The Rising Sun And The Morning Calm Ch 04

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Feeling more nervous than she had in a while, Angela knocked on Nobu's door. She swiped her hands against her skirt, frowning when she saw the cat hairs that clung stubbornly to the fibers of the matte jersey fabric. Crap, she'd forgotten to ask if he was allergic to cats. Before she could agonize over anything else the door opened and Nobu greeted her with a welcoming expression on his face. Momentarily dumbstruck again by the color of his eyes, she managed to squeak, "Hello."

Stepping aside, he motioned for her to come in. "[Okari nasai]," he said warmly. "It means-"

"Welcome," she finished for him. She enjoyed the fact that it was his turn to look surprised and decided to go one better. "[Shistore-shimase]."

"How do you know Japanese?" he asked, looking at her in wonder.

Amused at his shock, she tried to suppress a smile. "I told you, I watch a lot of Kurosawa, and anime. Oh, and I play a lot of video games, too." She paused to remove her heels and as she bent down, she could feel his eyes on her.

"[Kirei-desho]," he noted appreciatively, looking at her admiringly.

"[Domo], Nobu-san." It made her stomach flip to hear him say that. Trying to look composed, she looked around his condo. The large space had two levels with floor to ceiling windows that offered a gorgeous view of the lake and Millenium Park. It was tastefully decorated in a minimalist Japanese style. The soothing sounds of a custom built granite waterfall made for a very relaxing environment and she felt privileged to be invited into his home. "I bet the view from here is amazing on a nice day."

"It is beautiful, yes," he agreed, not taking his eyes off her. "You must come when the weather is better and see it for yourself."

His comfortable manner with her both warmed and perplexed her. To her knowledge the Japanese were traditionally quite reserved and Nobu was anything but. "A second date already?" she teased.

"Whatever you wish to call it. You are welcome back whenever you like." Smiling again, he turned and made his way into his kitchen, which was elegantly fitted out with marble and stainless steel.

As he set about slicing some fish, she noticed that he was attired in a long blue kimono jacket with black trim and a matching set of trousers. It looked very comfortable and suddenly she felt overdressed. Sensing her eyes on him, he looked up. "I should have dressed more casually," she apologized.

At first he wasn't sure what it was she meant, then looked down at what he was wearing. "No, no. You look lovely. It was my error for not telling you that I would be dressed as I usually am at home." Bowing slightly he added, "[Gomen-nasai]." When she smiled in return, he continued to cut the fish in front of him.

Angela wondered how it was she was going to tell him without being rude and decided that he probably would appreciate the honest approach. "Uh, Nobu?"

"[Hai]?"

"I...uh...I don't...eat fish." She winced a little at her admission.

An eyebrow went up over one blue eye. "You do not?"

"No...sorry."

Shaking his head, Nobu set down his knife. "I have been a bad host twice in one evening. It was my mistake for not asking you if you had any dietary restrictions."

Feeling bad about screwing up his menu, she walked over to him and put a hand on his arm. "Oh no, you're a wonderful host. I'm fine with just getting a pizza even. Do you like pizza?"

Placing his hand over hers, he looked at her with an expression she couldn't place. "Yes, I like it."

Feeling her face turn red, she slipped her hand out from under his and stepped back.

"I am sorry, have I offended you?"

He really was terribly handsome. With his long black hair, blue eyes and traditional dress, he cut quite the romantic figure. All he needed was a katana and he could have stepped off the set of Seven Samurai. "No, no, not at all. I'm just...ah...taking all this in."

Picking up his cell phone, Nobu leaned on the counter with one arm and dialed a number. "What do you like on your pizza?"

It was funny seeing him use a cell phone. It seemed so anachronistic for some reason. "Tomatoes and black olives." He shot her a thumbs up and placed the order. After hanging up, he ushered her into his living room. "Would you care for a drink?"

"Do you have regular soda?" She sat down on a buttery leather sofa and tucked her legs underneath her.

"I do." Walking to the kitchen he added, "I also have wine, beer, sake-"

"Nobu, I uh...I don't drink either." [Christ, I must sound so difficult,] she cringed.

He gave her another quizzical look. Pouring her a coke, he walked back and handed it to her. "What else do you not do, Angela-chan?" he asked, sitting across from her.

[Until today, go to random guys' apartments,] she thought silently. She was surprised to see him tilt his head as if he'd heard her thoughts. "Drugs, I don't smoke, that's all I can think of at the moment."

"You are a curious woman," he said with a bemused expression. For a while they talked about the standard first date topics. Nobu was apparently the founding member of a large international biotech company and he looked interested when he found out she was a psychiatrist. Extremely curious about her, he asked her many questions about her life. "Were you born here?"

"I was. I've lived here all my life." Obviously he had been born in Japan. His accent suited him.

Sipping his tea, he added, "But you speak Korean."

"I was raised by my [weh halmuni]. She only spoke Korean." She noticed that his face darkened a little. "Nobu, what is it?"

"I meant to ask you." He seemed to hesitate for the first time since she had met him. "Do you dislike the fact that I am Japanese?"

Puzzled by his question, she answered, "No. Why would I?"

"I know that the Japanese and Koreans do not have a...friendly history," he explained, considering his choice of words to be quite euphemistic. "After what they did to your people, it would not surprise me if you were bothered by the fact that I am Japanese."

Waving her hand dismissively, she laughed. "Nobu, that was years ago and I don't fault the current generation for mistakes made in the past." She set her empty glass down. "Besides, you don't really strike me as the imperialistic type."

Refilling her glass, he handed it to her and sat down, this time beside her. "I am glad to hear it." Looking at her face, he mused, "You have freckles."

Her pulse sped up noticeably at his being so close to her. "Yeah, I don't really like them."

Nobu looked genuinely surprised. "Why? They are beautiful."

"Yeah, everyone says that," she scoffed good naturedly, "but I can't wait until I can afford to have them removed."

Shaking his head gravely, Nobu objected, "I am afraid I cannot allow that."

She laughed – it was the usual response she got when she complained about them. "Okay, I promise I won't, for now." A few minutes passed with no words exchanged between them and she began to feel nervous under his steady gaze. "Where did you get your contact lenses?"

"I do not wear contact lenses," he replied. "I have better than 20 / 20 vision."

"Your eyes are naturally that color?"

"Indeed, they are."

Somehow without being aware of it, she saw that the distance between them had shrunken and he was now so close that she could practically feel his breath on her exposed skin. "Uh, Nobu..."

Leaning in, he inhaled deeply. "That is a lovely perfume."

Angela suddenly felt hot all over as she watched his pupils dilate. "Oh, thank you," was all she could come up with as he ran his thumb over her freckles. When he leaned into her, she closed her eyes as he sniffed her again. No one had ever done that before. It was strange, but remarkably sensual and she sat in a daze as he took in her scent, excited by the sensation of his breathing on her neck. Not sure what he intended to do, she didn't move, and she didn't get to find out as Nobu's cell phone rang, interrupting him.

"[Kso]," she heard him mutter under his breath. [What the hell is wrong with me?] she wondered. [I don't even know his last name!]

"Our pizza is here," he said ruefully as he reluctantly got to his feet.

Feeling conflicted, she began to worry about her strange reaction to him. The behavior she was exhibiting was completely uncharacteristic of her and not wanting to do anything impulsive, she decided it would be better for her to go home even though that was the last thing she wanted to do at that moment. [Which is exactly why you should go!] she berated herself. As he paid for the pizza, she gathered her jacket and purse.

"What are you doing?" He set the pizza down and frowned.

"Nobu, I had a great time, but I think it's best if I left." She inched towards the door.

Walking towards her, he looked concerned. "Have I done something to offend you?"

"No,no!" Her resolve was weakening the longer he looked at her and she backed away as he approached. "You've been a great host. It's just that I'm...I don't even know what I am right now which is unusual for me, so I think I should go."

Face to face with her, he looked at her earnestly. "Do you want to leave?"

Dizzied by his proximity to her, she found it difficult to lie. "No." Her answer was so soft she wasn't even sure she could hear it.

She was aroused and afraid. He could smell it on her and he knew that if he didn't let her leave now that all bets were off, but the scent of her excitement was intoxicating. Unable to control himself any longer, he tore her things from her hands and slammed her back against the nearest wall. The impact of it caused her to cry out in surprise but her protest was cut short by his lips as he hungrily kissed her. She tasted salty and clean, like he remembered but more so and his kisses became more heated as he wove his fingers into her hair and held her head immobile.

Not that she wanted to go anywhere. All reason had gone out the door and all she knew was that she'd never experienced a kiss like the one he was giving her. It was animal, sensual and affectionate all at once. When he bit the skin under her jaw, she felt her knees give out but he held her up, never stopping his onslaught.

When he paused to come up for air, he felt her squirm as he panted in her ear and licked the curved shell. She moaned and clawed at him and if that were not indication enough, the smell of her desire had become even stronger. If she had been able to see his face, she would have been shocked to see the pupils in his azure eyes dilate eve further and he alternately bit and sucked on her earlobe, causing her to thrash helplessly in his grasp. "Angela," he rasped into her ear. "I...I cannot stop what I am doing. If you do not wish me to do this, you must leave now."

His warm breath in her ear as well as the prickling sensation from his beard on the sensitive skin of her neck were too much and she threw her arms behind his neck, pressing him to her. Under the many layers of fabric, she could feel how hard he was and at that moment the only thing she wanted was to ride it. "I can't leave," she whispered, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Not until you fuck me." Something that sounded like a snarl rose from his throat but before she could think on it any more he slammed her into the wall again and hiked up her skirt.

Snaking his hand up the silky skin of her inner thigh, he pushed aside the thin strip of lace that covered her wet lips and began stroking her clit. Hearing her use such coarse language to express her need for him had been the final nail in the coffin and somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that he would never let her leave, ever. He kissed her roughly as he fingered her and felt her shake under his hand and she screamed into his mouth as she unexpectedly came. Tearing his mouth away, he put his hand to his face and smelled the slickness that dripped from his fingers before licking them clean. "You are mine," he growled before he tore open her shirt.

Though she heard the buttons bouncing on the hardwood floor, she didn't care. She wanted to be naked with him as soon as possible. Grabbing her bra, he snapped it open, freeing her breasts and he attacked her nipples with his teeth. The rough way he bit them made her weak and she felt herself going limp when he picked her up effortlessly and carried her up the stairs to his bed. Throwing her on the mattress, he yanked her skirt and thong off in one impatient motion and removed his kimono. The sight of his naked body made her even wetter as he was lean and almost completely hairless. The predatory expression in his blue eyes made her shiver and she crawled on all fours until her face was level with his swollen cock, shiny with precum. Licking the tip tentatively she watched every muscle in his body tense and took the whole of it into her mouth. The taste of it was almost enough to make her come. She didn't even notice that he had fisted her hair in his hands and was savagely fucking her face. In minutes, she felt his sac tighten and he pushed his head down her throat as he roared his pleasure. She had barely managed to swallow when he threw her on her back and plunged his tongue between her thighs.

As his tongue played with the sensitive skin of her lips and clit, he reveled in the fact that she was completely shaven and felt his erection quickly return. Opening his mouth wide, he thrust the length of his tongue inside her tight walls and felt her thighs grip his head as she bucked against him. "Nobu, I'm going to cum!" she whimpered.

This only caused him to redouble his efforts and as the first wave of her orgasm hit, she felt him disengage from her pussy and was about to wail in protest when she felt him slam his cock into her cunt. Unable to quiet herself, she screamed in ecstasy as he skewered her viciously, staring into her face the whole time. "[Yosh]," she heard him murmur. "Again, my love."

"What? I couldn't possibly-" Before she could finish, she felt her pussy ache then spasm as a third orgasm tore through her. "What – what are you doing to me?" she gasped, amazed that she was still able to speak coherently.

"I am loving you," he panted between thrusts. "In the way that only I can."

The loud sounds and the delicious sensation of his balls slapping against her wet lips caused her eyes to roll back in their sockets and she nearly sobbed as she came for the fourth time. "Oh, fuck," she moaned.

"Yes," he hissed, as he flipped her onto her belly. Grabbing her hips, he forced her ass high into the air. "Now, you will come for me even as I come inside you." The brief thought flashed through her head that they had not even discussed using condoms or the risks of having unprotected sex but those concerns vanished as his cock sank into her cunt and assaulted her g-spot. Digging her fingers into the mattress, she wantonly pushed her hips into his pelvis as he fucked her. God, he felt like he was getting even bigger inside her and she knew it was seconds away. She felt him dig his nails into the soft skin of her ass and heard him groan, "[Ikku!]" The feeling of him throbbing inside her as he ejaculated set her off and she muffled her screams in the mattress. If she had ever wondered why the French referred to the orgasm as a "little death" she now understood and convulsed under him as he continued to stroke her through her pleasure.

Breathing hard, he pulled out of her, and smiled when he saw his cum slide stickily down her inner thigh. Covering her body with his, he inhaled the smell of her sex and sweat and kissed her neck. When she didn't move, he became concerned and turned her over to find that her eyes were glazed and she didn't appear to be conscious. "Angela? Angela!' He shook her but her head simply lolled about limply on her neck. A wave of fear gripped him as he wondered if he had been too rough with her but he saw that she was still breathing. Pulling her to him, he kissed her forehead and pulled the blanket over them. "Please, do not leave me again," he begged in Japanese. The soft sound of her breathing eventually lulled him to sleep.

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okari nasai: welcome (formal, Japanese)

shistore-shimase: please pardon the intrusion (essentially thanking someone for being invited into their home, Japanese)

kirei-desho: so lovely (Japanese)

domo: thank you (formal, Japanese)

gomen-nasai: my apologies, I apologize (Japanese)

weh halmuni: maternal grandmother (Korean)

kso: shit (Japanese)

yosh: good, well done (Japanese)

ikku: I'm coming (Japanese)