Laters, Baby

Elliot and Katherine's Love Story

I'm in Portland. Two nights ago, Christian phoned me and asked me to join him in Portland. He didn't discuss the specific reasons why he is here. I assume it is for preparation for his upcoming keynote speech at WSU's graduation. My brother is extremely busy and very private. He is my best friend. It wasn't easy getting here. Therefore, when he asks me to spend time with him, I drop everything to make it happen. Besides this is the closest thing to a vacation than I have had in a long time. This little getaway will do me a world of good.

Immediately after checking into our suites at the Heathman Hotel, Christian and I headed to the Clackamas river. We spent the morning white water rafting. All day Christian has been agitated, irritable, and distracted. We never discussed the specific reasons why Christian is here. I figure that he needed time to decompress from his stressful life.

We had dinner and beer at a local pub. Throughout dinner Christian checked his phone every thirty seconds. I finally asked, "Christian, what gives? Are you okay?"

Christian sighs, "I met someone. Her name is Anastasia. I can't get her out of my mind. I am trying to figure my next steps. I went to her job for a little reconnaissance mission. That's when I realized just how young and naïve she is. She has no idea that I would like to get to know more about her."

Wow. Christian is pining over a woman? I arrogantly add, "Recon mission? You stalked her job. Bro! That's lame. You are Christian Fucking Grey! You don't stalk. Well, little bro let me help you out. You call her and ask her out. You pick a nice spot with candles and wine. You bring flowers. It's easy."

"I am not built for the love and romance. I have a feeling that this girl will want that."

"What keeps you from giving it to her? She has to be special if you are here." I add dryly, "In Portland."

"Maybe she is." He whispers.

"What is next? You can't stay here forever. Dump or get off the pot."

"By the way, I didn't send flowers. I sent books."

I blink. We erupt in laughter. "Bro. Books?"

"First editions. She is an English Literature major. I think she will like them." He says sheepishly.

"Here's hoping. You romantic devil."

After our day of rafting and beer, I settle into my suite. I am surveying the contents of the mini bar when I am startled by a banging at the door. I open the door to a brooding Christian.

Before I can ask about the fire, he interrupts. "No time for pleasantries. Something came up. Put your shoes on. Let's go."

"Is Preston waiting for us?"

"No time. He is headed back to Seattle. Ana is in trouble. We going to a in bar somewhere near the WSU campus. I am waiting on my staff to pinpoint the exact location."

We catch the elevator to the garage where Christian's Audi SUV is located. Christian is so agitated that I grab the keys out of his hand. I am happy to be a part of this experience. I get to meet the woman my brother is in love with.

We walk into The Coug. It is a typical college dive bar. There are tall wooden tables and high-metal stools everywhere. There is writing over all surfaces and it smells like beer and onion rings. There are swarms of college students everywhere. Groups of girls are screaming to each other while wobbly holding on to each other. Frat guys throwing back bottles of beer I instantly feel old.

I follow behind Christian as he scans the room. He immediately walks to the right side of the room. There is a table with a beautiful strawberry-blonde woman. She is surrounded by guys who are hanging on to her every word. She is smiling and animatedly talking. No doubt telling a story. So that's Christian's girl? I understand why my brother is obsessed with her. She is gorgeous. I never would have imagined my brother with her. She is the opposite of my brother. She is light to his dark. She is too full of light for my dark, brooding brother.

Christian stiffly makes his way through the crowd. Ana sees Christian headed her way and her smile fades. Oh shit! This isn't going to go well. I better run interference. I don't want Christian to be embarrassed. He will never date another woman.

Christian arrives at the table with me following along closely. I get a better view of this beautiful woman. She has jade green eyes with a cute upturned nose. Her lips are pouty. She has a beautiful golden bronze glow.

Christian curtly addresses the beauty, "Katherine. This is my brother Elliot. Where is Ana?"

A-ha.

"Well, hello to you Grey." She turns to me with a brilliant smile, "Hello Elliot. Please call me Kate."

I return her smile. "Good evening Kate."

She turns back to Christian. Smile fading, she dryly continues, "Ana went outside to get some air."

Christian turns to me, "I will be back. Stay out of trouble." We both know that he means "don't fuck with any of these girls."

I head to the bar and order my favorite imported Belgian Beer. The bartender alerts me that he doesn't carry it, so I order a bottle of Bud Light.

I make my way back to the table near the beautiful blonde. I stand there awkwardly surveying the crowd. It feels like there have been decades since my Arizona State University days. I'm happy that I no longer have to hang around this scene.

I feel a tug at my leather jacket. The beautiful blonde waves to me, "Elliot. Don't just stand there looking weird. Please join us." She gestures to the empty seat next to her.

She smiles and asks, "We didn't get formally introduced. I am Katherine Kavanagh. But everyone calls me Kate."

As she prattles through the introductions of the tablemates, I search my memory bank. Kavanagh. Kavanagh. Is she related to Eamon?

Before I can introduce myself to the group, she continues. "So, you are Christian Grey's brother? Is he always so intense?"

I laugh, "You have no idea. Very nice to meet you." I imperceptibly raise my eyes at "you."

The music changes to a sultry, Latin-based groove. She looks at me and starts gyrating in her chair. I take a swig of my beer and gesture towards the dance floor. She grabs my hand and pulls me to the center of the dance floor. As I follow, my eyes survey the gyrating Miss Kavanagh. She is dressed like a typical college student - dark skinny blue jeans, a black fitted t-shirt that shows off her tiny waist and heeled ankle boots. I can feel all of the eyes on us. I feel like everyone knows her and they want to know who I am.

Once we reach our destination, she flirtatiously winks, "Let's see your moves, Grey." She begins to gyrate and hips and move towards me as I sway side to side. The two of us are in sync with the music and with each other. She smiles at me and we lock eyes. Our bodies matched in rhythm. After what feels like an eternity, she turns slowly backs her body against me. We begin to rock against each other. I place my arms around her waist. She is of average height. I am at least six inches taller than her. She smells like mandarin oranges. The blends of citrus transports me back to summers spent at our Southern California estate. She reminds me of pleasant memories of suntan oil, convertibles, bikinis, sand and laughter.

This is fun.

We continue to rock against each other until the tune changes. She says, "Come on. Let's get you another beer." We head back to our table and she signals for the waiter.

"You are a great dancer!"

I modestly answer, "I try." After a pause, I ask, "Kavanagh? Are you related to the Kavanagh media family?"

"My father is Eamon."

"Christian has business dealings with your father."

"Yes, he does. I am very familiar with you."

"You are?" I wonder where this is headed.

She nods. "I researched Christian for my interview for the school newspaper. I enjoyed the video of a speech you gave at the Northwest Association for Green Builders. I am happy to see that you specialize in modern building practices. Also, I ran across several interesting articles, interviews and photos of you. You are quite the man."

Changing the subject, "Well Kate. Since you know so much about me. Tell me about yourself." I prepare myself for the typical superficial conversation of girls her age. I don't care about the latest episode of The Real World or what the Kardashians are doing. I brace myself to hear about her desires to become a fashion designer or celebrity stylist. Or is she a burgeoning YouTube makeup artist?

"You know my father. My mother works in fashion. I have a younger brother, Ethan. I am a dual-major - journalism and Political Science. After graduation, there is a middle-management position waiting for me at Gloss magazine. I am going to relocate to Seattle. I am not sure if I want to take it or enroll in law school at the University of Washington. I want a life more fulfilling than a vanity title working for my father's corporation."

This is interesting.

"I took a gap year from high school. I spent the time as an au pair in France. I love children, so I spent time as an au pair in France. I spent the year conversing with the children in English. On the weekends, I explored Europe by train."

A woman after my own heart.

The waiter drops off two glasses of Blue Moon beers with orange slices. I hand the waitress a fifty-dollar bill and state, "No change."

She continues, "Elliot, I understand that you are quite the man around town. What brings you to Portland? Or shall I ask who?"

I smile. "A person very important to me asked me to visit Portland. Christian asked me to join him while he spends the next couple of days working here." I place an emphasis on Christian.

"He is still here?" She looks shocked by this finding.

"Yes. We are staying at the Heathman."

"Oooooh. I see." The gears are working in her head. At this point, a young guy walks over to the table. Shoulders squared, he angrily grabs his jacket. Kate yells "Jose. What's wrong?"

He answers with an abrupt, "Nothing."

"Where's An-?"

He stomps away before she completes the question.

"Laters, Jose." Her voice fades into a whisper. Kate looks back at me with widened eyes and shrugs.

Laters? I love it.

"So, Elliot, you were saying that Christian is still at the Heathman. Wait. Why are you all here? Did Ana reach out to you?"

Thankfully, Christian returns to the table. In tow is a tall, thin, brunette. I assume that is Ana. As Christian introduces us, I look over the woman with interest. She has long dark hair. She is the type of beauty that is easily overlooked – classic, understated and subtle. One thing that isn't subtle is the slight wobble in her stance. She is very drunk. She can barely stand up. Christian is visibly annoyed. He rolls his eyes and tells us that he is taking Ana home.

Kate looks at Christian and snarls, "Listen Grey. If you so much as hurt a hair on her head I will have your nutsack in a vice. I mean it." She pokes him in the arm for emphasis.

Christian appears amused by Kate's threat. I think I know my brother better than anyone. Touching is a no-no. He is not going to like that. But she really is an adorable drunk. I know that he is angered that she touched him. His amusement quickly fades, "From the looks of it, you don't need any more drinks either. You are leaving with us. Grab your things. Elliot. Let's go." His voice pierces the room.

Before I can say a word, Kate stubbornly interjects, "I decide when I am ready leave. You are not my boss! Elliot please stick around. WE will decide when WE are ready to go." This is fun. I stand back drinking my beer and amusement on my face. I admire her courage. I am also impressed that she isn't the least bit intimidated of Christian.

Christian is dumbfounded. Nobody talks to him in such a tone. He sighs and turns to me, "Elliot, text me when you are ready, and I will send Prescott for you two."

"Bro. No worries. We will grab a cab."

He raises a brow, "Be careful. I don't want to get you out of any trouble." He subtlety nods towards an obviously buzzed Katherine. The implication is obvious, "Elliot, don't fuck the college student." Oblivious to our conversation, Kate is bopping along to the music.

"Looks like you are on hair holding duty tonight. Enjoy Bro!"

Christian rolls his eyes again before he turns to gather Ana. They slowly make their way through the thickening crowd. Ana turns and feebly waves. She is green and wobbly. Christian is half carrying and half dragging her. After a few steps, he swoops her in his arms and carries Ana out.

I turn back to Kate. I smile and nod at the appropriate points as she chatters about her dreams and upcoming vacation plans. I finally get a chance to get a good look at her. I am in awe of her beauty. I can't concentrate on our conversation. I am too busy reviewing and committing every detail of her face to memory. She has a small beauty mark above her lip and a dimple in her right cheek. Her teeth are amazingly straight and white. When she smiles her entire face scrunches up. She is adorable.

The song changes to a catchy pop tune sung by a Canadian pop artist. She exclaims, "I love this song. Let's dance." Before I can answer, she leads me once again to the center of the dance floor. This time she immediately assumes the position of pressing her body against mine. I take the liberty of placing my hands on her hips and keeping her firmly in place. After thirty seconds of her lovely behind pressed against my pelvis and I can feel my loins come on fire. Damn. I am like a teenager with this girl. She turns and smiles at me. It is a secret between the two of us.

Thankfully the song ends. I summon the waiter and order two bacon, mushroom cheeseburgers and an order of steak fries with two more beers. After looking at Kate's glassy eyes, I change her beer to sparkling water.

Through squinted eyes, Kate says, "I have talked all evening. I don't know anything about you. Elliot, I noticed that you have been linked to many socialites and celebrities. What is up with that?"

"I am single. I haven't found the right woman."

"So, you are dating a lot of women until you find the right one?"

Changing the subject, I respond with, "Lately I have been focusing on expanding my business. My empire"

"That's right. You are in construction. But don't try to change the subject. Do you want a monogamous relationship? Are you the boyfriend type?"

"I am much more than the boyfriend type. I am the husband type. What about you? A gorgeous woman such as yourself, the men must flock to you."

"I don't date much. The guys here are so immature. I am probably the oldest person in my class. I don't care about one-night stands, keg parties and trips to Cabo."

"Beauty and brains. I like it. If I am not being too forward, how old are you Miss Kavanagh?"

"I am 24 years old. I will be 25 on Christmas Eve. Come on Grey. Quit the bullshit. Who are you?"

Hmmm. That's interesting. She is only four years younger than me.

I sigh and decide to be honest. I begin with my well-rehearsed spiel, "Most of what you have read about me is true. Please remember that my social life sells newspapers. But there are certain parts of my life that haven't been exposed. I am 29 years old. I was born in Detroit. My biological mother died shortly after I was born. I never knew my father. His name isn't listed on my birth certificate. My grandmother raised me until she died of a sudden heart attack. She was my life. She baked cookies, read books. We didn't have a lot, but we had each other. She was the only person that I had in my life."

"I was sent to an orphanage. About two weeks in one of the bigger kids did a karate move on me and broke my arm. At the hospital my mother, Grace, an emergency physician, reset my arm." In an attempt to add levity, I add, "My father Carrick fell for my boyish charm and wit and decided to adopt me. We relocated to Seattle when I eight years old. You met my brother. I also have a younger sister, Mia."

"I know Mia. We have mutual friends. She is awesome."

"Tell me three things that you think would shock me."

"First, I am fluent in three languages – English, French, and Italian. Second, I am a dual major in political science and journalism. Third, I can make a mean lemon drop martini. I would love for you to try one."

Over the next hour, we eat our sandwiches and chat about world events and our families. We survey the thinning crowd and determine that it is time to leave.

Kate and I stand outside the bar waiting for a cab to arrive. I noticed that she shivers. I take off my leather jacket and wrap it around her shoulder. She smiles. I want more time with this interesting woman. I think that she is interested. "Kate, thank you for entertaining me this evening. Is It ok if I call you sometime?"

"If you didn't, I will be disappointed. Where's your phone?"

She looks through his phone, "You don't have Bump?" She downloads and bumps her phone against mine. "Get with the times Elliot."

She is very drunk, and I am a little buzzed. But I take a chance, . I lightly caress her cheek. I close my eyes and lean in. I pause before I reach her lips. I feel her tremble. Our breaths quicken. Nothing overtly sexual. When I opened my eyes, she has a sweet peach-colored blush to her cheeks and I am again reminded of sunshine.

The cab arrives, and I open the door for Kate. After I settle into the backseat of the taxi, Kate moves closer to me. She reaches for my hand and intertwines her fingers with mine. I rub her knuckle with my thumb. She sighs and leans onto my shoulder.

We arrive at the apartment she shares with Ana. I ask the cab driver to wait as I help her out. I escort her to the lobby of her apartment. We awkwardly stand at the vestibule. I am unsure if I should kiss her again. I decide to give her an innocent forehead kiss and prepare myself to walk away and get into the awaiting cab." I better go now. I am headed back to Seattle tomorrow. I will reach out to you on Sunday. Be sure to lock the door behind you."

The cab driver honks. She is crestfallen. As I turn to walk back to the cab. She whispers the magic words, "Don't go. Please stay."

I don't want to leave. My response is simple. "OK"

We walk up the flight of stairs to the apartment that she shares with Ana. She awkwardly fumbles with the keys. She is still drunk. I take the keys from her hand and open the apartment door for her.

I look around the apartment. The apartment has similar modern fixtures to my loft – exposed bricks and ductwork, clean lines, and marble. However, there is a tasteful blend of bohemian and shabby chic that smooths out all of the hard edges. You can tell that women live here. This is a far cry from my post-ASU apartment which was filled with ready-to-assemble furniture, bongs and beer funnels.

As I look around the apartment, Kate retreats to her bedroom. I take a spot on the gray sectional and grab the television remote. After a few minutes, she returns in tank top and sweatpants. Her face is freshly scrubbed and hair in a ponytail. Peaches and Cream complexion. She is flushed – either from the drinking or from washing her face.

She hiccups, "I am glad that you are here. I assure you that I was not raised in a barn. Are you thirsty? Do you need anything?" I decline and pat the sectional gesturing for her to sit next to me. I flip the channel until I find a 90's sitcom about six friends living and working in New York City. I wrap my arm around her shoulder and she nestle into my chest. She sighs and smiles at me. We laugh at the characters' experience in finding love. When the sitcom changed to a show about an extended family in the Bay Area, I look down at Kate and she is asleep in my arms. This is nice.

At this point, it is 1:30 in the morning. She is sound asleep. I pick her up and carry her to the room that she retreated to. I whisper, "Is your bedroom this way?" She drunkenly nods and wraps her arms around my neck.

I gingerly place her in the bed and brush an errant strand of hair off her face. She smiles in her sleep. Is it presumptuous to sleep in her bed? Or should I go back to the sectional? I'm not a child. I am sleeping next to her. I sit on the edge of the bed and take off my shoes, socks and belt. I place my phone on the nightstand. I stretch out on the left side of the bed.

This is new. I drift off to a lullaby of her soft snores. Katherine Kavanagh. Kate. I swiftly drift into a deep slumber.

...

I am awakened by a feather-light touch on my cheek and fingers in my hair. I open my eyes to Kate's magical jade green eyes staring back at me.

"Good morning. Did you sleep comfortably?"

"Good morning. Yes. A very comfortable sleep. When you weren't snoring."

She laughs, "I snore? Ha! You snored so loudly that I was afraid the neighbors would complain!" I hit her with one of the pillows. "Thank you for taking care of me." She gestures towards one of the doors, "The bathroom is over there."

In the bathroom, there is a toothbrush and washcloth waiting for me. I do the necessary. I wash my face with her facial products and use the toothbrush and toothpaste provided. I run my damp hands through my hair while admiring my torso in the mirror. I have always been athletic, but recent training with Bastille has transformed me into the perfect blend of lean muscle.

OK Elliot. You must head back to the Heathman. First, text Christian for a pickup or call a cab. Shit. Christian is with Ana. I will call a cab. Then kiss Kate on the forehead. Ask her to join you for dinner. Walk out of the door and into a cab. Go back to the Heathman. Then you can spend the remainder of the morning having "special time" with your dick.

Opening the bathroom door and her bedroom has transformed into my vision of heaven. Bathed in sunlight, Kate is ethereal. The sunbeams cast an angelic glow upon Kate. Kate all aglow is a sexy image that will be forever etched in my memory. She took down her ponytail causing her long, blonde hair to spill over her shoulders. Her cheeks are painted an apricot-colored glow. She smiles when she sees me. She is still dressed in the sweatpants and a tank. The strap of her tank is hanging off her shoulder. To the left of her is a box of condoms with a single gold package next to it. One condom? I will need a lot more than one.

Kate beckons me, "Come here." The intent is clear. I stand at the foot of the king-sized bed deliberating the consequences. I know that women and my business didn't mix. As a result of laser-focused discipline, my life is finally moving back into place.

Sex on the first date is moving very fast. Is this really a date? I have to remedy this soon. She is smart and ambitious. She deserves so much more than being a fuck buddy. I can't be half-in or half out. I need to be clear with myself. Am I looking for sex or something more? It isn't fair to me or Kate if we fuck to satisfy my sexual needs. Also, her father is a client of Grey Enterprises. If I fuck this up, I could be in for a world of trouble with Christian.

It doesn't have to be that way. I am a good man. If given the opportunity, I will do whatever it takes to make this woman mine. Mine. The word sends a streak of fire to my loins. Begrudgingly giving into my desires, I remove my shirt giving a full display of my perfectly chiseled arms, pecs, and abs. I am nervous. I am no stranger to one-night stands and sex on the first dates, but this feels different. Kate is a good girl. She is loyal to her friends. She doesn't take shit and sticks up for herself. I attempt to add levity by striking a classic body builder pose. She laughs and pats the bed, "You are so fucking hot. Bring that sexy ass here."

With our eyes locked, I place my knee on the mattress and slowly crawl towards Kate. I use my leg to spread her legs apart creating space for myself at the apex of her legs. I settle at her center. I sensually press my pelvis against hers. The unexpected pressure of my body causing her to gasp. I dip my tongue into her opened mouth. My tongue caressing hers. I can feel my heart rapidly beating in my chest. I look down at the beautiful nymph that lies beneath me. You are a lucky man Grey.

I stroke her beautifully dimpled cheek cupping her chin in my hand. I trace the outline of her lip with my thumb as I silently will her to ask me to stop. Kate give me a signal that you want me to stop. I need you to tell me to stop. She smiles and kisses my fingertip. I press myself against her again. She whimpers softly.

"Kate. Are you sure that this is what you want? I can stop." I lean in to lightly nip her chin. Not wanting to break the connection, I kiss her softly and tentatively.

"I want nothing more." The soft and breathless words open the floodgates of my desire. She tangles her fingers in my hair, pulling me forward and deepening the kiss. After an eternity, she lifts her body allowing full access to undress. I roll up her tank top dropping it on the bed. My reward is two perfect mounds that fit the palms of my hands. My mouth follows my fingers as I take delight in the pink tipped hardened nipples.

I trace my fingers down her torso resting at the waistband of her sweatpants. I hover in for another long, deep kiss as my hands deftly slide her pants down.

Is she as ready as I am? My fingers reach her center and explore the delicate lace of her underwear. I groan, "You are so wet. You are ready for me, aren't you?" She nods. "I need a little more time with you."

I am eager to explore every inch of her body. I make my way down the length of her body. She has a small green shamrock tattoo on her hip bone. I kiss the tattoo and her entire body trembles. I am going to have fun with you.

I reach her light blue panties with the lacy waistband. I use my teeth to bring them down. She kicks her panties off. I plant a small kiss on her ankle and sweep my tongue along the delicate flesh of her inner leg leading to her thighs. Her hips rise off the bed in response. I can't control myself, my tongue flicks out to taste her. My tongue dips and swirls into the deepest recesses of her womanhood.

"Mm. Yes." Just the reaction I was going for.

I spend the next fifteen minutes alternating between licking, kissing, sucking, and flicking with the intent of taking her over the edge. I cover every inch of her womanhood with my tongue. I feel her legs erupt in trembles until she finally releases with a loud throaty wail.

While she is basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking and catching her breath, I whisper, "I will let you have a moment. After you have composed yourself, I am going to fuck you. Very hard. Kate, I promise that I will give you every inch and every thrust that I have within me. I will go slow and fast until you can't take anymore. We will come together and then I will hold you in my arms. We will start the entire process again and again until we have both had enough. You will enjoy every minute of it. In return, I promise I won't ever hurt you. Do you trust me?" She feebly squeaks out an affirmative response.

Once her breathing returns to normal, I kiss her lightly on her the lips. She deepens the kiss and unzips my jeans. Flesh-to-flesh, I somehow manage to wriggle out of my jeans without breaking our connection. My boxer briefs to her bare flesh, my dick strains to its limits, begging for release.

After an eternity, she whispers, "Fuck me…Fuck me now."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes", in a rushed breath as she bucks like a horse.

I aim to please.

Positioning myself over her, I grab the condom off the nightstand. She rises and pulls my boxer briefs down. Her eyes widen as she takes in my length. Never taking my eyes off of her, I open the condom package with my teeth and begin the process of sliding the condom down the generous length of my penis. She licks her lips and the blood surges straight to my cock. I am harder than I have ever been. Wrapping her arms and legs around me, she urges me to enter. I slowly slide into her. She inhales deeply as she contracts her pelvic muscle. She is the warmest, tightest that I have ever been in. I hold still, because if I continue to move I would surely burst. After seconds in that position, she pulls me in closer. I continue until she takes all of me. I want her to understand how deep I can go. I begin serving her slow, long strokes, relishing every single centimeter. Every thrust brings forth deep guttural moans from each of us.

Her fingers run down my arm leaving goosebumps in their wake. If she continues with that, I will come. I catch her fingers and intertwine with mine. In a silent gesture to continue with our lovemaking, she kisses my right shoulder. With one hand interlaced with hers and the other supporting her back, I begin to slowly rock against her sex. I am amazingly present. Every neuron of my body is alive.

Kate cues that she wants me to move faster. If I speed up, our lovemaking will be over, and I don't want it to end. I roll over while still inside of her and she is now on top. She smiles and knows exactly what to do. She has total control of the pace of our movements. She alternates between taking us almost to the brink and then slowing down to allow the passion to build. We continue this rhythmic pattern until we both explode in sync. I make a silent vow to Kate. If given the chance, I will be the man that she deserves.

Kate collapses on my chest. I pull out of her and discreetly remove the spent condom. I stroke her blonde hair and gaze at her beautiful body bathed in the sunlight. "God, you are amazing." She doesn't answer. Maybe this was the wrong idea. "Hey. Are you okay with this?"

She smiles at me dreamily. "Yes. I am just a bit overwhelmed by what just happened."

Overwhelmed?

Kate notes my confusion. "No. Not in a bad way. In a mind-blowing way. I didn't imagine that lovemaking, er, sex could be so incredible."

I sigh a breath of release and hug her tighter. We both close our eyes and drift off into a slumber.

I awaken to stirring. Kate dreamily rolls over to her pillow. "Hey you. How are you? Are you hungry? I'm starving."

I thrust up my pelvis and add a rogue smile, "Haven't you had enough?"

She hits me with a pillow. "I am hungry for FOOD!" She sobers, "Elliot, I have a confession. I am not a great cook. If that is important to you, I feel you should know now. Ana usually takes care of cooking. I can prepare cereal and work the espresso machine, but anything more than that will be a challenge."

I laugh, "I am not a great cook either. I am good with whatever you choose."

"Awesome. There is an incredible diner at the corner. They usually deliver in thirty minutes. How about pancakes, eggs, bacon, hash browns? They have incredible Denver omelets."

"I'll take a Denver omelet."

She slips out of bed, my eyes follow her naked, tanned ass as she locates her telephone to place the order. She slips back into the bed and rests her head on my chest.

In another first, I find myself seated at the island with Kate preparing coffee and juice. Over a breakfast of pancakes, bacon, omelets, she hilariously shares a tale of being the clumsy ballerina in her third-grade ballet recital. During a lull in the conversation, I feel the need to assure her that this is not a one-night stand.

"Kate, we started very fast." Her smile fades. Quickly, I add, "This isn't a fling for me. I would like to spend more time with you."

"I would like that too. When do you return to Seattle?"

"I am driving back this evening."

She pouts, "So soon? I don't want you to leave."

"Why don't you come back to Seattle with me? Spend a few days with me. I will make sure that you are back before your graduation."

"I can't. My parents and brother arrive on Tuesday morning. I need to be here to greet them at the airport. Why don't you stay here with me? You can help me pack up my stuff. It will be a lot of fun."

I groan, "Manual labor? I guess I will stick around. Next you will want me to help you move boxes."

She sheepishly grins, "Well, now that you mention it…"

"Kate, don't ever hesitate to ask me for help."

She pushes her chair back and rushes over to me. She straddles my lap and gives me a long soul-stirring kiss. My body responds favorably to our activities. Feeling my hardening cock pressing against her delicate areas, Kate huskily drawls, "Elliot, you are so dirty. Let's clean you off." She takes my hand and leads me to the master bathroom.

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Once inside the master bathroom, Kate turns on the floor warmers. She takes out her iPhone and the slow and sexy sounds of a wailing pop singer permeates the air. The spell of the deep, bass beats transforms my soul and I am forever changed.

Standing in front of me, Kate looks me in the eyes while she takes off her tank and sweatpants until she stands before me completely nude. Finally. I am blessed with an unhindered view of my lover. Freshly fucked is the perfect description for Kate's demeanor - disheveled hair, hooded eyes, flushed skin, and swollen pout. My eyes drift off to the swell of her teardrop shaped breasts, down her sculpted abs and settling on the landing strip shaped tuft placed in the epicenter of her thighs. Her eyes speak, silently asking my next move.

Challenge accepted! Ripping off my shirt, unfastening my jeans, I let my pants drop to the floor. I stand before her equally nude. Her green eyes begin their descent from my chest directly to my dick. Like a snake charmer, her gaze makes my dick twitch back to life.

Kate opens the shower door and turns the thermostatic shower panel to a suitable temperature. Water streams from overhead and the sides. As the water warms, she gathers several fluffy white towels and a bath rug. She opens the foggy glass shower door leading to the steam shower. Like an eager puppy, I follow behind her.

The shower is the ideal temperature. She wraps her arms around me and presses her face to my bare chest. We stand in our embrace allowing the warm water to wash over us. A baptism leaving my past lovers behind. From this moment forward, Kate is my future.

Once we are drenched, she adds bath gel to the bath sponge. The scent of Hibiscus and Fig quickly envelopes the room as she washes her breasts, arms, and legs. She hands me the bath sponge and I soap her neck, arms and back. I lather her ass and thighs. Taking a step forward to her, I drop the sponge and bend to kiss the exposed flesh at her neck. My cock twitches and I feel it growing towards her, seeking her attention. Instinctually, she steps closer to me. Playfully I pin her wet body to mine. My semi-hard dick is pressed firmly against her back as she squirms in a vain attempt to escape.

She laughs and wiggles against my sex as I begin to wash her sex with my fingers. I hold her tighter and playfully scold, "Stop moving. I want to make sure that every part of you is clean. If you move, I will have to start over." She giggles as she struggles to remain still as my fingers skillfully move in and out of her. She surrenders widening her legs allowing me full access. Her giggles become fast pants matching the rhythm of my insertions. She is wet so wet. "Kate, I can't tell if it is the water or if you are turned on. Are you wet for me?"

Hoarsely, she cries, "Yeeeesssss." She leans her head against my chest as she rides the waves of her passion. Slowly ebbing and taking her to the verge of release.

"Cum for me sweetheart. Don't hold back. There's a lot more where this comes from." As if granted permission, Kates pants become more rapid before she explodes with wet lava. I hold her tightly as she gains stability in her legs. The water continues to beat against us. The water beads on her arms and breasts rolling down her luxurious curves. I bend to kiss her dew-covered eyelashes.

Picking up the sponge, Kate turns towards me and begins to rub the sponge on my chest. She lowers the sponge to my stomach. I turn to allow her to wash my back while the shower jet rinses my front. She lightly nips my back as she lightly swirls the sponge on my back.

"I don't know which is better. The view from behind you or the view from in front of you", she breathlessly creaks.

She presses herself to me and wraps her arms around my waist. She slowly and purposefully begins to rub her breasts against my back. "Kate, if you don't stop…" Her movements resurrect my dick from the dead. I turn to proudly display my rock-hard cock. I huskily whisper, "You are all clean, but I am still dirty. What are you going to do about that?"

"I have a feeling that you are always dirty." Lightheartedly I smack her on the ass. She shakes her butt in reaction. "Watch it. I like that shit."

I kiss her with every ounce of emotion that I have. All of the blood from my drains from my head and feet and flows to my dick. Gripping my erect manhood, she lowers herself. "I haven't seen the view while looking up at you." She strokes me while gingerly licking my balls. She moves to my dick lighting fluttering the tip. She begins to bob her wet, blonde head taking in my length. Intuitively, I begin thrusting myself inside of her wet warm mouth. With one hand she slowly and purposefully pumps my erect dick while the other hand strokes my thighs. She is divine.

Her eyes gauge my response and she briefly touches her sex to bring much needed relief to her aches. The simple move makes my back arch. She takes her mouth off of me shocking me back into consciousness. "Elliot, you like that don't you?" Unable to speak, I nod and begin thrusting again. Kate resumes making love to me with her mouth. She enthusiastically varies her speed to take me to the brink. Each move is calculated to take me higher and higher until I reach the heavens.

I am about to climax and attempt to pull out of her mouth. Her free hand moves to my ass holding me firmly in place. The contractions surge as I exclaim, "Oh Kate. Don't stop." My eyes roll to the back of my head as I erupt like Mount Saint Helens. She keeps me in her mouth until my climax is complete. I am dazed as she dutifully washes my cock. Once complete, she triumphantly stands, "Thank you." She stands on her tiptoes and plants a soft, chaste kiss on my neck.

That's it! I am going to marry this woman. We will have babies - lots of babies. I will spend my days providing for her. I will give he whatever she wants.

Before we exit the shower, I wrap a towel around Kate's body as she wraps another around her hair. I wrap towel around my waistline.

I don't want to leave.

"Kate, I would like to stay longer. But if I am going to stay in town, I have a couple of items to review for my sales team. I am going to figure out my lodging situation at the Heathman before check-out time. Are we still on for dinner?"

"Of course. I can't wait."

As Kate slides into a hot pink exercise bra and matching exercise pants. I step into the living area to make a call to Christian. I give him a hard time by asking if he got laid. I know that he didn't, but it is fun to tease him. I am embarrassed when he informs me that I was on the car's speakerphone and Ana was riding with him. I quickly recover with a hearty greeting to Ana. Christian informs me that he is on the way to drop Ana off and asks if I needed a ride. Christian abruptly ends the call when I accepted his offer for a ride.

Kate asks, "Was that Christian?"

"Yes, it was." She makes a face. I continue, "He is in the car now."

"I hope Ana is ok. Would you like another espresso, or is a cappuccino better?"

"I would like an espresso. Thank you."

I take a seat at the dining table as Kate handily creates the perfect espresso. She hands me a cup and takes the seat across from me. Kate repeats, "I hope Ana is ok. How is she? Is she ok?"

I ignore her questions, "Kate, I get the feeling that there is friction between you and Christian. Is there anything that we need to talk about?"

I hope that is not the case because I don't want to be forced to make a choice.

She sighs, "Ana is so naïve and painfully shy. In all four years, she hasn't dated anyone. This isn't a stupid college frat guy or a lug head football player, this is Christian Grey. He is a rich, successful man that is used to getting what he wants. My fear is that Ana is going to go from 0 to 100 in order to be what HE wants. She doesn't deserve to be fucked and dumped by him. She would be devastated."

"Kate, my brother is intense. He is a loner. He can be quiet, and he doesn't like to display emotion. He is a really good guy. He talked about her over dinner. She is the first woman that I have ever met. That means something, doesn't it? He would never admit it, but I think that he is sprung on Ana." Kate's mouth is agape. I continue, "I spoke to Ana. She didn't sound in any distress."

I cannot stomach the idea of two of the important people in my lives at odds. I'll have to do something to improve the relationship between the two. Maybe I should handcuff them together and force them to like each other?

Kate breathes a sigh of relief. "I promised her father that I would look out for her. I am responsible for her."

"Kate, he shouldn't have done that. That is too much to ask of anyone." I reach over to clasp her hand, "I know Christian- "

At that moment, Ana and Christian walk in. They both look surprised at the sight of Kate and I leisurely seated across from each other, holding hands while drinking coffee. Kate rushes over to Ana to give her a hug.

Kate greets Christian with a stiff, "Good morning."

Christian responds with an equally if not stiffer, "Miss Kavanagh."

I rise to hug Ana. I correct him, "Christian. Her name is Kate." He glares at me. I am not sure if he is annoyed by my hug or my correction. I glare back with clear intention - Behave or I will fuck you up.

Christian acquiesces, "Good morning Kate", placing an unnatural emphasis on the name. He returns back to me, "Elliot, I have an important appointment to attend to. Are you ready?"

Standing before me is the woman of my dreams. The last twelve hours has been a whirlwind ending with a new inspiration. Unable to contain my emotions, I embrace her and lean in to give her a lustful, intense kiss. Christian thinks that I am trying to make him jealous. I am not trying to make anyone jealous. I regret leaving Kate so soon after our lovemaking. I hope my kiss can provide a promise of the good things to come.

After coming up for air, I whisper, "Laters, baby."