Wet: Overflow (2 page)

They’d been married for four months and having sex every time they found themselves alone together. And every month, she’d had her period. She knew babies took time, but she was starting to wonder if she should go consult with a doctor to be sure everything was okay.

“Don’t, Lulu.” Hotsuma hugged her waist and laid his head against her breasts. “Don’t.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“You have nothing to be sorry about. We’ve both been stressed. That’s all.”

“I know you want --”

He stopped her words with a finger over her lips. “I want you. Everything else is a gift. It’ll happen when it happens. I don’t want you worrying about it.” He removed his finger and pulled her down for a kiss. “Okay?”

She nodded and then smiled when he kissed her again. Settling across his lap, she laid her head on his shoulder, enjoying his warmth and closeness for the rest of the ride back to Onsen.

When they got close, she fixed her clothing and took a seat next to Hotsuma. He pulled out a handkerchief and held it near his zipper. With a sweeping motion of his hand, he directed the moisture to the handkerchief. His pants were left dry and looking like nothing had happened. He pocketed the now-damp piece of cloth.

This was one of those times when Hotsuma’s control of water -- and wet things in general -- came in handy. Lulu, on the other hand, had to deal with her drenched panties. She balanced her weight on one thigh so the wetness wouldn’t soak through the back of her skirt.

The limo stopped and the driver came around to open the door. Lulu couldn’t look at him as she exited. Just in case her precautions didn’t pay off, she kept her back pointed at the limo. Hotsuma got out behind her. A rustling noise and the driver’s mumbled thanks caught Lulu’s attention. She glanced at the man in time to see him pushing a folded fifty into his breast pocket. He winked at her and she looked away.

He had most definitely heard her. Lulu would never be able to look the man in the eyes again.

Hotsuma slipped his arm around her waist and walked with her into Onsen. They hadn’t made it two steps when his secretary came jogging toward them.

The man held out a folder. “Sir, Atsuji Mizuno called twenty minutes ago and requested you call him back as soon as you got his message. I tried to call your cell. He did too.”

Hotsuma said, “I had it turned off.” He pulled it out and pushed the power button. A few seconds after the phone booted up, it rang. He tapped the accept button and put it to his ear. “Hello?” An angry frown marred his once calm expression. “How did you --”

The person speaking must have interrupted him because he stopped and listened, giving a stiff nod with an annoyed affirmative. He ended the call and clutched the phone.

“Everything okay?” Lulu asked, rubbing his shoulder in a soothing manner.

He looked at her for a second before turning his attention to his secretary. “Fine. I have work to do.” He slammed his phone back into its holster and snatched the folder from the man with a muted growl.

Lulu pulled out of his hold. “I’ll leave you to it.”

He caught her hand before she could walk away and brought it to his lips for a kiss. “I’m sorry. I’ll see you later tonight.” He kissed her fingers again and then released her.

She smiled at his affection and waved as she walked away. Her job at Voda was over, but Hotsuma’s at Onsen had started with a vengeance. He had taken over everything Masato left behind and then some since the family kept piling on more.

Now that she was no longer a Voda employee… officially, she could help him. Maybe not with his family, but she could at least take on some of the hotel side of things. It would take her a few days, maybe weeks, to learn how Onsen did things, but then she could help.

Her resolve to do just that firmed when the sun set and Hotsuma still hadn’t returned. Lulu paced around the living room of their penthouse home, the topmost floor of Onsen, debating whether she should go down and get him. Hotsuma had taken to working late into the night unless someone stopped him. She didn’t like him tiring himself out like that.

She glanced at the wall clock and resolved to give him one more hour. In that time, she would take a shower to relieve the tension she’d worked up waiting for him. She would be able to soothe his faster if not bogged down with her own.

With a nod to confirm her plans in her own mind, she headed for the master bathroom.

Lulu lifted her chin so the water could beat against her neck and chest. She stood there, breathing deep and enjoying the calm she could only get from standing under the rhythmic spray.

She turned so her back could get equal treatment. Letting her head fall back, she enjoyed the water as it soaked her hair. Now that she’d gone natural, she didn’t worry as much about her hair getting wet. Being married to Hotsuma made the transition necessary since sex took place in or around water more often than it didn’t. Lulu had gotten sick of bemoaning the damage and gave in to the inevitable.

Besides, Hotsuma liked her hair like this. He buried his fingers in it while they slept, saying the texture soothed him.

The water changed to the feel of hands running down her back. She smiled and tilted her head forward. Any normal woman would be freaked out, but Lulu’s husband could control water. It seemed he had returned without her going to get him. She appreciated that and him joining her.

Hotsuma trailed his water hands down over her slim waist, past her round ass and down the backs of her legs. Once the water reached her feet, a new set of hands slid down her back. With each pass he lingered a little longer at her ass until he cupped her cheeks and kneaded.

Lulu wiggled for him, which got her a firm squeeze before he released her. He placed a hand on her shoulder and used it to turn her so she faced the shower once more. The cascade down her body took on the feeling of hands and tongues. Plural. One focused on each nipple, circling and flicking until her nipples hardened.

She arched into the sensation and wished she could place her hands on Hotsuma’s head or shoulders. He hadn’t formed the water into a body, not yet. Instead he teased her in this disembodied way, leaving her to ball her fist in the shower curtain so she had something to hold.

A surprised squeak left her when the water rushed up the back of her legs. It bumped the bend of her knees and pulled her body back, making her topple against the incline Hotsuma had created. This was a little more elaborate than she was used to from him.

In the past, when Hotsuma had used the water to form his body, he’d opted to keep lovemaking as human as possible. Lulu couldn’t remember the last time Hotsuma had used the water to love her the way he was now. Ever since he gained a body, he’d all but stopped using his other ability. The little trick in the limo with the handkerchief and his pants was the most she’d seen him do since he proposed. Lulu knew he hated his imprisonment and remembering it, so she’d refrained from telling him how much she craved having him join her in the shower.

He must have added mind reading to his list of powers, because he was here now and doing more than she ever dreamed. Lulu giggled and shifted her hips side to side when the incline she rested against grew fingers that started wiggling against her ass. It seemed Hotsuma was feeling playful.

He alternated between wiggling his fingers and cupping her ass so he could massage the globes in tiny circles. The incline tilted back farther until she almost lay flat. Hotsuma pulled his hands down her legs, spreading her thighs and lifting them. He positioned her so her knees were bent toward her chest then changed the spray of the water so it focused between her legs.

Lulu bucked her hips as the water thrummed against her clit, tapped her pussy, and slid past her asshole. A massaging showerhead never felt as good as this, especially when Hotsuma shaped the water into a finger that penetrated her twitching hole.

“Oh, yes!” She arched into his touch and bit her lip so her cries of pleasure turned into loud, deep-throated whimpers.

Another finger joined the first. The two twisted over each other, teasing her inside. A third finger passed over her asshole. Lulu startled and held her breath. He wouldn’t. She’d been with Hotsuma dozens of times, maybe even a hundred by now, and he’d never shown an interest in her ass. She wasn’t even sure she wanted him to.

When that third finger pressed against her asshole and eased forward, Lulu decided she’d been missing out. All her lower muscles clenched at the intrusion, but that didn’t stop Hotsuma from moving his fingers or the pleasure he gave her.

“Oh, God, yes! Yes! There! Right there! Oh, yes!” Lulu moved her hips in a rocking motion against his touch while she alternated between panting and moaning. He pulled an orgasm from her when his lips circled her clit and he tickled it with the tip of his tongue.

She wanted a second to catch her breath but Hotsuma didn’t stop. The water penetrating her grew and changed. She felt both her holes stretching, a delicious sensation that had her on the edge of another orgasm. The water stopped when two hard, long dicks filled her.

Her breath came out in huffs as she adjusted to this. Two. She’d never had a dick in her asshole. She’d never had both holes used at once. After feeling it, she might need it every time after this.

Hotsuma formed his water body behind those two dicks. His hips spread her thighs more and gave her something to wrap her legs around. He cupped her ass and held her as he started to move.

Lulu sucked in a shaky breath and placed her hand on his stomach, not sure if she wanted to tell him to stop or urge him to go faster. This sensation was new to her, and her body was confused as well as aching for more.

He kept his pace slow, as though sensing her indecision. She matched her breathing with the back and forth motion of his hips. He moved forward. She inhaled. He pulled back. She exhaled.

After several strokes, her body got used to the sensation of double penetration. She tightened her legs around Hotsuma’s waist and started meeting his thrusts halfway. Together they sped up the pace. Slapping sounds filled the room as Hotsuma buried his dicks to the base each time he moved his hips forward.

Lulu fell back against the incline with her back arched and her large breasts bobbing. The feel of Hotsuma licking her clit was her undoing. He shouldn’t be able to do that; no normal man should. Her husband was far from normal. He used the water to simulate a tongue that smoothed over her clit, and Lulu lost touch with reality.

“Holy fucking hell! Yes!” Lulu screamed when another orgasm made her whole body quake. The tremors centered on her pussy and spread from there.

Hotsuma held her hips as best he could as he continued thrusting. Even with her inner muscles clenched and her whole body shaking, he moved. He kept her trapped in the orgasm until he finished. His teeth were clenched, and he voiced a deep-throated grunt when he had his own release.

Both of them exhaled loudly with twin sighs of satisfaction when he stopped moving. He slumped forward and laid his head between her breasts. Lulu hugged him close. All her lower muscles twitched, sending twinges of pleasure through her body. She was exhausted, but that didn’t stop her from enjoying the feel of Hotsuma’s dicks still buried within her.

“That was fantastic,” she said in a low voice. She didn’t think she could talk much louder. Her throat felt scratchy from all her screaming, and she didn’t have the energy.

Hotsuma lifted his head so he could place a kiss on one of her nipples and then the other. He trailed kisses up her chest to her neck and then her full lips. Her breath caught as his dicks rubbed inside her, waking her body to the promise of more ecstasy.

“Does your husband know you like anal?”

Lulu’s whole body froze. That wasn’t Hotsuma’s voice. There was no accent that denoted he’d been raised speaking Japanese and then learned English.

“If not, you should tell him. I’m sure Uncle would find it as invigorating as I did.”

She scrambled away from the man who wasn’t her husband, falling off the incline and pressing her back against the wall of the shower stall. Confusion gripped her as she stared at the man made of water. Only Hotsuma had this power. But the man before her wasn’t him. That wasn’t his voice.

She knew this voice. She didn’t want to say the owner’s name aloud but had no choice. “Masato?”

“In the flesh… well, in the water. Hello again, Lulu, and thank you for such a vigorous and satisfying homecoming. That was well worth the months I spent playing opossum and learning to control the water without Uncle noticing.”

“Hotsuma still has control of water. I’ve seen it.” She didn’t know why that mattered, but to her it did. Hotsuma and Masato hadn’t switched places. Hotsuma had usurped Masato’s place and taken over.

“Yes, he does. But that doesn’t mean I can’t control it too.” He grinned. “And I know you liked the way I worked it.”

“You bastard! I thought you were Hotsuma. You know that’s what I thought. That’s why you didn’t say anything until the end. So I wouldn’t recognize your voice.”

“True, but you knew I wasn’t him. Don’t play innocent, Lulu. We both know Uncle doesn’t do tricks. He was surprisingly vanilla when he was still trapped in water. I saw you two together. Hot vanilla but vanilla all the same. He kept things human to make up for the fact that he wasn’t. I don’t have that hang-up.”