Anastasia
Christian lays me gently on the bed and turns back to close the door behind him. He comes back and stands beside the bed, and I feel his eyes roaming my body, the color of his eyes darkens as I stretch and leave my hands above my head.
"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?"
I can't help but chuckle. The man has lost his last marbles.
"I'm in my sweats, Christian."
"You could be wearing a burlap sack and you'd still be the most beautiful woman on the face of the earth. You. Are. Beautiful."
I shake my head and roll my eyes, a smile playing on my lips as his words fill my heart with love.
"You are clearly in need of glasses. Come here." I clap on the bed beside me.
Christian lays beside me on the bed, on his side, leaning his head against his hand, his expression unreadable. He reaches his over and tucks a stray hair behind my ear. His fingers grace my cheek and my breath hitches.
He notices my reaction and cups my face with his hand. I close my eyes and lean into his touch, taking in all the emotions his gentle touch awakens. My heart swells of the feelings I have for him.
The bed dips as he moves closer to me and I open my eyes as I feel his breath on my lips. His eyes are dark of desire, reverence, and love. The world around us ceases to exist as his lips finally touch mine. He trails his tongue over my lower lip, tentatively deepening the kiss until I don't know where I end and he begins as we melt into each other.
He turns us, so he's lying on top of me, nudging my legs apart with his knees. I feel the heat of his body on mine, and the kiss becomes all consuming. He grinds his hips and his erection presses against me through our clothes. Christian lifts himself up to sit on his knees between my legs, catches the hem of his shirt and pulls it off in one smooth movement, baring his muscular chest, six-pack and the round scars marring the perfection of his body. I can't help it, I always see them even I try not to look at them.
Taking in the sight in front of me, the gorgeous man on his knees between my legs, makes desire pool deep inside of me. I arch my back as he catches the hem of my shirt and pushes it up over my body. His hands trace my curves, making goose bumps spread like a wild fire.
He leans over and catches my breasts in his hands, flicking over my sensitive nipples with his thumbs before finally licking and sucking one, pulling a breathy "Ah…" from my throat. I feel him smiling against my skin, before he repeats the same pattern on the other breast as I push my fingers through the hair in his neck.
I try to grind myself against him, just to get some relieve for my throbbing desire but it's no use. He continues his sensual attack on my breasts unfazed by my building need. Leaving my nipples cold and unattended he kisses his way up my neck, biting gently on my earlobe before attacking my mouth again. We are reduced to tongues, arms, touches, and gropes as the desire burns through all barriers between us.
"Christian… Please" I pant and feel him move away from me. I open my eyes and realize he's looking at me, his face flushed but serious.
"Are you sure you are up to it?"
"I'm fine, Christian… Please…" I grind myself against his erection and moan as the friction on my clitoris is barely making a dent in the need I feel.
He hesitates for a moment, but then the spark is back in his eyes. He catches the waist of my sweatpants and pulls them off, lifting my feet up as he does. Holding my feet up in front of him he leans back and hums appreciatively. He holds my ankles together with one hand as he slowly moves the other down the back of my leg until he reaches my swollen folds, and pushes my legs gently forward. My breath is stuck in my throat and the anticipation is almost too much to take as he just looks at me squirm. I can't see his face as my legs are in the way, but I feel his eyes on me. I gasp as he suddenly strokes me, his finger gently massaging that slick spot that's craving him the most.
My moan is met by his sharp breath as he dips his finger inside me.
"Oh you're so wet for me." His quiet words just increase the building pressure as he continues massaging me from within with his fingers.
"Christian" The word a plea, a prayer, a cry as his fingers are joined by his tongue lapping on my clit. He finally releases my legs to have better access. I weave my fingers into his hair as he feasts on my pussy while his fingers are working their magic inside me.
I feel that familiar pull, the grip of oblivion as all my other senses are blinded by the pure pleasure he is giving me. He reads my body, as the expert in my pleasure that he is, knowing exactly when to twists his hand as he fucks me with his fingers, so that he reaches the infamous spot that holds all the nerves that light my fuse. The sparks fly, the short fuse burns until the orgasm detonates inside me, breaking all my inhibitions and rocking my world. As the aftershocks pulse through me I finally release my grip of his hair.
"Sorry" I pant. Shit. I must've been gripping him hard.
He chuckles, wiping the side of his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Ana…" His voice is scolding. "Never apologize for coming. That's a fucking marvelous sight."
"No, I meant the pulling of your hair."
His mouth twists into a sly grin.
"You know, there's a fine line between pleasure and pain." A faint frown mars his forehead, but then he shrugs and smiles again. "You stayed on the right side. No harm done."
Christian
Her delicious pussy clenches around my fingers and she bucks against my mouth, her fingers gripping my hair so hard I think she actually might end up pulling it off my head. But it's worth it, she can pull off all my hair if she wants to, as long as it's because I'm driving her into mind-shattering orgasm.
Finally her grip loosens and I raise my head up, slowly pulling out my fingers at the same time.
She apologizes and I scold her for it, only to get the clarification that she's apologizing for pulling my hair. Oh baby... I've had much worse treatment in the name of pleasure.
"You know, there's a fine line between pleasure and pain." I say, and momentarily my youth pops into my mind. The leather bench beneath me, the scent of sweat in the air, the clicking of her fucking heels on the floor before the whip lands on my bare skin, stinging like hell. Her words echo in mind.
Pleasure and pain, Christian. Two sides of the coin. You know what you did, now please me and take your punishment, like a good boy. I know you like it, you know I do. You enjoy both sides of the coin, don't you, Christian? I bite my teeth together not to react as I the whip cracks against my back again. Yes, Mistress. I deserve this. I manage the pain, thinking of my reward if I please her.
I shrug, trying to get the memory out of my mind. I look at Ana, her eyes worried as she thought she hurt me.
"No harm done."
The memory of Elena haunts my mind, effectively throwing a wet towel on my libido.
"Christian?"
I look up at her. Her cheeks are flushed and her lower lip is caught between her teeth. I trace her lip with my fingers, gently tugging it free. I close my eyes as I lean down to kiss her, letting her scent wash over me and make me forget all the crap that haunts my past.
Soon we are again lost in each other. I want to bury myself inside her, to disappear and never be found again. But I can't get lost, I feel hyper aware of all movements we are making. We can't lose ourselves in the moment like we did yesterday.
She senses my hesitation and pulls away. "What's wrong?"
"I'm worried about you... Are you sure about this?" I don't even know what I'm asking her about? Is it the sex, the protection, the future together?
"I want you Christian. And I'm fine, don't worry about me."
She gets that look, the look that tells me that she's made up her mind and I'm just supposed to follow her lead.
"Turn around." She pushes me off her body and I land on my back on the bed beside her. She reaches for the drawer and throws a foil package on the bed beside me, before getting up on her knees and placing herself next to me.
"Little help here?" She tugs on my pants and I lift up my bottom from the bed so that she can pull them off me.
Her eyes land on my semi-erection and smiles. I can't turn my eyes away from her as she strokes my chest, gently bending over to kiss my scars before catching my dick now about fully erected.
Her soft fingers move on my shaft, her thumb flicking over the tip making me see stars. A fucking galaxy worth as her lips replace her fingers, her tongue now doing the teasing. I can't help it, I catch her head and meet her movements by thrusts.
"Ana... I don't want come in your mouth". I want to taste her as we come together, and not my own ejaculation on her lips.
I feel her smiling against my erection at the comment I made and fuck, if it doesn't drive me crazy further.
She reaches for the condom and before I know it she's rolling it on me. Her touch still lingers on my mind, the feel of her hot wet pussy on my dick without anything in between us. It's not much longer, I remind myself, soon she'll be on the pill and I'll have her bare beneath me. Maybe even without the pill. The thought flashes through my mind, catching a firm grip of my heart. Something I want, but can't control. Only for her, do I relinquish control, and surprisingly it doesn't eat me alive.
She straddles me, placing herself on top of me, her hot heat enfolding my throbbing cock and I grab her, as she tilts her hips so that I'm just on her entrance. She looks at me, straight into my soul, it feels like, and her sapphire blue eyes darken by the desire.
"I want this. I want you." The words roll of her delicious lips.
"You've got me." I say and she lowers herself on me, taking me in balls deep in one smooth move. She places her hands on my chest and starts grinding. Her cunt grips my dick with every movement and I just lay back and enjoy her rhythm, slow and deep.
Her breasts are juggling beautifully in front of me and I let go of her hips to touch them, the nipples puckered and perk between my fingers. I pinch her nipples and fuck, her pussy clenches me. Her lips are parted, her eyes are closed as she grinds faster. I thrust and meet her for every move. She chases her orgasm and I'm in it for the ride, my control almost slips but damn it, if I'll let go before her. I read her body, the tightening of her pussy, the glitch in her breath, the expression on face and I know she's close, so fucking close.
I grab her and in a heartbeat we are the other way around, she's under me and I'm lodged between her legs, pushing inside her hard and fast, and my lips crash onto hers, my tongue demands access and when she lets me in, it's like fucking fourth of July. I shoot my cum deep inside her, pushing her over to nirvana, absorbing her moans inside my mouth as her orgasm milks me dry. The desperate desire of our kiss turns into a sated lazy wet kiss that holds all the love we have for each other.
I pull myself out and lean back so I can get the condom off, tie it and throw it into the rubbish. I lay down beside her, wrap my arms around her naked body and press a kiss of her bare shoulder. I push my nose into her hair and lose myself in the faint scent of vanilla before slumbering totally sated and thoroughly fucked.
AN: Ok, I got a bit distracted... ;)
Next chapter will hopefully get them moving forward again. But I must warn you, it might take a while - especially if the incoming week is as crazy as the last was. The fact that we are moving in April does not help matters either. I'll try to make time for writing though, but I can't make any promises when it comes to update schedules.
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