CPOV

I slowly open my eyes, trying to figure out if last night was another dream of mine. I look at Ana's naked form beside me and know it wasn't a dream. It really happened: Ana and I are finally dating and we had sex last night. But I feel a sudden pang of guilt. Do I feel guilty that we're dating? No. Do I feel guilty about making love to her last night? No, we both loved it…love…oh shit. I kiss her on her temple, see her form a smile, and get up, putting on sweat pants as I head to the home gym. Opening the door, the first thing I notice is the punching bag. I line it up with me and punch. I just keep punching and punching, trying to figure out what to do. Should I tell her? Should I take her on another date first? Should I wait another month? She's already met Mom and Elliot and they love her dearly, and I love her so much, more than I can express. But why can't I tell her? Why didn't I tell her? When should I tell her? Ever since that day I took care of her when she was sick, I've loved her, and I wanted to shout it from the rooftop. I hear a gentle knock and feel her enter the room. I give her a slide glance and see she's wearing my shirt from last night.

"Christian, what's wrong." I just continue to punch the bag. "Did I do something wrong? Have I upset you?"

"No Ana, you've done nothing wrong." She comes and stands directly in front of the punching bag, so I have to stop. Her eyes are on fire with frustration.

"Then tell me what's the matter. Tell me why you can't look me in the eye. Use your words damn it!"

"You want to know what's wrong? Fine! The reason I'm so mad is that I can't get you out of my mind. From the moment when I first wake up and see you lying next to me, to when we go to bed, you are in my every thought. I can't even work properly because my thoughts keep wandering back to you. Ever since I first laid eyes on you, I want to grab you, kiss you, put you on the nearest stable piece of furniture and make love to you. But the main reason why I'm so mad is that I don't know how to tell you I love you. I love every part of you. I love your mind, your spirit, your soul, and your beauty. I should have told you last night before we had sex, but I didn't and I just don't know why. I love you Ana." She cups my face, and lifts my head to look into her eyes. Tears are rolling down her cheeks and there's a smile spread across her lips.

"Now that's what I call using your words." I chuckle as I wipe away her tears. "I love you too Christian. Ever since we met, I've loved you. I was afraid of showing my feelings because I thought you might be embarrassed that you'd be dating a maid. But I no longer care what anyone will think. I love everything about you Christian. You're everything to me." She places her lips against mine very gently before pulling me down to deepen the kiss. My heart stops momentarily as I think to myself, she really loves me. This woman who I've only known for a month loves me. Thank you gracious God! I wrap my arms around her body and bring her closer to me. Her soft breast slam against my body and she lets out a moan. I stick my tongue carefully in her mouth and begin to lick her tongue all over. She moans and I feel we've backed up against the weight station. I sit down on the bench; she straddles me, and starts rubbing herself against me as I start to get hard. I run my hands down her front and flick her nipples through the shirt. "Shit," she hisses as I fondle her breasts and roll her nipples between my fingers while I kiss and suck on her collarbone. "God Christian…I need you. Please!" I slide my sweatpants down, move her underwear to the side, and thrust into her. We both moan in ecstasy as I lift her hips up and down and slam into her over and over again. "Yes Christian yes! Oh God!"

"You like that baby?"

"Oh yes Christian!"

"You like the way my dick is ramming into your soaking pussy?" She doesn't answer but instead starts meeting my thrusts. I reach around and slap her ass. "Answer me!" She throws her head back, making her hair cascade down her back.

"Yes! I love your huge dick ramming into my pussy!" I hook my arms under her knees and thrust into her harder. I lean forward and capture a nipple through the shirt. I bite down just barely and she cums, squeezing my dick with her pussy walls. "I love you Christian," she yells as I still and cum in her.

"I love you Ana!" I slam my lips against hers as I ride out my orgasm. I'll never get enough of her. I'm very happy we've waited this long for sex, because we can just make up for the lost time. She gets off me, straightens herself out, and takes my hand.

"Time for breakfast." I follow her until I decide to pick her up bridal style and carry her out to the kitchen island. I place her down on the barstool and start breakfast.

"What would you like baby?"

"You please." She wiggles in her chair as she unfolds the paper and looks at me with desire.

"Don't tempt my baby. I'll put you right on this counter and fuck you into next week." She blushes and looks back at the paper. I make us sausage links, toast, and pour us orange juice. We look over the article plastered over the front page.

Seattle's Own Cinderella!

Billionaire Christian Grey was spotted with Ms. Anastasia Steele yesterday, going into The Corner Pocket Club with Elliot Grey of Grey Renovations and Katherine Kavanagh of Kavanagh Media. Sources tell us the couples shared a few drinks and danced before leaving in different cars. Ms. Steele graduated from WSU in English Literature along with Ms. Kavanagh, and had previously worked as Mr. Grey's housekeeper. What will our Cinderella be doing next? Are wedding bells soon to be ringing? We'll keep you posted.

On the front page along with the article are two pictures of Ana and I: one where we're just smiling at each other, the love between us very evident. The other is us kissing passionately but tasteful. An article on the other side of the paper states an apology to the victims of the Hyde scandal for releasing their names.

"Well as far as media coverage goes, I think that went pretty well." I look at her to see her blushing like crazy. I clear the table, intertwine my hand with hers, and lead her back to my room.