A/N: I typically don't do this, but y'all reviews made me want to upload another chapter.

All mistakes are my own. Oh, and Tammi girl, you right! LOL all she finna' be doing is painting, and panting. That's my new favorite hashtag. #PaintingAndPanting LOL

I do not own FSOG.


"Christian! Oh my-yes!"

Gripping the edge of her bedpost, Ana arched back into Christian's body as he kept thrusting into her from behind. Gripping her hips, he would speed up, then slow down, causing Ana to lose all sanity, and sense of time.

Lord have mercy on my soul!

Reaching back with one hand, Ana gripped his butt cheek, whimpering when he hit that spot in her. The same spot he'd been hitting for the past day and a half. Suddenly, he pulled out, flipped her onto her bed, and placed her legs over his shoulders. Leaning over her, he kissed her passionately, before pulling away from her lips, and thrusting back into her wet, warm heat. Arching her neck, Ana's eyes rolled in the back of her head. Scratching at her sheets, she felt herself about to fall off her Christian Grey induced hill.

"Christian!"

Squeezing his member tight, Ana screamed his name as she felt herself orgasm for the umpteenth time tonight. Earlier, when they left his place, they drove over to her apartment on the other side of town. Christian asked to come up, and Ana quickly agreed. She showed him around. She even showed him her second bedroom, which had been converted into her very own art room. When they entered into her bedroom, Christian and Ana took once glance at each other, and were ripping their clothes off. Now, Ana was completely naked, she stretched under her lover as Christian followed behind her ecstasy. Panting, Christian leaned up, and kissed her lips, deeply, moaning at her tongue against his own. Pulling gently out of her, he zipped up his jeans, while staring down at her naked form. He smiled in satisfaction at seeing her eyes closed, and body unfettered by clothing. She was a work of art. His, work of art.

Mine.

Sliding his hands up and down her legs, he waited until her eyes opened before kissing her again. Licking her lips, he kissed her once more before sighing.

"Your place is nice. Now, can you please grab your art stuff and come back with me?"

Giggling in delight at wanting to be wanted so much she shook her head. Biting her lip, she smiled when he grabbed her foot, before kissing each toe.

"Christian. I'm serious. You have to go, and I need to paint." Trailing his lips up her legs, he spoke, the higher he went.

"Are you sure, I can't convince you to leave with me?"

Breathless, Ana gripped his hair, when his head was between her legs.

Again.

"Christian, I don't think-"

"Shh." Licking her folds, he smirked when he felt Ana's body react for him. Her whimpering was all the answer he needed.

"You know, it's important that I continue my demonstration."

"Demonstration?" she asked absently, trying to keep her focus as the man in between her body drove her crazy.

"Yeah. My campaign? I need to make sure you know why I am the perfect guy for you. Why you gave me a chance to begin with? Remember?"

Distracted, her eyes rolled in the back of her head as he moved his hands over her swollen clit.

"Christian," she pleaded, silently begging the man not to tease. Circling her entrance, he slid two fingers into her dripping core, moaning at the taste of her surrounding him. Ana tried pushing his head away, but, he only slid his fingers out, grabbed her hands and slid them back up to her breasts, having both of them cup her. Pulling away, he winked at Ana.

"Just one moment, Ana."
Before she could say anything else, Christian wrapped his lips around her clit, and sucked.

Hard.

"Christian!"

Arching into his body, Ana could not believe that she was coming again. And that she was coming hard. So very hard. Gasping, she became practically incoherent, mumbling whatever came to mind.

"Christian! I can't! Not again!"

but her words contradicted her. Because she was coming again. And harder than before. Legs shaking from exertion and pleasure, the last thing Ana remembered was Christian's body hovering over hers, and kissing her.

"Good night, Ana. I will see you soon."

Later that morning Christian called his parents.

"Sweetheart. Well this is a lovely surprise. How are you?"

Smiling, Christian sat back in his office chair. Glancing out of his window into the gloomy Seattle weather he answered her.

"Hi, mom. I'm doing good. I actually wanted to ask if I could bring someone with me for dinner, tonight."

Grinning, Grace practically jumped up and down in glee.

"Really!"

"You don't have to sound so happy mom." Christian deadpanned.

"Oh, I'm sorry, it's just-YOU'RE BRINGING HOME A GIRL FOR ME TO MEET! HOW LONG HAVE YOU KNOWN HER? WHAT'S HER NAME? DO WE KNOW HER? DO WE KNOW HER FAMILY? HOW LONG HAVE YOU KEPT THIS FROM ME? YOU KNOW I DON'T LIKE BEING KEPT IN THE DARK!"

Christian held the phone away from his face as his mother went on to describe the woes of being the last person to know anything in the family. when she was done, he cleared his throat.

"Are you done?"

Gasping, she glared.

"Why, Christian, Trevelyan Grey! I shall tell your father of your mistreatment of me."

At that, Christian rolled his eyes. Instead of arguing with his mother he sighed.

"I apologize, mother. You know I love you. Her name is Anastasia Steele. She is truly amazing. Her father is Raymond Steele, and you haven't met her. I haven't hidden anything from you, as our relationship is still fairly new."

Somewhat mollified she humped into the phone.

"Well. Anyways, I would love for you to bring her. It's funny, because Elliott said you may be seeing someone. I will tell your father so he is not late tonight. Oh, I'm just so thrilled! I must go plan dinner. I love you my baby, see you soon!" And before he could comment, Grace hung up the phone. Snorting, he placed the phone on his desk.

"Sir?"

Glancing up, Christian waved his head of security into his office.

"Yes, Taylor?"

"It's the file you requested on Mr. Rodriguez."

Nodding, he took it from Taylor.

"Thank you. Taylor? I'm going to need your help. I would like the names of all the backers for Mr. Rodriguez's campaign. I know this is a different request, as we don't' operate in politics, but I would like the list if you can get it."

Nodding, Taylor slid his hands into his pockets.

"It should be easy. He is a senator, after all. Most of this should be public knowledge."

"Thank you."

All day, Ana had been painting.

She was relaxed, calm, and happy.

Well, having a sex god as a lover could do that to a girl.

Grinning at the thought of Christian's hands on her body, and lips everywhere on her, caused her to squirm and blush. She was currently at home, in her studio, working on a piece of art. It was a lot of things, but she didn't know what to call it yet. All she knew, was that it was shaping up to be something special, if not one of her better paintings. Hearing the phone ring, she put down her brush, and ran over to her phone, wincing at the soreness in her body.

"Hello?"

"I missed you beautiful."

Smiling, Ana walked out of her studio, and into her living room. Sitting on the couch, she tucked her feet underneath her.

"Christian. I missed you too."

"Good. I was wondering, if you got my message?"

"You left me an earlier message?" Frowning, she was about to check her phone when the doorbell rang.

"Hold on, Christian, someone's at the door." Jogging over to her door, she opened it, grinning when she saw the huge bouquet of roses.

"Anastasia Steele?"

"Yes, that's me."

The delivery man smiled before handing them to her, along with an envelope.

"Have a good day."

She watched the man head to the elevator before closing and locking her door. Shaking her head, she sighed before picking up the phone.

"Christian. These flowered are absolutely beautiful! Thank you."

"There not as half as beautiful as you, Ana."

Blushing, she set them down on her table, before opening the envelope. She gasped at what fell out.

"Christian-"

"Fly with me. I have a home in San Francisco. It's at Land's End. Stay with me for the weekend." Laying in her lap, was one ticket to board Christian Grey's jet. She smiled at the thoughtfulness of his gesture of him even having a ticket made, even though he owns his own jet.

"Christian-"

"We can leave tonight. After my parent's dinner."

"What about your work?" Ana asked not wanting him to lose out on anything important. Leaning back in his office chair, he chucked some paper at his waste basket.

"It's only work, Ana. Besides, ever since last night, I can't stop thinking about you. About being inside of you, and between your legs. I can't stop thinking about you scratching my chest, or the moment you rode me for almost half an hour."

Ana was flushed from the words he murmured into the phone, and his deep voice. Leaning back into her couch, she sighed.

"I typically don't just up and leave."

Sitting up, he leaned forward on his desk, as if Ana could see him.

"Then let's change that. How about it? You and me for a couple of days. Inform who you need to, and worry about the rest later. What do you say?"

Biting her lip, Ana thought about it. Truth be told, she wanted to go. She'd never done anything on the spur of the moment, and Christian was helping her break through all her hang-ups. He was also breaking her walls down, but to be honest, she didn't think she'd ever stood a chance against the man.

"You know you really are persistent, Christian."

Smirking, he answered.

"They don't call me an intense businessman for no reason." At that, Ana laughed softly.

"Alright. I'll go. With you, tonight. I just need to let my parents know."

"Of course. I'll come by and pick you up for dinner around 7pm."

"Okay."

"Oh, and Ana?"

"Yes?"

"Don't wear anything underneath your dress."


Christian's a smooth Mofo. I love it! LOL Leave me a review ladies and goodnight!