spoke a foreign language. I struggled to remember what I was there for.

I stammered.

"May I please have onion bagels?

The clerk replied.

"How many sir?"

My mind was in a fog.

I spoke.

"Uh.......... I do not know............. four?"

The clerk answered and seemed amused at my bewilderment.

"Yes sir."

I hurried back to the apartment. I was giddy, not like me at all, I thought. Finally, I was back to the apartment, and I rushed up the step. I burst in the door and greeted by the smell of bacon frying in my cast iron skillet. The moka pot with its magic elixir.

Nadia stood by the stove clad only in an apron.

I asked.

"I have an apron?"

Nadia replied sarcastically.

"I'm not frying bacon in the nude."

I laughed and responded.

"Hmmm, I see your point."

I said and went over to stand behind her. I place my hands on her beautiful round ass and then moved my hands to her waist.

Nadia spoke.

"Pour the coffee please and make it the way I like."

" With chocolate on the bottom and cream on the top."

Nadia spoke.

"Toast the bagels darling and how many eggs would you like?

I spoke.

"Yes, I will and two please."

Breakfast was wonderful. I do not know how she did it, but the eggs tasted like Greek food we had before. After breakfast, we cleared away the dishes and cleaned the kitchen.

Nadia spoke.

"I'm going to shower."

With that, the apron dropped and off she went. I heard the shower begin and after a few moments, I went to watch her. Nadia washed her hair and rubbed soap over her gorgeous body. I watched silently. I loved to watch her, whatever she was doing. The shower stopped and Nadia stepped out to find me waiting with a large towel in hand.

Nadia spoke in mock shock.

"How long have you been standing there watching me, you naughty man?"

I grinned and spoke.

"Long enough to admire the view for an extended period of time."

With that, I wrapped her in the towel to dry her. Another towel for her hair and, as before, she remained naked.

Nadia requested.

"Play some music please."

I went to my computer and mused over my choices. Ah, Diana Krall for a Sunday morning would be fine. Her smooth alto voice began to croon through the apartment. Nadia smiled at my choice.

Once more, she wandered my apartment, taking stock of the books and other treasures I possessed. I sat on the sofa and reentered one of my books. This day it was the Memoirs of Hector Berlioz. Nadia would walk about, sometimes listening, other times looking at my books. We did not have to talk all the time. There was comfort between us. We were happy just to be in the same room.

I spoke.

"Is there something you would like to do today?"

Nadia's quiet reply.

"No, I'm happy with what we are doing."

With that, Nadia sat next to me on the sofa, and we were just "together." It was blissful.

Sunday afternoon passed in quiet existence. We sat next to one another, just being. Quietly, Nadia said she needed to return to her apartment. I did not want her to leave, and I believe she did not want to go as well. But Monday morning meant a return to our respective jobs and time apart. Nadia dressed and prepared to leave.

I spoke.

"I will take you home and make sure you are safely there."

She smiled and spoke.

"Yes, please."

I must confess, it was one of the hardest things I have ever done, walking to her home. But I did because I wanted her safely there and was unwilling to leave any of that to chance.

I spoke.

"I must see you tomorrow, if you tell me when and where, I will be there."

Nadia spoke.

"Oh, my darling, I must see you as well, six-thirty at our favorite wine shop if you please."

I whispered.

"The time will pass too slowly until then my love."

She whispered back.

"Yes, may darling, until then."

And then, she was gone from my sight. I was desolate. The walk home was long, lonely, and tiresome. The apartment was a tomb without her. I wandered my apartment, the scent of cinnamon and vanilla clinging in the air. I was exhausted but could not bring myself to sleep in the empty bed we had occupied earlier. It was not right in my mind. I lay down on the sofa and slept a fitful sleep the entire night.

Tomorrow was a lifetime away.