My nose was throbbing. I cracked open my eyes and I blinked a few times to identify the unfamiliar ceiling- dark grey, a stark contrast to the cold, clinical white of the walls. There was only one person I knew with a room this cold and impersonal. A room I had been in thousands of times, but under very different circumstances. Except for the last time I was in here. I was back in the same bed, the same room, waking up after a passionate night fueled by slightly too much alcohol. I turned, hearing heavy, sleepy breathing from besides me.
This had to be a bad case of deja vu. I glanced down, and I was naked except for a soiled and partially ripped thong that was sticking to the inside of my thigh. I was mortified, and I felt the familiar feeling of panic rise as I took in the slumbering Christian Grey lying next to me. He looked so innocent, so peaceful. A huge difference to the memories that were flashing through my mind- the carnal intensity in his eyes.
I took a deep breathe and eased my way out of bed as carefully as possible. I tiptoed to the bathroom, grabbing my dress from the floor along the way, careful not to shut the door fully. In the bathroom, I stared at myself in the mirror, flinching at the bright lights and my own reflection.
My hair was a mess, and I thanked my lucky stars that I had a hair tie on my wrist. Throwing it up in a bun, I ran the water slowly, splashing it on my face and removing the last traces of makeup from under my eyes. I peeled off my soiled panties and threw them in the garbage can before wiping myself down. Shuddering, I pulled on my dress, shaking my head at myself in the mirror. I told myself after last summer this wasn't going to happen again, but it did. And I had a nagging feeling that the consequences would be so much greater if anyone found out.
I touched my nose gently, trying to ignore the bruises that were forming under my eyes and on my left cheek. My nose looked swollen, but it didn't hurt as much now that I was standing. I cursed myself for not having my phone on me and screaming internally when I remembered I left it on the bar outside. I was royally fucked. Sighing, I exited the bathroom and grabbed my shoes on the way out of Christian's room.
It felt like the longest walk of my life as I made my way down the hallway towards the floating glass stairs. I heard voices, and took a deep breath. If I tried to sneak past Grace and Carrick, they would know I was guilty of something. I had never felt like a stranger in the Greys' home. I didn't like it.
I heard Grace walk out of the kitchen and towards where I was climbing down the stairs. She spotted me and her eyebrows raised.
"Ana! What an interesting surprise," she exclaimed, smiling kindly. She noticed my face and instantly transformed into the concerned parent. "Goodness! What happened?"
I shrugged. "Good morning, Grace. It's lovely to see you."
She returned my hug and I smiled and waved at Carrick who was in the kitchen. "Good morning, Ana."
I turned back to Grace. "I was the wrong recipient of a punch."
She frowned. "I'll talk to Christian later."
I paled. "No, Grace! Honestly, he took care of me and let me pass out in his bed."
She nodded, but frowned. We both knew that Christian wasn't the caring one- that was Mia. Carrick interrupted. "I think I'll have a conversation with Christian. I want to know exactly how he took care of you."
I was shocked by his choice of words, but Carrick's eyes were sparkling with laughter. I suspected that he probably knew what was going on. Fortunately, Grace was in doctor mode and didn't pick up on the implications of her husband's statement.
"Yes, it could be broken. Why don't you stay for brunch and I can take a look at it?" Grace offered. I wanted to escape, but I couldn't say no to the woman who was practically one of my other mothers. I nodded and placed my shoes by the door and followed her into the expansive kitchen.
"Carrick, could you fetch the first aid kit from my office?" Grace asked, motioning for me to sit on the kitchen table.
"It's actually in Christian's room," I said, hoping that by telling the partial truth they wouldn't discover the whole thing. "What time did the cleaning crews get here this morning?"
Grace chuckled. "You know Mia. They were gone by seven. Although apparently, it was a very clean party. Your phone is on the table in the foyer by the way. Okay, let's see how good my son is at playing doctor."
I chocked and Grace laughed. She gently touched my bruises and tapped on my cheekbone.
"Well you're cheek bone isn't broken, which is what I was really concerned about," she said. "We'll have to remove the gauze from your nostrils though. That's not going to be comfortable."
"They're dried in there, aren't they?" I asked as Grace grabbed tweezers from the box Carrick had placed on the table next to me.
She nodded and pulled one out quickly, ignoring my wince when she pulled out the second one. "There, that should be much better."
"Thank you, Grace," I said, moving to stand. "I would love to accept your offer for brunch, but I'm afraid my mother will be wondering where I am. Plus, Ray is coming home today."
Grace pushed me towards the front door. "Your father has been talking about nothing but having his two kids home for the summer. We'll probably see you four later for dinner with the Kavanaugh's."
I smiled as I walked down the driveway, spotting Kate in the driver's seat of the red convertible at the end of the driveway. She chuckled at me as I climbed into the car barefoot and tossed my heels on her lap.
"Have a good night?" she asked, waiting for the gates to open. I nodded and closed me eyes. "Your nose doesn't look broken, but your mother will have a fit when she sees those bruises. We have the charity luncheon in two weeks."
I groaned and tried to melt into the leather seat, enjoying the warmth of the sun on my face. "Whatever."
"Anastasia Steele!" she scolded. "Never, in my life, have I heard you groan about any charity event."
"First time for everything," I muttered as she pulled to a stop in front of my house. For once I was thankful we lived so close to the Grey's and the Kavanaugh's.
"Yeah, but last night wasn't the first time, was it?" Kate said, lowering her sunglasses, pulling away before I could respond. I wasn't a violent person by nature, but kicking the potted plant off the top step was extremely gratifying.
I opened the front door and sighed in relief when I couldn't hear any voices. I glanced at the clock on the far wall of the living room, and was pleased it was only 8. My mother wouldn't be back from her spinning class yet. I darted up the stairs and breathed a sigh of relief, locking my door. I heard a scratching at my door and smiled, opening it to reveal a very exuberant dog, Beau.
"Hi buddy," I said, crouching down, allowing him to lick my face. "I missed you! Mommy forgot to pick you up from the kennels yesterday, hmm?"
I grinned when I spotted Helen darting through the door and onto my window seat. Where Beau went, our cat followed. His tail was still wagging as I shut the door, and he hopped up onto my bed. I tossed him a toy from a basket on the bottom shelf of my built-ins and he happily chewed away.
I stepped into my closet and peeled off my dress, ignoring the bruising on my face. A hot shower was what I wanted the most right now, and as I stepped under the warm water, I finally felt myself relax.
I was snuggling with Beau, still wrapped up in towels, when there was a knock on my door, I sighed and eased myself out of bed, starting to feel the effects of last night on my body. Everything was sore.
I pulled the door open and froze.
A very startled Christian Grey was standing on the other side. My mother was standing behind him and her hand flew up and covered her mouth.
"Oh Ana! Does it hurt?" she asked, her hand sliding to her throat to play with the necklace. A nervous habit we shared.
"I'm okay, Mom," I said. Feeling extremely self-conscious I turned my attention back to Christian. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to apologize," he said, producing a bouquet of daisies from behind his back. He turned to my mother. "Would you mind if I speak to Anastasia quickly, Carla?"
"No, of course not darling," she said, reaching up to smooth his hair and tenderly cup his cheek. I frowned at her retreating figure.
"Mom! I'm not even dressed!" I called out after her, trying to get a rise out of Christian.
She turned and chuckled. "He's practically your brother, Ana. I'm fairly certain you and Elliot wear towels in front of each other."
"Can I come in?" he asked, having the decency to look mildly contrite. I stepped out of the way and glared at my traitorous dog who decided to jump up and greet him. He turned his attention back to me, absentmindedly stoking Beau, who was leaning against his legs. "You're face isn't as bruised as it was last night."
I said nothing, but met his steely gaze head on. He sighed and straightened, placing the flowers on my desk. "Look, Ana, I- I don't know what else to do but apologize again and again."
I shook my head. "Why did you do it?"
"You know it was an accident," he said.
"No, not that. Why did you feel the need to throw a punch in the first case? I'm not stupid Christian. We fucking grew up together and you never seemed to care about my interest in guys before," I said, challenging him.
He ran his fingers through his hair. "I guess I see you like a little sister."
I scoffed. "That's bullshit and you know it. It's incestuous for you to say that, and then your actions show something completely different. I don't have time for your shit, Christian."
He stood up, anger flashing dangerously across his face. "I don't know what you want me to say, Ana! I can't give you a good enough answer, if that's what your asking."
I sighed. "So you won't flip out if I bring Luke to dinner with out families tonight?"
He slammed his fist down on my bedside table. "No fucking way! That's only for serious relationships and you know it! Stay away from Sawyer, Anastasia. I mean it!"
I raised my eyebrows, refusing to back down. "You know, I always thought we were better friends than any one else. I used to trust you more than Kate, and I know you trust me more than Elliot. Why are you suddenly not trusting my judgement?"
"Let it go, Ana- I mean it," he said, taking two measured steps towards me, his mouth set in a hard line, his eyes dark and dangerous.
"No, not until you let me go," I said, blinking back the tears that were threatening to fall. His face instantly softened when he noticed.
"I can't do that either. Look at our lives, we are supposed to be friends, family even," he said, lowing his gaze to the floor.
"Why did you do it, Christian," I asked, whispering this time. "Last summer. You could have said no. I would have gotten over it eventually."
He met my gaze, just watching me blink back tears.
"You know why," he said, inhaling sharply before turning and walking out my room. I stood there in shock, processing what had just happened.
Beau was lying down on the floor in my closet, Helen snuggled against him. I took a snapchat, and smiled at my two pets, who as usual, were in the way. I gazed at myself in the mirror. My white dress and lace up heels were stunning, but I couldn't cover the bruise on my face well enough. Sighing, I gathered my phone and lip gloss in a clutch, and shut off the light, leaving the slumbering animals in peace.
"You did a good job of covering the bruises, darling," my mother said, giving me an appraising look. "I'm so pleased you are wearing your watch."
I smiled at my mother, feeling the weight of my graduation present on my wrist. My father loved it when I wore my gifts, and tonight, I needed him to as even-tempered as possible, especially if the incident was going to be brought up at dinner.
Elliot scrambled down the stairs, Beau hot on his heels as he ran out the front door and into the arms of my father. I ran as fast as I could in heels and joined the hug.
"I missed you both so much," he said, kissing our heads.
"Daddy, I'm so glad you're home," I said, breathing in his familiar smell. He looked good, clean shaven and no longer trying to hide his salt and pepper hair. He was turning into a silver fox.
"Annie, what happened to your face?" he asked, his eyes roaming my face.
"The person who as supposed to receive this punch ducked and I was standing behind him," I said. "Nothing's broken."
His eyebrows rose. "Did you consider pressing charges?"
I scoffed. "As if Carrick Grey would let you lock up his son."
Ray visibly relaxed. "He'll let me give him a hard time for it though."
I grinned, happy that my father seemed to find and enjoy the humor in this situation.
"You look lovely, Annie," he said, kissing the top of my head as I headed back inside to grab my car keys. Elliot and Ray joined me in foyer as my mother floated into the room.
"Jack will be driving your father and I. Ana, I trust you know how to get to the mile high club," she said, giving Elliot and I hugs and kisses. I nodded and strolled to the garage, climbing into the matte blue Porsche Panamera.
It was an easy drive into downtown Seattle, and Elliot was singing his heart out to some song he insisted we play on repeat. I didn't mind. I was thankful he wasn't grilling me about last night and that we seemed to have an unspoken agreement to not bring it up again.
I handed the keys to valet, who seemed to recognize Elliot, and we were quickly ushered inside by a very efficient doorman who was on the lookout for photographers. I plastered on a smile as we met everyone else in the lobby. We greeted each other and began to enter the elevator.
"I'll wait for the next one," I said, laughing at the ten adults squeezed inside. "We all used to fit when we were younger."
They nodded, and I waved, laughing at their discomfort as the doors shut.
"Moments like that make me miss childhood," Christian breathed in my ear, giving me a heart attack. I groaned internally at the thought of us being stuck down here together. "How are you doing, Anastasia?"
"I'm fine, Christian," I said, crossing my arms over my chest. He was smiling shyly and he never looked as endearing as he did in this moment. The elevator arrived, the doors opening, and a group of people exited. Christian stepped close behind me and placed a hand on the small of my back guiding me forwards. I felt a delicious tingle travel up my back.
He was leaning against the wall on the other side of the elevator, staring at me. I felt uncomfortable, but I refused to let him win. I stared back, extremely aware of the electricity that seemed to be palpable in the air between us. The door started to slide open, and he graciously waved me forwards, hand immediately going to my lower back again.
We were escorted back to the two tables where the rest of our families were seated. I groaned internally when I realized the the two seats left were at the table with Ray, Carrick, Eamon, and Elliot, while everyone else was seated at the table right next to ours.
"Ana, it's lovely to see you," Eamon beamed, standing, causing all of the men at our table to stand. I caught my mother's eye and she smiled softly, giving nothing away. I was instantly suspicious. Kate caught my eye and smirked, and held up her phone, signaling me to check it.
"Em, it's lovely to see you too!" I said, hugging him back. Eamon Kavanaugh was a lovely man, much more easy going and fun than my father, and I loved him for that. It was easy to see why Kate sometimes found him mildly embarrassing.
Christian helped me into my seat, and sat down next to me, the table suddenly seeming much too small. I pulled my phone out of my clutch and paled when I saw what popped up on the screen. There was a notification from Instagram account that seemed to collect all of the paparazzi photos of me the owner could find. Usually it was focused on my outfits and clothes, but this time, there was a photo of Christian turned towards me, his hand on my back. I slipped my phone back in my clutch, and swiped Elliot's wine glass and drained it while everyone laughed at a joke.
"So Ana, I hear you have a very exciting internship lined up for next summer," Carrick said, drawing me into the conversation.
"Yes, I'll be interning at Tory Birch. I'm still unclear about what it entails, but it's an excellent opportunity to see how a business like that fully operates," I said.
"It's just unfortunate that you'll be staying in New York over the summer," my father said.
I shrugged. "It's worth it."
I glanced up from my food and notice Elliot and Christian engaged in some kind of silent battle of wills. Carrick also picked up on it and chuckled under his breath.
"So Christian, what on earth did my daughter do to deserve such violence against her?" my father asked. Carrick was smiling and he winked at me. I paled.
"Nothing, I meant to hit someone else. The coward ducked," he said, shrugging.
"And Christian, you took good care of her, didn't you son?" Carrick asked. Christian choked on his water.
"I- um, yeah I guess," he said. Carrick was watching him closely, and I knew Christian was getting more and more angry by each passing second. "No, you know what- the truth was I was protecting your daughter's reputation, Raymond."
I scowled at him and was about to speak up the Carrick jumped in. "Yes, you certainly did, didn't you?"
I watched as Carrick silently attempted to get his son to admit that we had spent the night together. I was frozen, holding my breathe. Christian stood up violently, and threw his napkin down on his plate. "Good evening everyone."
He stalked out of the restaurant and didn't look back once.
"I wonder what girl has his underwear in a twist," Eamon mused. Carrick looked directly at me.
The rest of the meal passed by in a blur. Elliot and the other men at my table were laughing and animated, completely forgetting the sudden and furious departure of one stormy-eyed Christian Grey.
The music in the Mile High Club was slowly increasing in volume and tempo as the night wore on. It was tradition for the adults to stay behind and dance the night away in the nightclub, but I had a feeling that we were going to stay too. I poached Mia and Kate from the other table and we made our way to the bathroom. Kate would have interrogated me there, but having Mia act as a shield would stop her from asking too many questions.
We returned to the tables, and Kate was sending off texts in rapid succession, and my phone was vibrating constantly. I rolled my eyes at her, and finished Elliot's glass of wine, ignoring Carrick's perceptive gaze. Our server came to interrupt us and invite us to move our bill to the bar for the rest of the evening. Eamon jumped up to confer with Eleanor, and I glanced at Grace and my mother who looked pretty merry from the amount of wine they head consumed. It was safe to assume our parents would hit the dance floor.
We were ushered towards a plush private booth in the next room, the thumping base already creating a vibrant, enthralling atmosphere. I chuckled as our parents placed their drinks on the table and danced their way onto the packed floor, letting their hair down.
They all worked so hard- especially Ray, Carrick, and Eamon, it was good to see them let their hair down, so to speak. And I wasn't the only one laughing at the show they put on, bodies moving to Rihanna's Work. Kate was pissing herself laughing, and Ethan looked scarred.
"I'm going to go and dance!" Mia announced happily, jumping up. Elliot nodded, escorting her to the floor. Despite her age, Mia was always keen to dance with anyone, and Elliot knew Christian would kill whoever tried to put their hands on her. Kate rolled her eyes and scooted closer to me.
"I feel bad for her, she's the baby girl and she'll never get a chance to live," Kate practically yelled in my ear over the music. I nodded in agreement. "We need to watch out for photographers here. It's Friday which means all of the prowlers will be out."
Kate was being kind using that word. Prowlers were the scumbags who followed us, taking pictures and hoping to sell them for a hefty pay out. Also lumped into that group were the women and girls who did their very best to catch the attention of our brothers, and even our fathers.
"I'll stay here for a while if you want to dance," I offered to both Ethan and Kate. She nodded.
"Christian seemed really pissed off earlier," she said, raising a perfectly arched brow. I shrugged.
"I think Carrick is onto us," I said casually, purposely ignoring her gasp.
"No fucking way!" she exclaimed. "Steele, what the fuck?"
"It's fine Kate."
"Like hell it is! I don't know if you've checked any tabloids yet, but you are a steadily trending topic. Especially since you came back home," she explained. "We're getting national attention now, and I think our parents are considering adding a CPO for each of us, instead of one for both kids."
"Jesus," I said, blatantly finishing off my mom's drink. Kate chuckled.
"It will be fine Steele, just be aware. I'm going to go and dance, come find me when you want to leave. It's pretty irresponsible of you to drink when you're supposed to be the designated driver."
"I'll call Jack to come and pick us all up," I said, shrugging. Kate sighed and headed to the floor, her younger brother hot on her heels, spotting some girl who looked about his age.
I sat and watched for what seemed like hours before someone caught my eye. He was tall and well-build, powerful. He still hadn't turned around from the bar, and I was definitely curious. Picking up the empty glass, I wove through the throng of writhing bodies and reached the bar.
"Gin and tonic, please," I said, nodding at the bartender. The man next to me turned and met my eyes with a steady gaze.
"Anastasia Steele," he said, his voice caressing my name like satin. I quirked an eyebrow.
"You know who I am," I stated.
"Jose Rodriguez. And I'm fairly certain you know who I am," he said.
"The photographer," I stated, recognizing his name. He was one of the most sought after fashion photographers, and considering I was going to be interning for a designer next summer, I knew exactly who he was.
"Have you ever considered modeling? With your look and physique I have no doubt you could be extremely successful," he said, handing me his card. I slipped it in between two fingers and grabbed the glass that was set down on the bar.
"I'll think about it."
I meandered back to the booth, smiling at how much fun my family members seemed to be having. Elliot was chatting up some redhead who was blushing and looked like she'd never been to club like this. I glanced at Kate who had definitely noticed, and was busy dancing solo in front of a booth of attractive guys. Mia and Ethan were doing some ridiculous dance and had roped a few others to join them. I didn't look for our parents, because they would either be locked in a very romantic embrace or gone. When I turned my attention back to my drink, Christian was sitting on the other side of the booth.
"Let's get out of here," he said, standing and gliding over to help me up.
I texted Kate, sighing when I heard her phone vibrate in the clutch bag that was on the table. I took his hand, ignoring the tingle that traveled up my arm and down my spine at such a simple touch.
Trailing behind him, our hands still connected, I admired the view. Christian in a suit was something to behold. His messy bronze hair was completely opposite from the clean lines of his tailored jacket. It accentuated his muscles, tight where it needed to be. He wore a suit better than anyone I had ever seen.
After another tension filled elevator ride, we entered the lobby. The valets were waiting with his car, and he shielded me from the sudden flashes that flooded the lobby. More valets were suddenly in front of us, blocking their view. We were herded into his black Aston Martin, and he wasted no time shifting it into gear, and speeding away.
"Jack is behind us," he said, and I felt relieved when Jack flashed his headlights to let us know. "Prescott is with him."
"Where are we going?" I asked, confused that he missed the usual exit to Bellevue.
"Your favorite place on Earth," he said simply. "Everyone will join us tomorrow evening. Elliot is throwing a party, but I had a feeling you would want to escape Bellevue before then."
I smiled as he pulled into the familiar marina. I was excited and I smiled at Christian, who looked more relaxed than I had seen him in a while.
"Mac has the yacht ready. It's faster than The Grace," he explained. On a clear day, it took half an hour to reach Boulders Island, or the Greys' private island estate nestled in the San Juan Islands. But, it was dark and the water was choppy, and we both knew that the yacht would be the faster, safer option. Not that I minded. Being out on the water with the promise of escaping the world for twenty four hours appealed.
Prescott followed us with a black duffel bag and I slid off my heels as soon as we were on the deck. Mac and Christian shook hands and Prescott disappeared down into the living quarters as soon as Mac cast off and began maneuvering the yacht out of the harbor.
Christian draped a blanket over my shoulders and sat down next to me as we watched the twinkling lights of Seattle grow smaller and smaller as we entered open water.
"Are you cold?" he asked. I shook my head and scooted over on the lounge chair. He sighed, ran a hand through his hair, and snuggled in next to me. I fixed the blanket over us.
"This reminds me of the first time we took a trip here," I said, reminded of the time when he kidnapped me in the dead of night when I was thirteen. That was a weekend that changed us both. He told me the truth about his past and how it was an unspoken secret that he was adopted. It was a lot for me to digest at the time, but Christian, still a naïve fifteen year old, had wanted to tell someone so badly. After he told me his story, we spent the weekend lying in the sun on towels, playing board games at night, and completely wrapped up in our own thoughts. It was also when we shared our first kiss.
Ever since that summer weekend, Christian had always made a point to sneak me out at night and take me to the island. Except for last summer. I locked my window on the night of July 28th and locked my door. I didn't even know if he tried to sneak in or not that night.
We were both silent as Mac docked the yacht and handed Christian a bag. He helped me off of the boat, and clasped my hand loosely as we strolled up the dock to the slate path. Nestled among spectacular evergreen trees was a small mansion, built by loggers and trappers in the late 1800's. Grace had completely remodeled the inside when we were younger, leaving the original facade and outside in place. It was truly a work of art, and priceless property. The island was a total of eighteen acres, the forest a playground for us when we were younger. As we strolled along the familiar slate path, I jumped on Christian's back. He chuckled and left the bag on the ground for Prescott to pick up. I kept my hands very loose, very careful to only let my arms rest on his shoulders.
He unlocked the door and flipped on the lights, exposing the ultra modern interior. I dropped my heels by the door, and strolled through the great room to the patio. He followed me outside, pausing to grab a fur throw off of one of the couches. We cuddled up on one of the reclining lounge chairs like last time.
"I'll start a fire," he said, climbing out after what seemed like hours. He began working the outdoor fire place, and quickly the patio was illuminated in a soft light and warmth.
"Who knows we are here?" I asked, suddenly curious.
"Well Jack and Prescott, of course, and Mac. Our parents will just think we headed to the island early. We'll take the yacht back to the mainland tomorrow afternoon and pretend we were home and then head back out here," he said. I nodded, understanding why he wanted the secrecy. If our parents found out, a lot of questions would be asked. Even when we were sixteen and eighteen they were concerned. I snuggled deeper into the blanket and froze when my butt brushed Christian's crotch. He coughed and I was extremely aware of his very hard length pressing into my behind as I froze. I felt his lips lightly graze the sensitive spot behind my ear.
"Christian," I breathed, turning to push against his arms.
"Shh," he whispered against my skin. His lips traveled higher, trailing along my jawbone, heating my skin as he traced a path to my lips. His lips were suddenly on mine, steady and pressing. his tongue darted out and traced the seam, and I sighed into his mouth, relishing in the feeling of his tongue stroking mine. His hands started to wander, sliding up and down my side slowly, keeping pace with the strokes of his mouth against mine.
We were lying on our sides, and he gently pushed me onto my back, hovering over me- letting me feel his body, but not the full weight of it. Giving into the feeling, I wrapped my legs loosely around his hips. He pulled away and gazed at me.
"Ana, I need to know that you're sure about this," he said, his eyes black with desire. I nodded and pulled his face back to mine. He rocked his hips into mine and I moaned at the contact.
Before I could register what was happening, he was sitting up, his shirt off, and pulling at my hands to sit me up too. He pulled off my loose white dress revealing my burgundy bra and panties. His swept over my body, sitting in front of him and I felt the blush rise in my cheeks. He stood up and stripped down to his boxers, sitting in front of me again. Both of us could feel the cold, now that we were no longer under the blanket, but it only electrified the atmosphere more. He pulled me to him, his lips much more demanding. He urged me to wrap my legs around his waste as we were sitting face to face. His hands slipped around my back and I felt him unclasp my bra.
His hands were leaving fire as they trailed over my back, sliding around to cup my breasts and squeezing lightly. I ran my fingers through his hair as his left open-mouthed kisses down my neck to my left breast. I let out a moan as I felt his lips clasp around a nipple, his teeth coming out to bite lightly.
"Ah, Christian!" I felt him smile against my skin as his fingers pinched my other nipple, causing a rush of heat to pool between my legs. He was turning me on spectacularly and I pressed myself against his length, eliciting a groan from him. I was desperate for some kind of release and I began to slide my hand underneath his boxers. He pushed me back down onto the fur throw, and slid off his boxers, quirking his eyebrow at me.
He was so well built and I bit my lip, remembering how large he actually was. His hands were at my hips, sliding my panties off and adding them to the pile of clothes on the floor. He grinned salaciously at me, and I squeezed my thighs together trying to get some relief. My sex was throbbing and the way he was just gazing at me wasn't helping. I began to trail my hand down my body to touch myself, when his hand shot out and stopped mine.
He lay down next to me, on his back, his feet placed firmly on the ground. He pulled at my waist, encouraging me to straddle him. He grinned when I was seated on top of him, and pulled me up his body, so I was straddling his face. I braced my hands on the back of the lounge chair, shaking as I felt his soft, hot tongue lick my entire slit. He immediately began working my clit, nibbling slightly, and causing my legs to shake. His fingers joined his tongue and I felt the familiar pressure build. He could tell I was close, clenching around his fingers. He pulled his face away from my lower lips, and I groaned at the loss of contact. He slid down and was rolling on a condom when I turned around to ask him what the fuck he was playing at.
He laid back down, and I quickly straddled him, grinding myself against him, so close to coming. He reached down a slid easily inside, pausing when he felt my walls clench uncontrollably. I closed my eye and gave into the feeling, a fast, tingling warmth spreading all over my body. The pleasure was indescribable, and I was vaguely aware that Christian had pulled out, letting me ride out my orgasm on his fingers.
I was panting heavily as I finally opened my eyes, and he slid back inside, my wall fluttering around him. He grabbed my hips, directing me how to move and I felt the building tension return to my body. He quickly sat up as soon as my hands were about to make contact with his chest and was suddenly driving into me at a ferocious rate, rubbing my clit, chasing his own release.
I couldn't hold on any longer, all of the sensations causing me to explode around him, this time bringing me with him. He collapsed on top of me, burying his face in my neck, our bodies still trembling, him still twitching inside of me as I remained clenched around him, drawing out every last bit of pleasure.
After a while, he pulled out, and removed the condom, knotting it at the top and throwing it on the floor, and pulling the blanket over us. He moved to spoon me, and I relaxed into his arms, letting myself drift off into the safety of sleep.
