The Prince of Seattle SHORT SHOT
Young billionaire, Christian Grey, established his wildly successful company, GEH, with the help of lifelong family friend, Elena Lincoln. She works as his PR Director. She's his right hand, and Christian trusts her implicitly. Kate and Jose work for her.
Ana Steele, Kate's best friend, is new to Seattle, having recently resettled, following the completion of an advanced degree in Literature and Commerce. Her reputation precedes her, and she's currently weighing her next move, sought after by several publishing houses. She's a practiced and experienced book editor, adored by both authors and publishers.
Christian and Ana meet at a GEH-sponsored benefit, called Literacy Through Literature. They have instant chemistry, and before the night is over, Christian's offered her a job in his newest venture, SIP, and she accepts.
Christian is smitten, but he's reluctant to let Ana in, fearing his many personal issues will chase her away. Ana has reassured him that's not the case, and when he's ready, she will listen. Only then, when he trusts her to be his secret sharer, should they take their relationship to the next level.
They've been flirting and dating about a month, when Christian and she attend his parents' Coping Together Gala. Christian and Ana leave the party together, and Ana convinces Christian to let her drive his R8 home. That is where this SHORT SHOT begins...
A/N: Christian has no BDSM past. Ana is every bit Christian's match.
I know nothing.
The R8 Spyder
"Ana, I had a wonderful time with you tonight." Christian shifted his tall frame to face Ana as she powered his ridiculous R8 away from the receding crowd of guests and photographers. He reached across the center console and rested his hand on her thigh. "Typically, I'm alone when I make the rounds at these things, and it's all very anodyne and transactional. With you by my side, people couldn't wait to reveal a bit of themselves, to impress you. I actually enjoyed the banter and fawning for once. Sorry, if I squeezed you too tight. I couldn't let any of those fuckers draw their own conclusions about us." He waited for her shy reaction, and went on with a compliment, just to embarrass her, well, to draw out another smile. "You're remarkably well-read. I found myself hanging back, letting you carry the conversations. I learned so much more observing. I hope you didn't mind." She was easy to look at too. He half-laughed to himself, surprised her face bore no bruises from all his intense staring. The night had gone so well, beyond anything he could have imagined. This girl. His head was spinning, planning more ways to show her off.
"Wow, no. Thank you, Christian. I want to help you with GEH and your parents' charity, anyway I can. I mean, of course, I…" What could Ana say? Had she really even thought about work once, what with her Greek God boyfriend fused to her hip all night? Nope! I was so caught up being with you, I have no memory of what was discussed. "There were so many people that…" Wanted him, craved his attention, outright gawked… The women, Lord. The men! Filter, Ana! "Thank you for taking me. Thank you for buying me this gorgeous gown, and…"
"It's vintage, I believe, Dior. I wanted you in a classic gown. You're an old soul… and, I might add, very romantic. I didn't think all those fucking new designers Caroline kept parading out to us, would suit you." Did he really give a shit about her dress? "I've never personally picked out clothes for anyone. But I wanted to dress you in something special. Just for you, Ana. You deserve the romance." Where the fuck did that come from, Grey? Like Cyrano deSomeone was fucking scripting shit for him. "What I meant was…"
"You've done so much, Christian. Everything about tonight was wonderful." Now, let me concentrate on driving this wicked ride of yours. Ana downshifted his Spyder, opening up the throttle as she pushed herself back into the seat. Without any provocation, besides the righteous roar of the motor behind her, Ana bit the tip of her tongue hard between her front teeth, sucking in air with a most un-ladylike hum.
It was after midnight, the four lane deserted, and now she could really take advantage of Christian's earlier weak moment. Well, she'd instigated her R8 takeover before the ball had even begun, so could it really be considered his weakness? Or was it her awesome girl powers? She decided it was the latter, her own carefully managed orchestration, that had begun just as they'd arrived, really, and that cute valet had caught Christian's tossed key fob, midair. A sweet move, considering his eyes were bugging out, as she exited this luscious ride. Ana winked at the kid, I'll be driving this Spyder home, buddy. Will you remember?
Hours later, when she and Christian had finally succumbed to crowd fatigue and let it be known they were leaving, the fairytale setting finally tiring their enthusiasm, Ana had to sprint to catch up with Christian, as he headed toward the entrance. She'd been delayed by the well wishes of a formidable cluster of new found admirers. Grace and Mia, the Grey men, Ros, and even her wife Gwen, all wanted a moment to hug or touch Ana, and congratulate her on her stellar moments throughout the fete. With her heels clacking rhythmically, she cleared her throat as she approached her hot date. Christian was on his phone, again. Without turning or breaking stride, he managed to extend an arm behind him, bidding her to grab hold. Even that motion was sexy to her. She took his outstretched hand in both of hers and squeezed… Pay attention to me!
"I'm hanging up, Ana and I are just leaving." Christian had held the doors wide as they exited out into the crisp night. Ana clung to his side, and definitely brushed her cleavage along his arm a bit much, considering the solemnity of the venue. His low murmur about naughty employees indicated he didn't seem to mind. But that alert valet from earlier noticed, too. Bingo! She waited a tick, while he stared, and when he finally looked up, her eyes caught his. Her tiny nod told him she would take that silver key, thank you very much.
Cue the innocence, "May I drive, Christian?" His protests died before they'd ever begun, as she threw her arms around his neck, all the while jiggling her best, and pulling his gorgeous face down to hers. She held his neck tight, as she drawled out an adolescent "thaaank ewe…" but finished off with a very adult moan, nipping at his ear. Ahh, men and their toys. Christian's attempt to reciprocate her nip was the perfect reaction, and she took advantage, evading his arms with a half turn around his torso, that finished with a cute ass plop into the driver's seat. Awesome! She beamed up at him, while she curled her fingers into the back strap of first one, and then the second of her five inch slingbacks. "Could you hold these please?" He never had a chance. He quickly strode around the car and slid in beside her, "Behave, Ms. Steele."
Now, on the highway headed back to Seattle, the supercar around her responded to her hand slips with a tight, rowdy purr. Oh yeah! She suppressed her dirty grin, and even a sigh, reveling in the car's hum and tickle. "Thank you, Christian. Tonight was amazing, truly."
"You're amazing." He had to clear his throat to get out the next part. "I know it's late Anastasia, but I confess, I don't want tonight to end yet." If ever, he thought. Lazily, he caressed her forearm as she gripped the hand gear. She shivered at his languid stroke. His fingers fondled her watch, in a silly effort to control the small tremors that were zapping his hand, the near constant torture of holding her bare skin to his. He swallowed forcefully and pressed. "Ana, would you please spend the night… with me?" He watched her face intently, looking for any positive rise in her cheeks. "I know that we've discussed our pacing, and…"
"Christian, I don't want tonight to end either." He exhaled the breath he didn't know he'd been holding. Thank God. "I feel like I'm living in a fairytale. Being with you is like a fairytale. You, my job. The clothes, the dancing. Your family and your friends. And my very own, very real, dashing Prince Charming." Don't forget all the kissing, Ana. "Ha! Yes… yes… of course!" She curled her lips on a whisper, "I'll stay with you." He had his answer. Thank fuck for that.
"No pumpkin?"
"No pumpkin." she giggled. As the heat in her neck rose through her cheeks, she tucked her chin a bit and glanced over to Christian.
He rubbed her wrist and smirked. "Good. This is good."
"Ana look out!" Christian's hands flew to the steering wheel and dragged the car right as she slammed through the floor brake with both feet. In an instant, a huge deer careened through the air outside, disappearing into the dark, followed by a jarring boom inside, that crashed her chest against her seatbelt. Airbags deployed. Rip. Whip. Ana felt a harsh punch in the middle of her face, while her head whipped back, sending her mind into a hazy, black fog. She felt Christian's hand hit her lap, and a prickly calm set in around her. "Fuck."
Moments passed.
"Ana, baby, are you alright?" I am alright. Almost frozen, she nodded in slow motion, then glanced right, to meet his worried expression with her own. Her chest was heaving. Her head was ringing. "You were amazing." There was a low buzzing noise between them. It's just his phone. "Phew," he exhaled audibly, and shook his head. "This could have ended so differently, Ana." He released her seat belt, as he leaned over and kissed her softly, hovering over the corner of her smile. She felt a low spasm, around her sex, almost a quiver. What's this? Her tongue snaked out to chase his retreating mouth, instead settling for a slow lick of her own lips. The buzzing continued. "I'm sure this is Taylor." As her teeth dug into her bottom lip, she tasted her own blood. Oh, my. The throbbing between her legs unfurled up her body, following her curves. Hot. While her hands moved down of their own accord—in some instinctual attempt to control the deep whirling spasms in her lap—her chest fluttered, and her gown became uncomfortable against her now aching nipples. Yessss…
"Taylor." Ana drifted away, her head was still throbbing, but that dull pain was competing with a much stronger spiraling in her core. Christian listened intently, body forward, looking out through the windshield. "We're okay. Just shaken. We're going to be fine." He turned his head toward her, raising his eyebrows, to confirm his diagnosis with her. Her eyes said, 'Oh I'm fine, Christian.'
"Questing age kitchen," she moaned quietly. His brow furrowed. Did she just moan my name? "Hold on T. What is it, Ana?"Ana stared at him with an almost wild, carnal expression. He knew that look. Every red blooded male with a dick knew that look. She reached up to take the phone from his hand.
"Kiss me again, Christian. I…" She was breathless.
His hand slid through his hair. Her fuck me eyes, were quickly turning him on. What the fuck is going on? Christian thought quickly. I don't want Taylor to see my girl undone. "T, give us a few minutes. We need to collect ourselves." He slowly placed the phone back in it's cradle, and he rubbed his face up and down. Ana pounced.
Looking back, when she'd had enough emotional distance to even think about that night, she would have admitted that she could never have repeated the series of quick actions that landed her atop Christian, straddling his lap in his still sexy, but wrecked, Audi supercar.
"I said kiss me." His eyes drew down to where she'd unbuckled his seat belt. He heard her deep breath.
Ana moved smoothly. She was more like a small poem of moving body parts, and Christian was powerless to do anything but read each movement. Using the seat below and the steering column for leverage, she launched herself at him, scrambling onto his lap. His arms reached out to grip her ass, as he willingly pulled her down to him. He stared, mouth agape. Oh my God.
Her agility surprised her, and a huge hit of squeaky joy escaped her throat, even as he held her wrists tightly behind her. "Hi." she smiled at him, and shrugged her shoulders, as if this was, naturally, how she always moved about in crashed vehicles with a hot human perched below her.
Mind-blowing
"Ana…"
"I want you, Christian." He felt her insistent request bounce down through him, his dick swelling at her seductive tone. She pulled her hands free and began tugging on her dress, lifting the long skirt, her creamy thighs exposed.
He started to laugh, but her eyes sparkled with mischief. "You're serious."
She nodded. "I don't want tonight to end. Neither do you, re-mem-ber?" She laughed at his mild shock. "Wow, Christian, you're so gorgeous!"
"But, Ana…" His mind went blank. His heart beating in his throat, his body felt singes of desire everywhere. He could only stare at her lewd expression, his own smile in conflict. What's this? "Ana, you're bleeding. Your nose is bleeding, baby."
She motioned with her chin, "Ha, ha. Look at your watch, Einstein. Your watch hit me." She wiped the back of her hand across her face, and snorted. Her head shook back and forth. "I don't care." She leaned down over him, moving her lips to his ear and whispered. "Something's happening, Christian… Baby." She mocked his deep voice. "I want you. I want you to make love to me. Here. Now." She sat back on her heels, where they curled around his knees, her fingers squeezing his forearms. She grinned as she rocked her hips. Well, it was sort of a grin, and sort of a crazy joker face that said, 'You're going to make love to me.'
"Ana?" Is she serious? Here… in the car? What'll I do with her hands? Christian's quick mind plotted a formula, pros cons… then, she rubbed herself across his crotch, eliciting a needy groan from him. "Oh, fuck, that feels good." His dick grew harder.
"Hmm? Ahh…" She was laughing, she couldn't hold it in. Grabbing his face, she rubbed her thumbs across his lips and kissed him hard. She felt so good, alive and invigorated. She could feel her own heart beating from her temples to her toes, her core throbbed. She didn't understand her need, she just needed to be closer to him. The affection and desire she had for this man were overwhelming her. She'd crashed his car, he'd called her baby, everything felt so naughty.
She whispered into his mouth. "Feel like being wild, Mr. Grey? Something's happening."
"You said that already, baby." He held her hands tightly to his face. Deep inside, the shadow that always hovered in his chest, a companion since childhood, began to shift. He closed his eyes tight, and silently willed himself to stay here in the moment. I want this. I've been waiting for this.
"I want you." kiss "I want you to take me now." kiss "Christian." kiss She was vibrating, and each kiss landed with a tiny moan. She whined. "I want to be with you." kiss "Touch me. Touch me everywhere." She beamed as she said it, and slid her hands behind his neck, clenching where his soft hair met his warm body. His skin prickled below, and his arousal grew.
Christian's incredible control was ebbing. His gorgeous beauty had perched herself above him, and it was very clear she planned to remain there, gyrating and seducing, until he gave in. Was this a punishment, or a reward, he asked himself? She's a reward, asshole. She deserves better than this R8. But… "Fuck." He kissed her back.
Instead of telling her she deserved better, his hands reached behind his head, for her wrists and he placed them at the hem of her dress. She understood, and began to lift her gown higher, while his fingers ran small circles around and around the soft tender flesh of her thighs. Her lower body hitched at the contact and his tongue swiped over the roof of her mouth, catching on her teeth. "Mmm." Is this okay?
"Are you okay, Ana?" He pulled her head away, only far enough to search her eyes. Is this what shock is? Was she in shock?
She pulled at him. "Yes, yes, I've never felt better. Please," kiss, "just kiss me, kiss me back." She bit his lip. And he felt a drop of his own cum at the top of his cock. His hips eased up to meet her.
"Mmm." God. He was going to embarrass himself if she didn't stop grinding that tight body all over him. "Ana, we should stop, sweetheart. Taylor is going to come over any moment." She kept kissing his face, driving him crazy… crazy with desire, crazy with…he was about to explode, and he wasn't even touching her, not really. "Ah, fuck, Ana! Ana, please! Stop, we should stop." His dick was pressing into her core, the tip almost painful. "Jesus."
"No. I don't want to stop. I can't stop. I'm so turned on, I need you. I want you. I need this. I want to fuck my boyfriend." She giggled and twisted her torso away from him, reaching her long slender arm through the opening of the steering wheel to shut down the car's lights. She slipped a bit in the narrow space. "Hold me," she asked him.
Christian held her lower body in place by her thighs, continuing to rub small circles. She glanced back down at their bodies' tightening contact and groaned, rolling her hips into him a little more. The bottom of her dress caught in his long fingers, and as she lifted herself to lean back over, he caught sight of her panties.
"Oh fuck me." He nearly exploded. His body was on overload. What am I? Fifteen… they're fucking underwear, Grey, get a grip. Immediately, he pictured that dead deer, Hurricane Katrina, and Russell Wilson's interceptions reel. You will not come.
"Ana, baby… Are you wearing boy shorts under your delicate Dior gown?" She froze, mid-move, then contracted her legs. Oh, my panties.
"What? As a matter of fact, I am. They are lace, you know." She had him.
"I can see that." She's too much. I'm hard as granite, ready to fuck her, and she's making me laugh.
"Well, I don't see the problem, Christian." She sing-songed. Say my name again, baby, just like that. "They're navy blue, cause I never wear black. Too boring." She reached to the side of her dress and slowly let down the zipper, rocking her hips seductively. She moved rhythmically, as she shimmied the fabric up her torso. Christian held on to her waist to keep himself from thrusting up again… When her dress reached her shoulders, she cried out from behind the chiffon, "Tada! Surprise, a matching bra."
Now he was grinning, or blushing? Who the fuck cared. As he gave into her freeness and energy, his tension receded. "What are you doing to me, Ana?" Don't stop, please don't stop.
From underneath her layers, she wiggled on top of him. In a theatrical swoosh, she tried lifting the front of her gown over herself.
"Goodbye Christian Dior, hello Christian Grey!" she whipped the embroidered bodice dramatically up and over, hoping she looked as sexy as she felt, but it snared in her earrings, and suddenly the dress became a kind of veil, trailing down her back.
"Whoops!" she giggled and whined. As she tugged at it, the sequined straps tangled in her long tresses. Christian simultaneously held back a groan and a laugh. She was so fucking sexy and adorable at the same time. What's gotten into her? He reached up and helped her finally release the dark gown from her pale pink body. The heavy beading made a thud against the glove box, as it cascaded to the floor. The sound only aroused him further. His dick twitched, he needed relief. Staring at his nearly naked girlfriend, flushed with want, begging him to take her, he growled. Ana froze… smirked, then growled right back, leaning into his mouth, kissing, licking. "Do you want to have s-e-x?" He felt the vibration of her lips in his chest. Yes, Ana, let me take you. No! We're in this fucking car! He kissed her back, and the feeling of her small tongue on his was almost too much.
A sound outside the car distracted her, and she lifted her face toward the window. "There goes Taylor." She looked at Christian, and bit her lip. After a beat, she arched a brow. "Do you think he's on to us? Do you think he knows what we're doing?" She laughed.
"Quiet. You told me to kiss you, Ms. Steele."
"Wait. He is coming back, right?"
"Quiet." He kissed her passionately. Kissing was distracting her from what might happen next. Even in the midst of this spectacular moment, Christian felt the swirls of sadness. It can't happen this way. I'm going to reject her touch. His body thrusted on its own, fighting back against the dark.
"Oh, Christian." She lifted her head and smiled, her blue eyes bounced back and forth on his.
What should I be doing? He was mesmerized, unable to move or think even. He watched her eyes leave his and skate down to the spot where their bodies met. He felt her, didn't see her, tug on the tail of his belt… if there was a soft tinging sound of metal, he didn't hear it. He only felt heat from her as she tentatively, gently cupped his balls, so tight and desperate.
"Ana," he finally sighed. Christian couldn't think of anything to compare this moment to. This was really happening. His sweet, chaste girlfriend was biting her lower lip, writhing on his lap, slowly pulling his belt free, seducing him. He was ready to explode and he hadn't even touched her, yet. Maybe I'm dreaming. I don't ever what to wake up. Nooo. I've never had a dream like this. This is so fucking hot and sexy. "God, you're so sexy." She's real. Mine. "You're a goddamn siren, Ana, and I'm fucking powerless here. I don't really want to take you in my car. Please, tell me what to do."
She felt drunk, and at the same time, suspended in her own dream. She tossed his belt around her shoulders, like a scarf. Her hands moved, cupping her breasts, and she pressed them together. Her thumbs slowly rubbed the top of her curves down to her pert nipples, a light squeeze forcing the taut pink buds to just peak over the top of the blue lace. "I could die right now Ana, you're a sight."
"Hmm. Do you want me, Christian? Do you want me to take you?" she rolled her whole body once more. Then the music cut out, and it was very quiet, except for Ana's fevered panting. She had quit moving, and just stared, begging him to reciprocate her lust. Christian's lips pressed together, and she heard his uncomfortable swallow.
He was simply falling apart. I want this. The dilemma was his fear might spoil the moment at any time. She's going to touch me. He wanted her touch… craved it. But that craving was followed by an empty spasm of pain that dug into his chest. She could not touch him. He simply couldn't allow her to see him crash. I don't want to freeze up on her.
Take a second, what do you want? Christian pressed his hands down, to make her wait. Sure, when the car'd first been delivered, he'd pictured fucking a woman bent over the hood, his hands spreading her, as he plunged in and out. He huffed, disliking even the thought of another. Ha, I never imagined I'd be underneath this perfect vision in the passenger seat of my own car. God, he wanted this. No. What has gotten into her?
"Ana. Baby… What's gotten into you? Let's call Taylor, and make sure you're alright, hmm? We have time for this later, baby." He made to lean forward, and pick up her dress.
"No Christian, stop talking…" She begged. "Please stop talking, and fucking kiss me again." She glowered at him, and to force his mouth onto hers, she pulled his shirt collar up. The tips of her thumbs glided across his neck, a blaze of heat in his abdomen threatened to move up. Instead, he saw red, and his eyes grew wide.
"Oh God. Ana. There's blood on your shoulder." He reached to touch for her, only to find his hand met mid-air by her own, as she swatted his away.
"Forget that Christian. I'm fine." Her panting was getting embarrassing. What was going on? She was beyond turned on, was it Christian? Is this what he did to her? She still couldn't really catch her breath. Breath Ana. This all felt so right to her, screw how crazy it was. She could sense his reluctance to really let go, and she loved him for it. Love?
"It doesn't hurt. Nothing hurts. I feel so good with you, right now. I want your hands on me." She brought his hands up to her breasts, electricity sparking between their fingers. She exhaled on a forward thrust, really feeling his huge hard cock pressing back against her. He muttered perfect so low she didn't know if she was supposed to hear it. His fingers were tentative against her skin, almost shaking. She opened her eyes, to seek out his own, and summoned every bit of sultry she knew. She stared him down while she deliberately sunk her teeth into her bottom lip and pressed, until she was sure it bruised. With a boldness she'd found only minutes ago, she guided his hand across her stomach, past her belly button and down until he cupped her mound. He moaned in surrender. Submission, acquiescence.
"Sweet Jesus, Ana, you're so fucking wet. You're soaking." He pulsed his fingers, massaging her. His other hand moved, to brush a nipple. Her hands moved back down to cradle his cock, squeezing tightly.
"Ahh…" She closed her eyes, and rested her forehead against his. His hands felt so good, rubbing her, exploring her lips through the lace. Her head twisted on his and their cheeks brushed. She bit down on his earlobe, finishing with a lick, then she leaned back and smirked.
"Rip my panties off." This was fun. She tried to stop her giggle, but she was flying. He hesitated, again. Who is this vixen? His lips crashed into hers, forcing them open. He wanted to swallow her whole. "Mmmm, no, Christian. Rip off my panties. Now!" She grinned on his dick, her words rushed. With a harsh pinch to her nipple, he brought his other hand down. Immediately, he placed both thumbs together where her hot lips met, and pushed up through her wet center until he felt the fabric begin to give out, her warm arousal coating his fingers, all the while he kissed the shit out of her face. Groaning through her face, he gripped the lace and yanked in opposite directions. She was almost snickering into his throat, like they were on a playground, or in a school bus. This felt very much like a younger, forbidden moment in his life.
The tearing sound startled her, "Ahh, God." He lightly ran his thumbs up and down her wet lips, and pinched her clit. She squeezed tighter with her legs astride his, and found a rocking rhythm, back and forth, riding his long fingers, pressed into thick erection. Her moans and pants were drowned out inside his mouth, as they kissed and tongued. She'd been holding his hands in hers as they worked their magic, but she wanted more, needed to feel more. She palmed his right hand where it peeked out between her thighs, feeling the backs of his wet fingers as they worked her up. He pushed two fingers in deeper, past his knuckles, and spread her folds. "God that feels good." With her other hand, she laced her fingers in his left and pulled his hand above him, where she held it, against the head rest.
Her tiny moans were like nothing he'd ever heard, and his skin rippled in response. She was beautiful like this, he could feel her noisy breathes all over his face and neck. Her pale curves, the dark lingerie, the torn lace hanging around her waist, he almost refused to believe. She was exquisite, his hot as hell sex kitten. As his hand explored tight box, he just took all of her in, and resisted the urge to stop, get his bearings—his fear this voluptuous horny woman would dissolve into thin air. He used his own legs as leverage, to give his dick some relief, bouncing her up and down as she twisted above him. She was exquisite, the perfect sex kitten. Incredible. And she was practically gyrating on top of him, his hand mostly buried inside her. He wanted to bring her to climax, while he finger fucked her this way, inches away, trapped above him in the confined space. At the same time, he wanted to slow it down, savor the sight of her and her sounds. She was extraordinary. Sex and lov… and lo… lust. Sex and lust. "Ana, you're so tight, you're squeezing my fingers, you horny girl. Do you feel that?" He added a third finger, spreading her as much as he could. Her tight body contracted around him and lifted up before crashing back down on his wrist. "Oooh, Ana."
"I think I'm going to orgasm, Christian."
"Yea, baby. God, you're so fucking beautiful." He twisted his fingers insider her, and pressed him thumb into her clit.
"Oh god." She was squirming and moaning, almost weeping her pleasure.
"Look at you. Your pretty flushed face is breaking my heart. That's it. You're a goddess, baby, a hot sexy, writhing goddess. Now come for me, Ana. Let it go." His buried middle finger moved forward, the pad grazing the front of her walls, pressing down at that sensual rough patch. Yes, he thought, right there. Keep her right there. "Ah, Ana, how's that feel, baby?" His own climax was approaching quickly. Slow it down.
"Christian…" She was almost whimpering, and there was no way in hell he was going to stop, she was so turned on, he was there with her. Do not come Grey. Her next throaty moan forced her forward, practically leaning into him. She's going to touch me.
"Put your hands on my head, baby." He spit out. You're a prick. "For more leverage. You'll see. Then you can come for me, sweet girl." For a second she was distracted, but the amazing buzzes in her core were drowning her in tingles. She released his hand, and did as he asked, resting her hands atop his head. He brought his now freed hand down and spread her swollen puffy lips up then, so he could catch a sight of her pretty pink center as she began to come undone. He pinched her hard nub and at the same time his buried fingers brushed fast, back and forth, deeply into the front of her inner wall.
"Oh God, I can feel that. What are you doing? Oh… that's amazing. Don't stop."
Never. "I can feel you, you're so tight, baby, your grip on me. I've got you, gorgeous girl. Come for me. Come on me."
"Christian…" Her head rolled back and that alabaster neck contracted, her pale pink flush turning crimson.
She's stunning. "That's it. Let it go. Come for me now, Ana."
"I'm coming." And it started. "Ahh, mmmm." She bucked about, out of control. This is what real writhing felt like. "Oh my GOD!" Her body, her face, her ass and legs, everything paralyzed, trying to hold in… what? "Uhhhh," she was shaking now. The electricity was everywhere through her, tingling, she felt the sheen of perspiration that covered her, suddenly cool, her release sliding down over his still-pulsing fingers. Her hands were above him, holding his head. While her whole body shattered and clenched with sensation, she gripped his hair and pulled, maybe too hard. It was a reaction, really. His rejection of her touch hurt, and she wanted him to feel the hurt too, even if she didn't know it at the time. A gasped moan escaped his throat as she let her elbows come to rest on his shoulders, cocooning his head in her arms. She needed more connection, so she put her forehead back against his as she rode out the mind-blowing orgasm and they shared huffed breaths. She exhaled loudly and slowly, "Oh Christian." Cue the giggles. "I loved that! Thank you" kiss "Thank you so much."
His hands rubbed her cramped thighs, easing the numbness. They skated over the torn remnants of her panties, and slid up her sides, past her lace-covered nipples, that ached for more. He stopped at her shoulders, rubbing and caressing them. Really though, he was holding her in place. Did she know? Could she sense it?
"Ana." He kissed her deeply, trying to communicate his lifetime spent at a distance, in this one moment. His searing kiss said, 'I'm so sorry, I'm so fucking sorry Ana, that I can't hold you against me.'
Oh, Christian. She felt his longing. Why the sorrow? But she also sensed his gratitude, as he lathed her tongue passionately, satisfied that they were finally here, together, sharing this intimacy. She could forgive the space between them. It was after all, only a few inches.
When she stopped to catch her breath, she realized she was still rocking across his lap, his erection poking up between them. She moved her hands to grip the headrest behind him. And rubbed her nose across the tip of his. "Why Mr. Grey, I'm overcome." Her chest was still heaving, the zings and thrills still emanating from her core. She teethed his chin, a little nip. "And that was just your fingers." The giggles were back, and they went on, as she began a new seduction. Why not? She felt his hunger for her. She wanted more, she wanted to satisfy him. She longed to taste him, taste his cock in her mouth, but she'd quickly realized there was no room for her decidedly small body, on the floor with his long legs. Sex it is! God, how'd I get so lucky, he's beautiful and he's mine. "Did you hear me, Christian? I'm this worked up from your fingers, do have any other appendages for me?" She spread her thighs as wide as she could and twisted into his cock.
Ah, Ana. He laughed deeply at that, a real happy laugh. "You are so responsive. I dare say, I've never…" He caught himself, and gazed at his horny girlfriend, her smoldering face mere inches from his, but she could have been halfway to somewhere else. His breathing slowed. Even though he wanted nothing more than to sink his cock deep inside her tight body, and watch her ride him, building their pleasure together, hell even to just repeat the last few minutes, he was a prisoner. His body's poisonous reflex to touch—that had left his heart to rot for ages—was fighting his desire and the most base erotic need he had for her. "Mmmm. Ana, that's enough. Come on. Let's try to calm down." He reached behind and pulled her hands down in his.
"You've never what?"
*Forgive my commas, I'm way old school, natch, and never edit for grammar, only content. Seriously… begging for ellipse mercy too…