Chapter 6 - After Breakfast Fun

APOV

Saturday September 10th

Christian is kissing me on the breakfast bar, and I can't help but get so lost in our kiss. I'm so unaware of what is going on outside of this kiss, it isn't until Christian abruptly stops that I realize what is going on. A woman is standing in the Kitchen, along with Mr. Taylor. Christian hands, that were seconds ago very far up my thighs, move to his sides. Embarrassed, I quickly without thinking, touch Christian's chest moving him out of the way. Making the woman gasp, and Christian flinth slightly. I stand, adjusting my dress, and almost hiding behind Christian.

"Mom, what are you doing here?" Christian asks, adjusting his body, or possibly the erection that was just moments ago pressing hard against me.

"I thought I would visit my son, who I haven't talk to in quite sometime. I didn't know you had company." She says, her sentence filled with so many emotions. I cannot even begin to depict them, I can't even describe my own.

"Yes mom, this is Ana." He says, moving me in front of him. His mom has already made her way over to us.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Grey." I say, going to shake her hand.

"Oh please, call me Grace." She says whilst pulling my hand into a hug. I was definitely not expecting this. I cannot remember the last time I have gotten a hug. She feels very comforting, and I can't help but hug her back. We are both smiling as we pull away from each other, obviously ignoring what she just walked in on. Although, her smile lingers a little longer looking from both me and Christian in awe.

"So mom, now that you see I'm alive, what can I do for you?" I can tell he is not trying to be harsh, but Grace certainly takes it this way.

"Christian. She is your mother." I chime in out of nowhere. This woman seems very nice, and like a much better mother than my own.

"Thank you, Ana." She responds, and I simply give her a smile. I can feel Christian piercing grey eyes looking at me. I do not turn around.

Grace continues, "Your dad and I were planning a night out for our family dinner tomorrow, seeing as your sister will be home from her trip. I would have called, but someone doesn't like to answer the phone to his own mother. Although, now I can see why.."

"Okay. I'll make reservations at the Mile High Club." Christian says, obviously feeling contrite.

"Sounds great. Ana I do hope you will join us." Grace adds, and Christian looks at me his eyes asking me to come with him.

"It would be my pleasure." I respond truthfully.

Grace beams, "Sounds great, see you both then." She kisses Christian on the cheek, and then makes her way to leave, still beaming ear to ear. Once she is gone, the silence has arisen again, Christian and I are simply looking into each others eyes.

"Your the first girl to have met my mother, and now my family." He states. I am somewhat surprised by this. I would have assumed a man like him would have had a million girlfriends. Especially with the experience he seems to have.

"Well, I'm honored." I say. I really do like getting to know him. I never seem to know anyone, but plenty of people know me. It's sad really, being in the public eye when you did not ask for any of it.

Looking into his eyes, it is almost like we are having a conversation without even talking.

"I can't believe what just happened."

"I could not have imagined things turning into whatever this is."

"I think I'm falling for you.."

"Please don't hurt me.."

"I don't want this to end."

He takes my hand, and leads me to his bedroom without saying a word. Repeating last night, we begin to take each other's clothes off once again. Only this time, it is slower and more sensual. I'm aware to not touch his chest again, remembering my accident earlier that made him flinch. I am awfully curious, but it is none of my business. After all, I am keeping so many secrets from this man.

"Ana, I want to try something with you; but you have to trust me" He says.

"I trust you." I trust you with my life. I would hope you do not trust me. I have been anything but truthful to you.

He nods, "Get on the bed," His deep lustful voice, I want to do nothing but obey. I have obeyed people too often, and never actually wanted to follow instruction, until now. I get on the bed, sitting up straight, wondering what is going to happen next seeing as Christian does into another room. He come back out with a silver grey tie, one that matches his eyes, and comes to stand in front of me.

"I'm going to tie you up, Ana. Are you okay with that?" He speaks in a soft voice, and I nod not saying a word. Looking up into his eyes, I am very much aroused by this.

"Good. Lay down on the bed." He says, and I do so in almost a rush. I feel myself getting wet, by his naked form and this sexual experience.

Moving his body on top of me, he ties me to the bedpost with the tie, only making it a little tight. He kisses me deeply, his hands moving all around my body in just the right spots. His fingers move to my folds, slipping inside my sex.

"So wet, you feel so good." He murmurs into my neck. He is kissing behind my ear, and it makes me thrust my body a little into into touch. He has two fingers inside of me, and I feel as if I'm being stretched all over again. The pain is dwindling with every move, and it really does feel good.

"Does that feel good, Ana?" Christian asks teasingly, I can't help but thrust my hips into him once more. He knows what he's doing to me.

"So good" I mutter unintentionally. I feel the moaning just slipping out of my mouth, I can't keep it at bay any longer. With his fingers still inside me, I feel and hear movement, but make no attempt to open my eyes. I open my eyes to find him putting a condom on skillfully, with one hand.

"Im going to fuck you now, Ana." He states while removing his fingers, and replacing it with the tip of his shaft. He teases me with just an inch of his impressive member.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" He asks, still teasing me with just an inch moving in and out of my sex. I nod, looking into those grey eyes, almost begging.

"Say it, Ana. Tell me, you want me, to fuck you." He says slowly, he can't really want to me to say those words. My face must be filled with shock, because he repeats, "Say it."

"Please.." He nods, waiting for me to go on, the torture is killing me.

"Fuck me." I gasp out, breathlessly. Those were the magic words, I suddenly feel all of him sink into me. I cry out in both pain and pleasure.

"Does that feel good, Ana. Do you like it when I fuck you?" He says, moving in and out of me, making me moan almost every time.

I can't even iterate words. I can't stop moaning, and I suddenly feel the same tingling in my toes that I did last night. I know, what's coming, and he does too. His speed picks up, and after a minute he his deep inside of me, setting me off. I moan, the loudest noise I have ever made. He doesn't even stop, he keeps going, moving inside of me until he stills; moaning a small moan as well. We catch our breaths, him still inside of me, twitching while I am still pulsing.