APOV
We fall asleep together in my bed, naked and messy, and when I wake up, it's the middle of the night. I realize we've never spent an entire night next to each other like this.
Even though our little disagreement last night was intense, I think I finally got through to him about his issue with Jax, or at least it felt that way. The way he took me last night, over and over, it was so passionate. He kept his body wrapped around and so close to mine at all times. He kissed me for what seemed like hours, softly and sweetly as his tongue mirrored the movements he made inside me. He would go on like that until I couldn't help but cum, his size so perfectly fitted to please me. Then he would begin to thrust hard, as the sexiest groans I've ever heard in my life fell from his mouth and into mine. I felt as if my body could never please someone as much as it was pleasing him. He may never know just how amazing that made me feel. Words would never do it justice.
As I lay on my back, with one each of his muscular arms and legs each draped over me and his peaceful face just next to my shoulder, I notice even more than before, just how handsome he truly is. His looks are obvious, to the point where people can't help but stare when they see him. But what I see now, it's more than his perfectly chiseled bone structure and burning gray eyes. There's something so vulnerable and even sweet about him. In his normal life, I could see how one might never see what I'm seeing right now, his usual expression being the epitome of impassive, but right now I feel only adoration and warmth for this man. I would do absolutely anything for him. I am His.
Though I could stay here forever with him exactly like this, we happened to fall asleep with the lights on and the curtains wide open. If I don't close them, we'll be blinded by the sunlight far too early in the morning. But just as I move to get up, he seemingly reflexively tightens his grip around me.
"Stay baby," he moans softy, though he's still clearly asleep.
Baby? He's never said that before. Or anything even similar.
I feel a tiny tinge of jealousy. He must have called someone else that at some point and now it's slipping out from his unconscious.
Who are you saying that to Christian?
Once I'm out of bed, I close the curtains, turn off the lights, and head into the kitchen for a quick naked cup of tea. While I lean against the island waiting for the water to boil, far enough away from his gravitational weight to think clearly for a moment, I recall that as handsome as he is, he also just showed up here tonight, unannounced. I know he called and I hung up on him before he got a chance to state his case but I have a very strong suspicion it was a split second decision after he heard Jax in the background. I know he's naturally a control freak and falling into the role of Dom very quickly, but I still feel like there's more to this. How angry he got when I told him what, I'm sure, he already knew about Jax, how quickly his anger turned into passion, and then the fact that he's still here, for the first time, sleeping peacefully in my bed right now.
Mmm, maybe it was me he was calling baby…
After my tea, I gently crawl back into bed with him, and he wastes no time pulling me into him so that we're touching as much as possible. My face is toward his and in the faint amount of light still left in the room, I just watch and stare, as he takes steady deep breaths and occasionally tightens his hold on me for no apparent reason. Somewhere deep down, I know that this is getting messy. I know that he feels more for me than maybe even he knows, but regardless, it's there. And buried even further than that, is my knowledge that my line between love and lust is starting to blur as well… but in this very moment, I'm perfectly okay with that.
CPOV
I wake after possibly the best night's sleep of my life. But despite my state of unparalleled relaxation, I quickly realize Ana's not next to me. I sit straight up in bed and look around, only to see she's not even in the room. Faintly, I can hear music coming from somewhere else in the house. I crawl out of bed and sift through our discarded clothes on the floor until I find my pants, my shirt nowhere to be found. I follow the sound of the music until I find her in the kitchen. There, I'm momentarily frozen while I watch as she dances around in nothing but my missing white shirt, her beautiful chest and ass bouncing with each small movement. All too soon though, she becomes aware of my presence and halts, looking slightly embarrassed.
"Hi," she says through a shy giggle. "Are you hungry?"
"Very." And I am hungry for food sure, but I could never eat again and my hunger for her would keep me going indefinitely. She serves us both delicious blueberry pecan pancakes and we sit together, eating quietly while sharing numerous heated glances between us. Luckily I'm hungry enough that I get through breakfast without taking her on this expansive dinning table we're sitting at. But the moment we finish, I take her hand, pulling her fingers from her own mouth and into mine, gently licking off any remaining syrup from breakfast. "Let's get cleaned up, shall we?" and I stand, pulling her up with me. I bend down slightly and lift her up, wrapping her legs around my waist. Instantly I feel her warm and wet center against my stomach.
"Fuck Anastasia," I say as I look down, my white shirt falling just far enough open that I can see her lips pressed against me as she rolls her hips slightly, wanting more from our connection. I groan and kiss her as I take off toward her bathroom quickly, knowing I can't resist her for long. Once we're next to her large soaking tub, I lower her down and reach to turn on the water. Before I get to it though, Ana drops to her knees and has my pants on their way off. I wouldn't dream of stopping her so instead, I lift each leg as needed while she pulls off my jeans and reach to pull my stolen shirt off over her head. She wastes no time taking me fully in her mouth and reaches her hands around to grab my ass firmly so that she can pull me even further into her. I feel the back of her throat and groan as I grab her face. "Ana..." I mumble, just barely comprehensible. I will never last with her doing this, not with how worked up I already was, not with her taking me that deep, not with knowing she's licking off the mix of our pleasures from last night.
"Let me," She whines as I pull out of her mouth. "I want to please you," and she continues her work, making tiny moans every time I feel myself throb inside her. She obviously enjoys this immensely and knowing that turns me on even more. I hold on as long as I can, both for me and for her. I would let her do this forever if I could but that's not even remotely possible right now.
"Fuck Ana... Fuck." And I cum hard in her mouth. Wave after wave, she takes me in and savors every drop. When I finally regain the use of my body, I reach and pull her up, her lips bright red and still wet. I place my hand over her sex, intent on fucking her the second I'm able. She's absolutely dripping wet but she shakes her head ever so slightly.
"It was for you. I just want it to be about you." She's looking at me with revery, something I can read in her expression but not something I'm able to understand. After my behavior last night, I suppose I wouldn't expect such a warm welcome. Though, when she was yelling at me last night, she certainly was angry but there was passion behind it too. Seeing that in her helped settle my overactive mind and when I took her, I couldn't help but pour into her how happy I was to be back there with her, how much I enjoy her gift of submission to me, how lucky I feel to have her.
Returning from my reminiscing, I see Ana has filled the tub and gotten in. She's looking at me quizzically but still remains patient. I step in behind her and pull her backwards so that she's resting on my chest. With a washcloth, I begin dripping water over her breasts and cleaning her ivory skin gently. She nuzzles her head into my neck and lets me continue, moaning slightly when I get to her center. Again, my intention is to finish what we started earlier but instead, she reached down to stop my hand.
"Christian, can I ask you something?" she asks timidly, something very unusual for her.
"Of course. You can ask me anything." I have never said those words to another human, ever. Why the fuck that just came out of my mouth, I may never know.
"Who did you used to call baby?" she asks as she lifts up and turns to face me.
"What?" I ask, beyond confused by this left field question. "What are you talking about?"
"Last night, while you were sleeping, you said baby. You and I don't talk to each other that way so I was just curious who it was." She's still acting so small. Ana, even in full submission, is never small and it has me a little concerned.
"I've never called anyone that. Ever," I tell her resolutely and I know for certain that I'm telling her the truth.
"Surely you've had a girlfriend here or there, you didn't call one of them baby?
"Anastasia, I told you no. I also told you when we met that I don't do relationships." My tone is harsher than I meant but I don't want her bothered by this. I have no idea why I said that last night but it's nothing she needs to be concerned over. She gives me an apologetic grin and turns back to lay on my chest.
"Sorry, I was curious and just assumed there had been someone..." I appreciate her concession, not pressing for more information and oddly, it makes me more open to talking to her. With the washcloth, I continue to trickle water over her beautiful form and decide to tell her more about my reasons for not having relationships.
"No. They've all been meaningless random women who were around for a night or two at most. Except Elena. She was the closest thing to a relationship I've had and my first experience with sex. She's a close friend of my mother's, married and 41 at the time. I was doing landscaping work for them the summer I was 15." I explain as Ana sits quietly, listening intently.
"She had always made her presence well known when I was around but this one day, for pretty much the entire day, she sat outside by the pool in her bikini, just watching me. Eventually closer to dark, she went inside and so when I was done for the day, I went in to find her and let her know I was taking off..." I stop my caress of Ana's chest, as I don't want her beautiful form associated in my mind with the memory I'm about to describe." And she fucking came downstairs topless. At 15, I didn't care how fucking bazaar that was, I just felt my dick getting hard and got embarrassed. I tried to hide it with my hands while she just paraded around in the kitchen pouring us iced teas. She said to me, 'Christian you don't need to feel embarrassed. That's the reaction your supposed to have, darling. Come here, I want to show you something.' She walked up and kissed me, placed my hand under her bikini bottoms and then inside her, saying 'See? I react to you too.'" I feel Ana's shoulders curl in ever so slightly. She doesn't like hearing this but finishing the story is important I feel.
"After that day, we carried on together for years. She always maintained that we would never really be together, that she was married and that we were just having fun. But one day when I was back from Harvard, her husband Linc came home and found us fucking in his bed. He blew up and..." I run my fingers firmly through my hair, feeling almost as tense as I did then. "She fucking chose me! She told him that she wanted me and that she and him were threw, tried to throw him out. I took off, basically freaking the hell out because I'd never been interested in that with her. Problem is, after I left, Linc beat the hell out of her. Really bad. I've always hated myself for that. I didn't even care for her enough to consider what might happen if I left her there with him. After seeing how cold I could be, how little I'm able to care for another person, I knew I would never get involved with anyone ever again. I'm not capable of love and it wouldn't be fair to anyone." With this, Ana raises up once again and turns to face me. I'm waiting to see the look of disgust that would mirror my internal self image. But instead, she only looks... sad. Maybe even a little hurt, but not a single hint of disgust.
"After it all happened, she told me see didn't blame me for what I did. She said that she didn't actually believe in love, and that her reaction was only a momentary slip, because she knew she couldn't stand to be with Linc anymore… But before their divorce was even in route, Elena wrote me a check for a hundred grand so I could start GEH. To this day, I'm not sure why she did that. I'd really only ever mentioned it in passing. Sometimes, I think she was just trying to keep me close, a last attempt to get me to stay with her." Ana reaches out and grabs my hands, weaving our fingers together, then stepping up and over me so that she can sit astride my hips in the bath, she then places our intertwined hands around her waist.
"Christian I think you didn't stay with her because, whether you consciously admit it or not, you knew it was an abuse of her power. That you were a kid and she shouldn't have been doing those things with you. I don't care if you were okay with it. And I know some 15 year olds have sex but Christian, she was 41! That's not who 15 years are supposed to be having sex with! It was abuse... God, you've been through so much" Her eyes flick down to my chest and as my gaze follows hers, I quickly snap at her.
"You don't know what you're talking about! You're being overly dramatic. I was willing and able Ana. And she was gorgeous. Fuck, she still is." Unlike most of the people in my life who cower when I take this tone, Ana doesn't even flinch. Instead she just sighs and counters with her own firm but still compassionate tone.
"Christian I understand that you see a fuzzy line. Fifteen is just old enough that your body thinks you're ready to go. But nothing can change the fact that mentally, you were a child and she was an adult. Why didn't you tell me about this before?"
"Because I've never told anyone about it. The only people who know are me, Elena, and her husband... and now you. But to answer your original question, I never called her baby…"