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I awoke once I heard the sound of the piano muffling softly through the walls. It was tranquilizing and pleasing to my ears. And somehow it made me smile. Fluttering my eyes open, I found myself alone on the bed that Christian and I had made love on just hours ago. He wasn't present but I could smell his scent that lingered on the pillow beside me. I sleepily reeled off the bed and followed the music out the door. Quietly heading down the stairs, I approached Christian, who was sitting on the bench playing on his grand piano in the living room, and threw my arms over his shoulders from behind.

"Hi," I whispered softly, laying a peck on his cheek.

"Hi," he greeted back, turning his contented expression my way.

"That was beautiful. What was that?"

"Chopin. Opus 28, number 4. In E minor," he informed me. I had no clue what it meant but it was still nice to know.

"Are there anything that you're not good at?" I asked incredulously as I rounded the bench and sat next to him, his eyes trained on me the whole time.

"I'm a klutz in the kitchen," he admitted openly. His shortcoming was my forte. How perfect was that?

"And I suck with piano," I told him with humor.

"Did you even try?" he questioned me.

"I've tried playing it a couple of times when I was younger, but could never get into it. I opted for a violin instead. But the violin couldn't sustain my interest either so I picked up a spatula...and I was hooked," I emphasized the last word. "Food gets me excited. Good thing I have Ray's metabolism, otherwise I'd be plump like those oompa loompas," I joked.

Christian laughed lightheartedly, and I shot him one of my cheesy grin. "You really enjoy cooking don't you?" he asked after his laugh waned.

"It's my favorite pastime...besides hanging out with you," I proclaimed honestly. He looked at me fondly before a pang of concern etched his face.

"How are you feeling?" I assumed he's referring to my virginity that he just claimed.

Assessing the condition I was in, I said, "A little sore."

"I didn't hurt you did I?" He asked with a troubled tone.

"I'd be lying if I say you didn't... But I loved it..." I muttered coyly. My face became warm, blushing scarlet, reminiscing about our deed. Looking down at my fidgeting fingers, I mentioned, "I love how you fit inside me."

"You were very tight," he lets me know. I was perplexed. Was it a compliment or a complaint?

"Is that bad?" I asked anxiously, pouting. Maybe if his dick wasn't so large it would've been more compatible with my vagina.

"It was different. In a good way." A sense of relief washed over me. "Definitely not what I was used to."

"You're probably used to women with better experience," I said candidly, reflecting on my so-so performance in bed. "And I bet they don't groan in pain like I did."

"They don't, but different is good... Besides I like your groans. They turn me on even more," he urged on and teased, "The louder the better."

"Stop," I whined, stifling my smile as I nudged him sideways, shoulder to shoulder. He chuckled playfully as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder, planting a chaste kiss on my temple.

"Would you like a bath?" he muttered against my ear. "I wanted to clean you up but you curled up and fell asleep after our lovemaking."

"Why didn't you wake me up?" I chided.

"I wanted to watch you sleep. You looked peaceful," he admitted. "And you have this cute little snore that I couldn't get enough of."

I gasped and scowl at him, "I do not snore."

To his chagrin, he corrected himself to placate my offended expression. "Okay. You don't snore. I'm sorry." He added a smile to top off is apology. I was still disgruntled by his comment.

"You snore," I shot back. That was my only form of retaliation.

"Did I claim I was perfect?" he brought out his pantie dropping smirk and winked. How could I be mad at him when he looked so adorable.

"Too bad," I quipped, "You were just a flaw away from being perfect." I bounced to my feet and zipped my fingers across the keys with one swift motion, springing the bleak room back into life, and fled off. I yelped once I checked over my shoulder and saw Christian scrambling after me.

"Spread your leg, Ana," Christian ordered me softly as we're soaking in the warm ample bathtub, my back to his front. I parted my legs, allowing him access to the sensitive spot with a wet cloth.

"Does it hurt?" he asked thoughtfully, gently patting the cloth between my legs.

"Not much," I muttered, reveling in the soothing affect brought on by his heedful touch.

"You'll feel it by tomorrow," he breathed against my ear. His free hand glided from my thigh and made its way to my chest, cupping one of my breast and squeezing it tenderly. "I can't wait to have you again." My lady part clenched from his words alone. "I wanna feel you around me. I want to hear you call out my name again." He grazed my nipple with his thumb, back and forth and back again, before he gave it a twist, and I let out a moan. "You sound beautiful. Do you know that? I love to hear you moan," he muttered seductively, arousing me even more. I turned my head slightly to catch his beautiful face, and he gazed affectionately before pressing his lips against mine, kissing me feverishly, passionately. Nothing was holding him back. And nothing was holding me back. We spent the entire hour in the tub kissing, licking and fondling one another, with a little interlude, of course. God, I could get used to this.