The next week was hectic and the couple didn't get to spend much time together which bothered Christian. After how well last weekend went he feared Ana would start to pull away from him thinking they were moving to fast. However, despite the fact they didn't see each other they called each other everyday and kept in touch over text. He felt like she was slipping through his fingers with every waking moment - the thought that after having her he could lose her if he advanced at a pace she couldn't follow terrified him.
She'd met his son, she'd slept in his bed on top of him, she'd told him she loved him and yet he still feared the loss that he'd felt when another women he'd adored slipped out of his grasp and left him alone, his Leila.
You should be excited about the future, not holding onto the past his subconscious warned him but still, until he saw her again in person, he still feared that he'd conjured up their night together in his dreams. If that was a dream, I never want to wake up.
The reason that the couple hadn't been able to see each other much was that Christian started at his new University. He enjoyed it although It wasn't quite the same as the old one, largely because Ana wasn't there.
He liked the new adventure and he made friends with the staff easily while enjoying the new course english literature programme he was teaching.
He always made sure that Ana went to class everyday and was secretly pleased when she said to him over the phone one night that she liked her new teacher, an American in his sixties called Joseph, because it meant she'd have no reason to skip. However, as though to reassure him, she said this new teacher was nothing compared to him. In fact, her exact words have been 'I miss having the eye candy to distract me during class but at least this way I'll actually learn something instead of mooning over my professor like a heartsick teenager'. He must admit, her words made his heart beat a little faster.
He hated how busy they both were though. That was the main thing he missed about teaching in his old classroom, because he could see Ana everyday. Even when they weren't speaking he could watch her out of the corner of his eye and knew she was there. He secretly used to be smug about the fact that he used to get another hour or two with her each day where her attention was solely focused on him unlike the other clients. He knew it was ridiculous for him to think like that but at that point in time he had been grasping at straws.
He felt unbelievably lucky to be loved by her. To know that she returned the love he'd been burying deep inside himself for so long was a heavy weight off his shoulders. He felt honoured to be the man she'd chosen to love and he was more than delighted when she asked him to come to her home for dinner and nightcap on Saturday. She was making an effort and he greatly appreciated it, his treacherous thoughts of losing her now morphing into pleasure at the thought of seeing her again after the longest week of his life.
He knew she was a working progress and that she would need time to adjust to their relationship having never had one before. She still struggled to tell him her feelings over the phone and rarely told him she loved him back but that was ok, she'd get better and he knew in her heart that she loved him which was enough.
His phone rang in his pocket as he was gathering Teddy's things to take to his parents on the Saturday morning. In his angst to see Ana he'd overfilled the bag and was now removing some of the unnecessary items.
"Hello?" he answered without checking the caller ID, his hands busily working to fold Teddy's clothes which wouldn't be going with him to his grandparents house whilst glancing up to check his boy was still sipping his juice on the couch watching Elmo.
"Hey Daddy Cakes," she replied and he chuckled at her name for him. She had called him numerous things, normally in bed, but hearing her light-hearted nicknames over the phone never ceased to make grin a megawatt smile.
"Hi baby, are you ok?" he asked.
"I'm fine, I'm looking forward to seeing you later. How's Teddy?"
"Teddy's great! I'm taking him to my parent's soon, maybe you could hangout with us on Sunday? I know he'd love that and so would I," Christian said, not wanting to sound too eager incase she declined his offer. He wanted Ana to spend more time with him and Teddy. He loved the idea of them becoming a family one day and Ana was great with him. Baby steps, Christian, baby steps.
"That sounds great, I'd love to see the little man," Ana said and Christian smiled, his chest relaxing in relief. He saw Teddy kick his legs and laugh at something on the screen making his father smile.
"Christian?" Ana said into the phone briefly pulling him from his distraction, her voice notably lower in tone.
"Yes?" he said, the smirk evident in his voice.
"I need to be seriously fucked tonight. I mean, I need you to put in some serious work. I want a good, hard dicking," she breathed shakily.
Christian groaned and walked out of the room so that his little one couldn't hear him any longer. Her words sent every drop of blood in his body to his groin and he started to sweat knowing it was going to be a few aching hours before he could give her what she wanted.
"God, me too. I must have masturbated twenty times this week alone. I only had to think of you and last weekend and I was hard as rock." he groaned, leaning against a wall. He heard her sigh on the other side of the phone "I got hard in class the other day thinking about your boobs and had to sit down behind the desk for the rest of the lecture incase anyone saw the beast," he growled. Ana giggled loudly.
He felt his heart expand at the sound of her uncontrolled laughter. He took tremendous pride in the fact that he was the one who made that heavenly sound erupt from her.
"I think a lot of your students would be shocked to see their handsome as fuck teacher with a massive bulge in his pants. All the girls would be lining up for you," she said, a spike of jealousy running through her bones as she said the words. Mine.
"Well, there's only one ex-student of mine that I want and she could have me as many times as her pussy desires later on," Ana giggled in the phone and Christian chuckled. He heard Teddy shouting him from the sitting room. "I have to go baby, Teds calling me, I'll see you later, I love you!"
"See you later handsome," Ana said putting down the phone. She smiled inwardly, happy for the first time in her life. He had her so happy that she felt like she could burst but the issue with not seeing him for a whole week. It was torturous, simply torturous to go so long without his presence after the emotional climax that had filled last weekend.
They'd had phone sex one night but it just wasn't the same. She craved him with a ferocity that scared her to death. How she could crave someone so much baffled her but she did. Maybe it came with being in love with him or maybe it was the fact that he was the most gorgeous man to ever walk the face of the earth. She'd like to think it was the first one but she knew it was a mixture.
She'd even taken to painting again one night when she couldn't bare the ache any longer. She'd gone into her spare room and pulled out her sketchpad and pencils and drawn him - she'd drawn a fantasy on the paper, detailing ever erotic thought that filtered through her mind onto the textured paper.
After Christian took control last weekend, all of her fantasies had revolved around that. His strength, his dirty words and how his dick felt ploughing into her while she was tied up to his bed post. She liked being in control, she always had, but something in Christian's aggression last weekend had flipped a switch inside her and she was craving submission.
She drew herself first, her arms behind her head and rope binding her to a headboard. She always struggled when drawing herself. When she was Rose, her confidence levels were high - she knew she was sexy and alluring, a picture of every man's desire wrapped in a red dress and heels - but when she was Ana, she was shy and unassuming. She didn't see herself as a beautiful goddess worthy of someone like Christian.
She drew her hair and a little of her body including the curve of her breast but she mainly focused on Christian. His chiselled features, his large strong hand around her throat, the dark looking in his beautiful eyes and him inside her, bringing her to new heights of pleasure.
She couldn't wait to see him - and for once, it wasn't just for the mind-blowing sex. She loved him. She'd admitted that to him and he loved her back. She wanted to cook for him and for them to have a nice meal with conversation and laughing flowing like fine wine. She wanted to cuddle with him on the couch as they watched something on television and finally, she wanted to go to sleep in his arms.
She'd never been an affectionate person, but she didn't think she'd be able to stop herself from wrapping herself around him in a tight hug as soon as she saw him.
Was that what love was? She wondered as she started to make dinner for them - a recipe she found online for Steak haché with pommes frites and Béarnaise sauce. Was love missing someone so much after just a week apart? Was love wanting to make someone happy and going out of your way to do so? Was love wanting to hold someone so close that you shared the same heartbeat? Would it always be so strong and unquenchable? She hoped it would always be like this.
She was happy, so very happy and although she was very serious about getting her dicking tonight, she also just wanted to talk to him and be in his presence.
He was on time as always. He knocked on the door and she opened it to see him looking utterly fuckable in a tight white T-shirt and a pair of dark jeans. He was sporting a little stubble and she wanted to lick his jaw and feel the burn as he kissed her. He had some Tulips in his hand and a wide smile on his handsome face that she wanted to kiss away leaving him with trailed of lipstick maring his skin.
Good lord Ana let the man get through the door before you attack him.
"Hello beautiful," he grinned.
She couldn't help but smile at him. He looked so happy to see her.
"Bonjour," she said, grabbing him by the hand and pulling him towards her. He circled her waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck and met him in a fierce kiss. He moaned at the sweetness of her lips as he sucked them.
God he'd missed her. He was obsessed with her at this point and the last week had felt like a lifetime. He picked her up off the floor and into his arms making her giggle and squeezed her tight. She was light as a feather but as precious as gold and he brushed his fingers down her neck with the lightest touch as though she was the most delicate thing in the world.
"I missed you, a lot," he murmured against her lips and she hummed her agreement. She moved one of her hands from the back of his neck and stroked his jaw feeling the bristles. They scratched her fingers and the tickled slightly.
"I miss you too, this is new," she said, before planting another quick kiss on his lips.
"I couldn't be bothered shaving it. I thought we could test drive it between your legs tonight and see how your thighs look afterwards," he winked and she giggled.
"My ovaries," she joked, faking a swoon.
He laughed, shutting the door behind him and pulling him through her home. He didn't really know what to expect when he thought about where Ana lived. He expected something remote with small touches of femininity everywhere and that was exactly what he got. It was small and stylish with cream colouring. She took him into the kitchen where she was finishing preparations on their food.
"You cooked?" he asked surprised, placing the flowers down on the table that she'd laid as she pulled a vase out of the cupboard.
He got a sudden image in his mind of his wife cooking for him and his son when she was still alive and it send a shiver down his spine. His heart stilled in his chest like he'd been punched and all the air was sucked out of his lungs. For a moment he was frozen, his eyes hard and burning with tears but he recovered quickly, not wanting to spoil the evening by talking about sombre things.
"I did," Ana replied lightly, not noticing his absence.
"It smells incredible, where did you learn to cook?" he asked, walking towards her and wrapping his arms around her waist from behind.
He need to be close to her, to feel her warm body against him. He kissed her neck, his heated breath making her hairs stand on end. She didn't think she'd like any of this - the affection that came with being in a relationship with someone - but she loved it. She felt safe and loved when she was in his arms. He smelled incredible and his body being so close to her was having a heated effect on her body, particularly at her core and she had to remind herself of the time she spent cooking this meal so that she didn't mount him on the work surface.
"I had to learn young. My parents..." she stopped herself before she could say anymore. She never spoke about her parents with anyone... ever. It was part of her life that she kept double locked in a Pandora box never to be unleashed.
"What about them, baby?" he asked when he felt her stiffen.
"Nothing," she shook her head and went about plating up dinner. Christian frowned but he didn't want to ruin this evening by asking her questions, so he kissed her neck again and went to sit down at the table.
He admired her as she walked towards the table carrying the plates of food. She was a beautiful woman, so soft yet alluring and she drove him to the point of insanity. She looked incredible tonight. She had dressed up for him but she was still Ana instead of the sultry vision of Rose he usually expected.
Her make up was natural and dewy, her hair was straight and curled at the ends just under her breasts and she was wearing a T-shirt dress that showed off her incredible figure. His mouth watered as he thought of all the ways he could rip off that dress right now and seek out the silky smooth skin that he knew resided underneath. He could lay her out on this table right now, spread her out like dough and kiss her until she screamed. Down boy, later.
"Bon appetit," Ana said, putting the plate in front of him and grabbing a bottle of wine that she'd bought from the supermarket and a couple of glasses.
"Thank you my love," Christian said softly, opening the bottle of wine for her and pouring them both a glass. They dug in straight away, both too hungry to wait.
"So, how's Teddy?" Ana asked, taking a sip of her wine and relishing in the warm buzz she got from both the burning liquid and the unbelievably handsome man in front of her.
"Ted's great, he can't wait to see you tomorrow, I think he's got a bit of a crush on you," Christian winked. He reasoned that it was impossible for any man not to have a crush on Ana.
"Christian, he'd a toddler, I'm pretty sure he doesn't," Ana said giggling.
"No man can resist your charms Ana, it doesn't matter what age they are and my little man is no exception." Ana rolled her eyes at Christian, stabbing a tomato from his plate. He looked at her in mock anger making her giggle as she speared another tomato on her fork bringing it to his mouth as an apology for her theft.
"You're a silly man. But I suppose I did have a crush on my English literature teacher once so I'm not much better," Ana smirked watching a wide grin break out on her lovers face.
"You're one of many in that regard, all of my students fancy me," Christian said cockily and Ana kicked him softly under the table, rolling her eyes.
"You're so full of shit," she laughed, shaking her head to hide the jealousy she was feeling.
When she was in Christian's class she could monitor what went on, sure a few of the girls had tried to be a bit flirty but nothing over the top and Christian didn't entertain it anyway. However, since he was in a new classroom now with new students, including pretty girls who would undoubtedly fancy her man she wasn't able to monitor them and as much as she wanted to trust Christian, she always had trouble trusting people and an unsavoury image of her man on top of some skanky blonde in a uniform festered in her mind.
"You ok baby?" Christians voice broke her from her thoughts and she nodded.
"I'm fine," she wasn't going to allow her insecurities to ruin their evening. She hadn't seen him all week, she'd missed him and she was determined to get him under her by the end of the night. "I was just wondering if you're hard right now," she smirked.
She moved her toes slowly up his leg until she brushed against his erection, smirking when she felt it. He looked down at his tented crotch and then back up at her. "I knew you would be."
"I'm never not hard when your around Ana," he replied honestly. She licked her lips. She wanted to unbutton his pants and feast on his cock instead of the food. She was craving him far more than she was craving her meal.
"Are you done with your food?" she asked, her eyes darkening making it obvious where her mind was at. Christian smirked, she was serious about getting her dicking. He nodded and she stood up.
"Come on, I want to show you my bedroom," she said dragging her hand over his shoulder sensually as she walked by him. He put their dishes in the sink before taking her offered hand and letting her lead him wherever she wanted them to go. He couldn't take his eyes off her ass as she walked in front of him. It was fantastic and he'd never tire of squeezing it. He slapped it wanting to see the muscle wobble as they went up the stairs and she giggled, turning around and grabbing him by the lapels on his shirt. She walked backwards towards the bedroom, keeping eye contact with him the whole time.
"I want you to spank me like that while your inside me," she admitted, "I want you to be rough with me and take me like you did last weekend. Do you think you can do that?" he nodded too turned on to speak. He could feel pre-come leaking out of his dick and onto his boxers but he could care less.
He'd wanted her all week and now he was about to have her, his feet were in a trance as they walked backwards until her back touched the hard wood of the door.
"You want me to be rough as I make love to you?" he asked pushing her against her closed bedroom door. He started aggressively attacked her neck with his lips and she moaned, closing her eyes and groping for the door handle.
"Yes, be rough with me, fuck me, you're in control," she panted.
"Open the door," he growled.
She did as he asked, finally finding the handle and pushing it down. He didn't even look around her room, all he could see was the woman in front of him. He walked her backwards until her knees hit the bed and then pushed her to sit down on it. She eyed the outline of his hard dick through his pants and traced it with her fingers but he grabbed her wrists before she could undo his slacks. He got down on his knees before her and a fresh gush of fluid flooded her sex and covered her inner thighs. He gripped her closed thighs in his hands and looked up at her with dark eyes.
"Spread your legs so I can see how wet you are for me," he said softly, his voice was deep and hoarse and it sent her into a cold sweat. She shakily opened her legs, the cold air hitting her. She shivered under his gaze.
"Wider," he commanded, roughly prying her legs apart so he could see what was underneath her dress. "I fucking knew it," he growled, "I knew you weren't wearing panties. I could smell you as soon as I walked in. How long have you been thinking about me fucking you?" he asked, his voice pure sex. God, he could read the phone book to me and I'd probably come from the sound of his voice.
"All day, all week," she whimpered, "please," he lifted the hem of her dress until he uncovered her bare sex.
"Take the dress off and throw it on the floor," he instructed. She quickly pulled the hem of the dress up her body and Christian watched mesmerised as little by little, more skin was revealed. She wasn't wearing a bra and her breasts looked so succulent. He wanted to wrap his lips around her nipples and suck but first, he wanted her to ride his face.
His fingers wrapped around her thighs dragging her to the edge of the bed. His face was mere inches from her dripping sex and he brought her legs over his shoulders for balance. God, it had been too long since he'd smelt her musky scent. He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on her throbbing clit.
"More," she moaned, one hand moving to run through his unruly hair.
"Beg me," he growled, his voice sending vibrations onto her sensitive skin. She gasped, her arm shaking as she tried to stay upright so she could see him. It was one of her favourite sights, his face between her legs pleasuring her. How many times had she pictured this? How many times had she drawn this? She'd lost track but the image was still as erotic as the first time he'd done it.
"Please Christian, please," she whimpered, trying to clamp her legs together but his head was in the way. She needed friction … badly.
"Does it turn you on when I make you beg? Knowing it is only I who can relieve the ache? That I control your pleasure?" he asked, running a finger down her thigh where she was dripping for him. He brought his finger to his mouth unable to let any of her juices go to waste. She was delectable, if he could bottle her scent and take it with him everywhere he would.
"You turn me on, everything you do, please just kiss me there," she begged.
"I already did," Christian said with a smirk, feigning innocence with his words.
"A proper kiss, I want your tongue inside me stroking my walls and your stubble burning my thighs," she whimpered.
He finally relented, diving straight in and sliding his tongue into her opening, his nose brushing her clit sending fissions of cold fire up her body to her scattered brain. His long tongue stroked in and out of her over and over again, trying to taste every drop of her essence from her slippery walls. She could feel herself building already and the sharp sting of his stubble grazing her inner thighs every time he moved to lick another area only added to the bubbling sensations.
"Je suis proche, je suis si proche," (I'm close, I'm so close) she whimpered, fucking his face slowly as she neared the prepise of desire.
"I know you are sweet girl, I can feel you throbbing, let go for me, come for me right now," he bit down gently on her swollen button and fireworks exploded inside her. Everything went white and her arms gave way as she lost herself in a powerful orgasm that seemed to go on and on.
She vaguely heard the sound of fabric being pulled apart and a zipper being undone but didn't open her eyes until she felt Christian's hands on her hips. She opened her eyes to see him towering over her, naked and ready. His huge erection was pointing towards his abs and she licked her lips at the sight. He was a god, a divine god created just for her.
"Are you ready to be fucked?" he asked, leaning down to kiss her lips once very quickly before moving down her neck to her chest where he took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking it fiercely.
"Yesss," was her breathy reply.
Without a second thought he flipped her over, pushing her upper body flat on the bed and lifting her hips up so that her ass stuck in the air. She felt him rubbing himself against her thigh and bit her lip. She'd always wanted to see him masterbate but he was still holding her down so she couldn't look. She heard the rip of the condom wrapper and then he was at her entrance, teasing her slit before sliding all the way in.
"Fuck," she sobbed, her body convulsing at the fullness of having him all the way inside. She could feel him in her womb he was so deep. She felt him slap her ass, hard.
"You can take it, you can take this dick," he growled, pushing into her again. He continued to spank her every other thrust and the burn of his hand on her tender skin mixed with the immense pleasure she felt from him being inside her was a lethal cocktail.
"You like being spanked don't you? I can feel you getting wetter and wetter every time I do it. Were you dreaming about me doing it when I was your teacher? Bending you over my desk and spanking you until your skin was red and your panties were soaked?" his voice was deeper than ever and an aphrodisiac in itself. She was sure she could come from him talking alone - all he had to do was say her name sometimes and she was ready for him.
"Yes! Oh fuck yes!" she could feel him going harder with every thrust and his hand continued to smack her skin.
He was dripping in sweat and she could feel it dripping onto her back. This was exactly what she wanted - deep, sweaty, hot, dirty sex. She felt her orgasm building, stronger and stronger with every thrust. It felt like pressure deep in the pit of her stomach and the coil that had been winding slowly and steadily was ready to unwind.
"I'm coming!" she screamed, fluid gushing from her body. Her back arched and her mouth let out a garbled shout of his name before she collapsed. He continued to thrust inside her before coming with a wolf like howl. He collapsed to the floor bringing her with him and they lay in a sweaty heap on the carpet, cuddled together.
Ana woke up early the next morning to sunlight streaming through the window. She was in bed which meant Christian must have carried her and lay her down at some point in the night because she remembered falling asleep in his arms on the floor after their third round of vigorous sexcapades. Speaking of which, her ass was stinging badly and she winced turning on her side to try and get more comfortable.
She woke Christian in the process of moving and without opening his eyes, he tried to drag her closer to him, his hand automatically going to her backside making her hiss in pain. His eyes popped open and he looked at her apologetically.
"I'm sorry baby, I was far too rough last night. I'll go and get you some cream and painkillers," Christian said, going to get up but she grabbed his arm to stop him. He looked so guilty. His eyes were sullen and his lip pouted a little like he was a school boy in trouble - a stark contrast to the glorious beast that had her panting and begging last night.
"Christian, stop it," she said angrily, gripping his face in her hand, "getting your brains fucked out by the man you love isn't the worst way to spend an evening and I thoroughly enjoyed everything you did to me last night. You were so hot and I want more but I think I'm going to need a few more hours sleep first," Ana said. Christian nodded his relieved evident that he hadn't hurt her too much that she was scared of him.
"I agree, I need a few more hours too, I'm exhausted," he said, getting back onto the bed and letting her snuggle against him. They both fell back to sleep pretty quickly.
Ana woke up first once again feeling much better. Her backside still ached but she felt fresh again. She glanced beside her and saw that Christian was still fast asleep. She turned to gaze at him and bit her lip. His body was exposed to her eyes, the sheet had fallen to his knees revealing inches and inches of solid muscle.
She brushed her fingers across his rock hard abs and sighed. He was perfection. She traced his chiseled jaw with her knuckles before moving down his body. Her eyes caught sight of his morning wood standing proudly from his body like a soldier ready for duty. He can't be human, how can he be ready to go after the night we just had?
She went to stroke him wanting to wake him up that way when she had an idea. Carefully, she extracted herself from the bed not wanting to wake him. He stayed sleeping peacefully, dead to the world. There was a slightly smile on his face showing that even in sleep he was happy and at peace. She couldn't resist landing a quick kiss on his delectable lips before her feet touched the cold floor.
She threw on one of his T-shirts that came down just above her knees and stepped quickly into the spare room to pick up her sketch pad and pencils. She was excited - she'd drawn him so many times but never had she been allowed the privilege of drawing him as he modelled for her. She kneeled on the far side of the bed and placed her pencils next to her as she flicked to a new sheet of paper in her pad. She skipped past all the other drawings she'd done of him and blushed. She couldn't believe she was risking being caught drawing him. But how could she resist?
She let her eyes roam over the body of her sleeping lover. He hadn't moved since she left the room for which she was grateful. She always struggled when she did paint or draw him to illustrate just how defined he was on paper. She could never quite get every line and sinew into place on the page to do him justice. Taking a deep breath, she got into a more comfortable position and chose a pencil from her selection to start off her portrait.
She started with his hair that lay unruly and thick from her fingers running through it all night against the pillow he was sleeping on. She made sure to detail each strand of his soft hair before moving onto the rest of his face. She carved his jaw with charcoal, unable to draw the sharpness of it with her pencil and then travelled down his neck.
She grabbed a different, thinner pencil to sketch his muscular body wanting to bring every band of godlike strength to life. She moved a little closer to him so that she could see him more clearly and then ran her fingers up his abs unable to resist touching him for a moment. Her pencil was relentless, creating dips and curves and shadowing to display his godlike physique.
She scratched his adonis belt onto the paper and then started of his pubic hair, blushing at her boldness with an excited smile on her face as she looked at his cock. Her imagination could never do his justice - she could never quite scribe how thick and graceful he was onto paper.
She licked her lips as her eyes took him in before she brought her pencil back to the sketch paper. She felt herself growing wetter and wetter as she drew his engorged member and briefly wondered how that huge thing fit inside her - no wonder she could barely walk after he'd been inside her.
She finished drawing his penis and moved to sketch his muscular thighs, being careful to include the fine hairs that covered his skin before gently moving the covers from his knees and moving down to his feet.
Unbeknownst to her, Christian had been watching her. He'd woken up when she brushed her hand down his abs and at first, he'd been confused by the fact she had a pad and pencil in her hand but then, as she started drawing him, he realised what she was doing and smiled, happily letting her continue with her perusal.
Her lustful gaze at his cock as she drew it made him want to grab her and lift her onto his erection but he decided to wait until the end. He didn't know she could draw and he was desperate to see the finished product. He'd never seen such concentration on her face and it made him feel hot to know she was concentrating on him. He wondered if he was the first to be the muse of her masterpiece, he hoped he was.
She glanced down once more at the piece she had created and smudged a little pencil around one of his thighs that hadn't quite come out right. She studied it for a moment longer before smiling, happy with her creation. She was wet, soaking wet and she needed the man of her desires to put out the flames his body had erupted within in her.
She looked up at him ready to wake him up with kisses and soft caresses when she saw that he was already awake and watching her with dark eyes. She gasped and dropped the sketch pad her face flushing with embarrassment.
"H-how long have you been awake?" she squeaked, desperately hoping he'd only woken up the second she saw him and hadn't seen her drawing him.
"Since you started drawing my chest," was the gruff reply. She shivered at the look he was giving her - it was like he was trying to stare into her soul and she was letting him. She'd rip up the page if he wanted her to, she had the real thing now anyway so she didn't need sketches to fantasise about what could be.
"I... I'm sorry," she muttered, hoping he wouldn't be mad at her for drawing him naked. It wasn't like she asked his permission and it was quite invasive even if they were together now.
"Can I see?" he asked. She hesitated, looking down at the drawing and then back at him. She'd never imagined herself in this position. Having to show the object of her desires the way she saw him.
She wanted to tell him that she hadn't done him justice - that no artist would ever be able to do him justice. But with the look in his eyes, she knew he wasn't going to let this go. He wanted to see the way she saw him, he wanted to see into her soul.
"It's not very good," she whispered, hoping he'd leave it alone and pretend it had never happened. She wanted the ground to swallow her up at this moment in time.
"Please baby, just let me take a look," his voice was soft and gentle and he held his hand out towards her. She closed her eyes and gingerly handed him the page of the book. She opened them to watch him as he looked over her artwork. His face was neutral but his eyes were still burning like fire into the page.
"This is good, very good," he observed, turning the paper to see the art from a different angle. It was weird - looking at himself naked and bare on the page - but she was incredibly talented and he wanted to let her know that. He went to turn the page but she jumped at him trying to grab the book off him.
"Don't!" she shouted embarrassed once again, her cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink.
"What?" Christian laughed, confused. It couldn't possibly be anything worse than her drawing him naked … unless … she'd drawn other men naked. He paled at the thought, his stomach dropping to the floor. What if she had other men's naked bodies in this book, clients that she'd drawn as they slept. He felt bile in his throat as his mind wandered, was he the first in a long line of muses?
"It's nothing, they're private," Ana said, managing to knock the book out of his hands. She looked at him and he was staring at her angrily. He threw the sheets back before walking to the bathroom and slamming the door.
Ana watched him go in shock. He couldn't possibly be that mad about the sketch could he? Or maybe it was because she'd grabbed the book back before he could see what else she'd drawn in there. She hopped out of bed and wandered to the door of the bathroom. She knocked tentatively and waited for a reply, her heart hammering in her chest. She couldn't hear the toilet or the shower so she knew he could answer the door if he wanted to.
"Christian!" she called, trying the door handle. It was unlocked so she opened it slowly to reveal a very angry Christian Grey. His eyes were burning holes into her skin and she shivered under his penetrating gaze. She could see the tension in his shoulders as he bent over slightly at the sink and his rigid stance told her she wasn't welcome.
"What Ana?" he snapped, stood by the sink with his toothbrush in his hand.
"What's wrong, why are you so angry?" she asked quietly, leaning back against the door, wringing her hands like she was trying to believe this was real. She was desperate to know what she'd done wrong and right it. Her eyes watered at the thought of him shutting her out.
"I'm not angry, I'm fine," he said shortly, rinsing his toothbrush under the faucet. "I'm going to go home, you don't need to come and see Teddy today, I'll make up an excuse." She gasped at his words. Was this it? Was it over already? Oh please tell me this isn't over.
"No, you're going to tell me what's wrong and then we are both going to go back to your house to see Teddy," Ana said fiercely. He glared at her.
"Christian, what did you say to me about talking? We have to talk to each other if this is ever going to work." Ana said and Christian sighed. She was becoming better at this relationship thing everyday, "now what was it that I did to make you angry, was it me drawing you?" she asked.
"No," Christian shook his head, "I quite liked that," Ana let out a breath of relief.
"Ok, so what is it?" she asked. She was honestly baffled by his anger. One minute he was staring at her with that heated look in his eyes that made her want to combust and the next he was slamming doors and shouting.
"Why wouldn't you show me your sketchbook?" Christian asked, staring directly at her. His face was unreadable but she could see he was still angry.
"Because my drawings are personal," Ana shrugged and Christian squared his eyes. He scoffed and turned away from her.
"What?" she asked incredulously. Taking a step towards him.
"Don't lie to me Ana. Is it full of other naked me that you've drawn? Tell me! You snatched that book out of my hand like it was on fire," he spat. She furrowed her brows and then rolled her eyes. Talk about jumping to conclusions. She fixed him with a steely gaze and sighed knowing she only had one way out of this.
"T'es rien qu'un trou de cul," (you really are an asshole) she muttered under her breath as she went to grab her sketchbook from the bedroom. She walked back into the bathroom and shoved it at him. He caught it as it touched his chest, slightly shocked by her force before taking it in his hand.
"I'll be in the kitchen when you want to come and apologize," she said angrily before storming off downstairs.
Christian watched her go, his mind jumping to a million conclusions as he stared at the sketchbook. If it wasn't other men that she had drawn in here then what could she possibly have to hide?
He hesitantly flipped the book so that it was the right away up before slowly opening the first page. It had her name and her signature on it and the words 'Chaque artiste était d'abord un amateur' (Every artist was first an amateur).
He brushed his thumb over the corner of the page before flicking it over to see - himself. It was a close up on his face and it was incredible. She'd drawn every line, every curve and every thatch of skin on his face to perfection.
The next page was also himself but this time he was laying between splayed legs with a look of hunger on his face. He flicked through the remaining pages and every single one of them had an erotic drawing of himself. His heart dropped as he thought of the grovelling he was about to do. She was probably embarrassed that she'd had to show him her private infatuation. He was so stupid - how could he even think that she would have drawn other men?
He dropped the sketchbook and ran down the stairs. As soon as he saw her standing with her back to him in the kitchen, he grabbed her and pulled her against him, her back to his front. She could feel him panting against her neck in desperation, his hands gripping her just a little too tight as though she would slip by if he didn't grab on tightly. She sighed, keeping her rigid posture.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, sucking her earlobe into his mouth, "my mind was overthinking. I should have known better and I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I loved the drawings, I loved the fact you were thinking of me when you drew them, are there more?" he asked, rocking into her behind to show her exactly what she was doing to him. She tried to stay mad at him but it was impossible. Not when he was begging for her forgiveness.
"Yes, paintings upstairs," she whimpered, the sensations of his lips and hands on her making her thoughts scatter.
"Does it turn you on when you draw me Ana?" he breathed into her ear. You're turning me on right now.
"Yes, I usually... oh god, I usually masterbate afterwards because I'm so wound up and in need of release," she admitted and Christian stopped all his movements. He spun her around to face him and gripped her face in his hands. He kissed her fiercely, passion and need oozing from every pore in his body. She wound her arms around his neck trying to keep up with his furious pace.
"Christian... slow down," she whimpered as he shoved his hand between her legs, feeling around her slick centre with his finger tips.
"Get up on the table and spread your legs, we're going to christen it," Christian said pulling up the hem of her shirt to real her delicious body. Her breasts bounced as the shirt caught them and Christian grabbed them in his hands, squeezing and groping them.
He pulled himself out of his boxers and stroked himself as she climbed on the table before entering her in one swift thrust. Within second he was close to the edge and realised too late that he wasn't wearing a condom. He felt her clenching around him as she came and before he could pull out, he'd exploded deep inside her, his come spurting in thick streams.
"Fuck," he groaned collapsing on top of her, "Ana, I'm so sorry, I forgot the condom," he panted. She giggled, brushing her fingers through his hair.
"I'm on birth control. I always used condoms with my clients but I've been on birth control since I was a teenager for precaution. I know you haven't slept with anyone else, I trust you and love you, so if you want to, we can forgo the condoms," Ana replied. Christian breathed a sigh of relief and she felt him nodding against her neck, his nose nuzzling her sweaty skin.
"I loved feeling you wrapped around my bare length," he panted, "let's bin the condoms," he told her as she giggled at his response and whimpered when she felt him pull himself out of her. His come seeped out of her hole and dripped down her legs from between her thighs. Christian watched mesmerised, his erection starting to stir again.
"No more," Ana said grabbing his arm to help pull her up, "I'm already going to be walking bowlegged for the rest of the day." Christian smiled proudly at her words.
"Come on, we have to get ready to see Teddy," she said grabbing his hand and pulling him up to her bathroom.
After they were dressed, Christian had gone to get Teddy from his parents house. Ana waiting in the car even though Christian had asked her to come with him. She was nervous about meeting his parents and would rather put it off a little longer.
It wasn't that she was never going to meet them - she just needed to know what she was going to say. They'd have questions such as how they met and Ana honestly didn't know how she was going to answer that. Teddy was delighted to see Ana and gave her a massive hug as soon as he saw her.
Ana kissed his head and his rosy cheeks before giving him to Christian so he could buckle him in the car. Christian got back into the front seat and smiled at the fact his son barely lasted a second being in the car before he fell fast asleep.
"You know, since Teddy gets a kiss I should get one too," he said, as they started to drive to the house. She moved to kiss him but he moved away from her.
"Ah ah ah," he tutted. She looked at him strangely, "I want my kiss elsewhere," he said looking down at his crotch. Ana rolled her eyes.
"Two things, number one - little ears," she said, her eyes glancing at Teddy who was asleep snuggling a blue teddy bear. "Number two, maybe if you weren't such an asshole this morning, I'd have already sucked it," she deadpanned. Christian looked like he'd swallowed a bee. She could tell if Teddy wasn't in the car, he'd have pulled over by now and bent her over the bonnet of the car.
"I'll get you back for that one," Christian promised, indicating left.
"I hope so," she giggled, patting his thigh.
Christian woke Teddy and the three of them went into the house. Teddy straight away started showing Ana some of his new toys that his daddy had bought him this week and let her play with him. Christian marked some essays on the couch, watching them out of the corner of his eye with glee.
Ana was amazing with Teddy, she was a natural. She tickled him making his squeal loudly and laugh and it made Christian's heart race. Would Ana want more kids with him? Would she want to adopt Teddy eventually? He knew he was getting ahead of himself but for years he'd been hoping. Teddy squirmed away from her and clutched Christian's thighs trying to climb up. He lifted him up and held him close as Ana sat down next to him. She was smiling at him, looking so beautiful it made his heart ache.
"Can I stay the night again?" she asked, cuddling close to him. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder allowing her to rest in the crook of his arm. She kissed Teddy's head and then his chest.
"Stay forever," he murmured, kissing her head as he held onto his two favourite people.