I've been really nervous about posting this, since I don't know how you will react. In my mind it's too soon, but you guys have really nagged me about it, so I gave up and wrote it. So if you don't like it, that's great because that's mean I don't have to write chapters like this. So let's see how you react to it.
ANA
I walk out of SIP and see Sawyer waiting on me, like he has been for the past 3 days, since I've been working here. So far I have had a great time and everyone is so nice. My boss is something else though. He's a real mystery. I don't really understand the looks I've seen him give me and it makes me rather uncomfortable how he always seems to be lurking around the corner. He has startled me quite a few times since I've been working for him.
The first day was the worst. I didn't know how things worked here and I was feeling really shy and awkward, but luckily everyone was nice and it's just gotten better every day. Since the first day, I was really well received and I immediately felt accepted by my fellow workers. On the first day, some of the girls I work with asked me to eat lunch with them, which was such a relief. I've eaten with them every day now, either in the lunchroom or the café just across the street.
Christian showed me to my new room since I needed my clothes, but I somehow have ended up in his bed every night. Christian's bed is what I would imagine sleeping on a cloud would feel like, and until he complains about having me there, I'm sleeping there permanently.
He texted me on Monday to tell me that he would be home late, however I never imagined he was going to be home as late as he ended up being. I was already fast asleep at that point, but the next morning when I woke up I saw the note he left on my pillow saying that he had to go to work early and that he was unsure when he'd be back.
I can't shake the feeling that he's avoiding me, but I don't know what I've done to deserve that. All the conversations we've had lately have been over texts and we've talked a few times on the phone, but they have always been quick check-ups. He asks me how I am, and when I say that I'm doing well, then that's about it. Over text, he starts the conversation asking if I have eaten today. If I reply yes, then there are no more texts; however if I say no, then he sends me one more text telling me to eat. After that, no more texts, just radio silence.
Maybe I did something that made him mad? Have I asked too many questions about his past? Have I pushed him for answers too fast that he feels like he has to avoid me or answer questions that he's not ready to answer? Everything was so wonderful the previous weekend, and now everything just isn't.
Maybe he's just been super busy?
As I head out into the kitchen to see what Gail is making for dinner today, I see Christian hunched over the kitchen counter. I walk over to where he's half-sitting, half-laying on the counter, but he doesn't notice me. I rub his back slightly, causing him to jump up in surprise, which led to me stumbling backwards only to fall on my butt.
"Ana!" he gasps as he sees me struggling to get back on my feet. He helps me up, and hugs me to his chest. "I wasn't prepared for that! I didn't know you were here, I'm sorry," he says. "Are you okay?" he asks searching my eyes, and I nod my head and give him a reassuring smile. It didn't hurt it just startled me.
"You're home early," I say walking over to the fridge and getting a bottle of water. It's amazing how at home I feel here now. I look back at him, and his eyes are following me around the kitchen. "Christian?" I ask shaking my hand up and down in front of him to get him to focus on my face.
"You're period is done, right?"
"What?" I ask and he shrugs while walking over to me, but I hold up my hands to stop him. "You can't ignore me for 3 days, and then expect me to fall in bed with you," I say and he gives me apologetic look. "You've been like a ghost."
"I know," he says taking a step closer to me. "It has been really stressful at Grey House lately. Everyone has been working like crazy on this one deal, and we just lost it this morning. I thought it was under control, but it wasn't. That doesn't happen often…"
"Not used to hearing 'no'?" I ask, biting my lip to stop from smiling. His eyes fall to my lip and darken.
"No I'm not, Anastasia," he says taking another step towards me, and when I take one back my back hits the fridge, rattling the bottles inside. "I'm asking you one more time. Is your period over?" Swallowing the lump in my throat, I nod my head. "Thank fuck," he mutters before his lips are on mine.
The kiss is not like how I imagined he would kiss me. By the look of him just a few seconds ago, I imagined the kiss would be hot and frantic; however this is everything but that. His tongue sweeps across my lower lip, and I immediately open up for him. Instead of devouring me, like he has before, his tongue is stroking mine sweetly, like he has all the time in the world.
Cupping my face in his hands, he moves his mouth with mine, kissing me at a leisurely pace. "Come to bed with me?" He asks against my lips, and I nod my head. He bends slightly and lifts me by my waist, wrapping my legs around him. He secures his arms around my back, never breaking the kiss. We stumble into his bedroom, and he frantically removes my clothes, before stripping down to his boxers.
He pushes me down in the middle of the bed, before positioning himself between my legs. He leans down and starts sucking lightly on neck, holding both my hands over my head in one of his, while cupping my left breast in his other hand. "So damn beautiful" he murmurs, running his thumb over my hardened nipple. "You fit perfectly in my hand," he whispers against my neck. I relax as I let out a sigh of relief. That has always been one of my biggest insecurities, and he just reassured me that I had nothing to worry about.
He lets go of my hands so he could cup my right breast in his hand, and my hands go straight into his hair. He lets out a pained groan. "Ana" he sighs as he leans down to retrieve something from the floor. He holds up his tie in front of me, "is this okay?" he asks, and unable to answer him, I just nod.
He places my hands together over my head and starts tying them with his tie, while I take the time to ogle his torso. My eyes stop at the small circular scars on his chest; that I now know are from when his mother's pimp stubbed his cigarettes out on him.
I want to touch them to make him comfortable with them, just like he did with my insecurities about my breasts. But he won't let me touch him. When I've even come close to doing so, he's freaked out. He pulls at my hands and appears satisfied when he tugs on the tie and sees that it doesn't allow for any hand movement. Meanwhile, I'm just lying here, wide open and on full display for him.
Christian steps off the bed, to take in the look of me, licking his lower lip. My eyes follow the light brown trail of hair that starts right under his belly button and continues downwards, only to disappear under his boxers, which barely contains his massive erection. He slowly divests himself of his boxers revealing said erection. Now that I'm getting a good look, appears to be a blessing from above. Jesus, how has that fit inside me before?
My eyes widen when he takes himself in his hand and slowly starts to stroke up and down. He grows even larger right before my eyes, which makes me swallow hard. He slowly starts to crawl towards me, his eyes hooded and full of desire. He starts kissing a trail from my knee up towards my bundle of nerves, which is begging for release, soon.
When he's teased my thigh enough with the kissing, licking and biting, he starts to do the same on the other side, and I feel myself growing frustrated. "Christian…" I groan, trying to free my hands to guide his head where I need him. "Please!" I gasp as he gets closer and closer. Suddenly I feel the light feather-like touch of his tongue, and my hips buck up to meet his mouth, only for him to lean back.
"Hmmm," he says leaning down to kiss right under my belly button, "you're a greedy girl, huh?" he asks chuckling.
"Please, Christian," I pleaded one more time, earning another chuckle, this time on my inner thigh, and the vibrating of it was almost too much. Dragging his tongue along my pelvic bone, I scream in frustration. So when his tongue began lapping at my clit, I nearly fell apart immediately.
"Fuck!" He groans against my opening, making me moan out in pleasure, "you taste so fucking amazing." He lifts my leg up and places it over his shoulder, to move closer. "Look at me," he demands, and when our eyes meet, he licks up my slit, swirling his tongue around my bundle of nerves.
"Christian…" I moan, starting to feel the orgasm coming.
"That's it baby," he says sucking on my clit, biting teasingly at it, before soothing it with his warm and tender tongue. "Let me hear you," he says in a hoarse voice. He pushes one finger inside me and groans. "Christ, your clenching around my finger… you're so close, baby."
"God! Please… don't stop," I gasp as I start falling. He hums against my clit, making the approaching orgasm even more intense. I can feel it… it's so close. I just… I need… "Christian..."As I start to shake from my orgasm, Christian's tongue never leaves my clit, prolonging the orgasm. "Christian," I whisper hoarsely as I try calming my rapid heart after one of the most amazing orgasms in my life. He starts to trail kisses up my stomach, stopping at my nipples for a few seconds, before finding my lips once again.
"You liked that?" He asks with a grin against my lips, I nod my head, at loss for words. "I liked it, too," he whispers while kissing my lips sweetly. He rolls off the bed and a rush of panic washes over me.
Where is he going? Especially while I'm tied up? "Baby, I'm here," he says and I turn my head to see him retrieve a condom out of his pants pocket. "Are you okay?" he asks as he crawls back on the bed, opening the condom and unashamedly rolling it over his hardened length, whilst giving me a concerned look.
"Yes," I whisper, feeling stupid for panicking. "I'm great," I say barely audible, but he hears it and grins down at me. He kisses my throat as he positions himself between my legs.
"You have to tell me to stop if I'm being too rough," he says and I nod my head, looking him in his beautiful gray eyes. "No, you have to tell me," he says holding my chin with his hand "tell me you'll say stop if I'm too rough."
"I promise," I say and he leans up on his elbows, "but I won't have to." He looks at me, and with a barely-there smile he leans down to kiss me, as he slams into me. I let out an unexpected shriek, at feeling him so suddenly filling me. He stills and searches my face. "I'm okay," I whisper, and he waits a few seconds before he starts a fast and hard rhythm, as he slams inside of me, making me gasp every time.
He's groaning against my neck. The sounds that he's making, knowing it's all because of me, fills me with so much happiness. He switches from sucking and licking my neck to sucking on my ear, as he keeps his fast pace with his hips rocking against mine. "Ana" he grunts and starts kissing my jaw and trailing kisses towards my mouth. "God… so tight," he groans against my lips "are you close?" he rasps out.
"Yes," I breathe, and he grinds his hips faster, if that's even possible.
"Come," he grunts and I spiral off again, letting out a high pitched moan, while Christian lets out a primal groan, as his legs shake uncontrollably. "Ana, Ana, Ana," he murmurs while pumping into me with the aftershocks of his orgasm, and then his breathing slowly returns to normal again.
He quickly releases my hands then rolls over, so that he's not resting all his weight on me, but takes me with him. My head is propped up on his chest. "Wow" I murmur.
"Yeah" he agrees quietly. Soon sleeps consumes me, but I fall asleep thinking about the best orgasm I've ever had.
When I woke up again a few hours later Christian wasn't in bed anymore. His side of the bed feels cold, so he hasn't been here for a while. Walking into his closet, I grab a t-shirt to slip on, and start my search for him.
I walk to his office, since that's most likely where he is. Knocking on the door, I open it. Christian has a look of concentration on his face, and holds up his hand for me to stop. He scrolls down on the page, and sighs a couple of times. "What is it?" He asks in an annoyed voice, so I don't know if he's knows it me, or if he just doesn't want to be disturbed right now.
"I can come back later if you're busy," I say and he looks away from his computer and smiles at me. Then he takes in my look and his smile turns into a smug grin. Rolling his chair back, he motions for me to sit on his lap. I feel more comfortable doing this now, compared to the first time. Walking over to him, I sit down on his lap, and he wraps his arms around me.
He closes the page he was on, and turns his computer off. "How're you feeling?" he asks looking intensely at me, while stroking my cheek with his index finger.
"Great," I say with a smile, which he returns. "How're you feeling?" I ask and a grin reappears on his face.
"I'm also great," he says holding me tighter. "Are you sore?" I nod my head slightly, and he rests his head on my shoulder. "Sorry" he whispers.
"Sorry for what? I didn't tell you to stop, did I?" I ask, but he doesn't answer. "No, I didn't. Because, I didn't need you to." I say looking at him and stroking his chin. He jumps slightly, but quickly relaxes under my touch.
"Come," he says standing up "let's have a bath." Christian let's go of me, and clasps my hand in his as we make our way back into his bathroom. It doesn't take long for us to get undressed as I only have Christian's shirt on, and Christian only has his sweat pants and a t-shirt on. He starts filling the bathtub, while turning around to look at me, naked. "You're blushing," he says walking over to me, cupping my head in his hands. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about Ana," he says, leaning down to give me a chaste kiss.
I smile nervously at him, as he holds out his hand for me and then leads me over to the bath and helps me into it. I scoot down in the warm, delicious water. "Oh," I say as it stings a little when I sit down, but the bath smells so heavenly, that soon I forget about the pain. I look up at Christian, and see that he's staring intently at me. "Aren't you coming in?"
"I am," he says putting one of his feet in the hot water. "Move forwards" he says and the water rises when he sits down and pulls me back into his chest. I close my eyes and lean back against him, sighing contentedly. I feel him cupping water in his hand and pouring it over my upper body. "Hey" he says with a chuckle, "you asleep there?" with a shake of my head, his hand starts to travel down my body.
He starts rubbing my neck and shoulders, making goose bumps on my body. He drapes his legs over mine, opening me and I let out a surprised gasp, as his hand travels down my stomach. "Hmm," I sigh as he starts rubbing my clit. I shift on him, and my hips start to buck when he enters me with one of his fingers.
"You like that?" he whispers in my ear. I nod my head and suddenly his hand stops. I let out a groan, "needy girl," he whispers against my head, his breathing shallower. I sit up and turn around as he looks at me with a frown, probably wondering why I moved away from him.
"I want to try something," I say biting my lip, while taking in the look of him, all naked in the bath. He looks confused, and I lean over him and readjust myself, so that I'm in front of him on my knees. He blinks a few times, when I start slowly leaning forward, towards his growing erection.
"Ana," he says in a strained voice "you don't have to, I'm not expect-" he says but I cut him off.
"I know," I say looking into his eyes, which have darkened slightly. "Will you teach me what you like?" I ask, biting my lip and he nods. He takes my hand, and wraps it around his member, holding his hand around mine; he starts to pump up and down. He closes his eyes and leans his head back, still helping me pump him.
I lean forward and take the tip of his erection in my mouth, and he's eyes shoot open. "Ana," he gasps, taking a handful of my hair in his hand. I lick him from the base of his erection to the top, taking him in my mouth again. I suck him in deeper and deeper, before coming up again for air, swirling my tongue around the head of his dick. "Ah…" he grunts, clasping his hands in my hair, but it isn't painful.
It's nothing like I thought it would be. All I remember is Kate telling me about her first time giving a blowjob and how horrible it was. But this doesn't seem horrible. I like doing it, knowing his grunts of pleasure are because of me. I take him in my mouth again and manage to pull him all the way in. "Jesus Ana…," he breathes, "how far can you go?" He then starts to buck his hips, sending him further down my throat. "It feels so good, baby," he murmurs, and I suck harder, flicking my tongue across the head of his erection. "Ana-" he groans "baby, I'm gonna come, you have to…" he says and I suck him harder as I try doing something new. I bare my teeth down his length, and it pushes him over the edge. He cries out my name as a thick and salty liquid runs down my throat. I continue sucking him and licking him until his tremors stop. He takes a hold of my arms, pulling me up to lay against him.
I'm lying on top of him, skin to skin, with my head against his heart listening to the rapid heartbeats. He tips my chin up; smiling at me while leaning down to kiss me. I can still taste him in my mouth, and he probably tastes himself from me. I sit up and straddle him. "That was the first time I've ever done that," I say breathlessly biting my lip, nervous to know how it was for him.
"You haven't?" he asks, with a voice mixed with wonder and confusion. "You were fantastic baby. You have no idea how happy I am to hear that," he says crushing me against him. "You must be hungry," he says.
"Starving," I agree.
"Come, let's eat."