Hi again!
First of all I want to say how much I missed you guys and missed this story and missed Ana and Christian and my other B characters.
And, I apologize for disappearing on you but all I can say that it has been a rough summer for me. And I didn't come out the same.
I also want to thank whoever stuck with me through the past few months and put up with my bullshit.
I know that is not really a big chapter, it is just an apology chapter. I hope you enjoy it.
CPOV:
I am awaken by a warm breath tickling the back of my ear. I open my eyes slowly to realize that I am not alone in bed. Vaguely I know that I don't share my bed with anyone but the warm soft body pressed to my side distract me from any thoughts. A lean pale arm is wrapped around my shoulders and a small hand is buried in my hair. Soft breast are pressed to my arm and a thigh is straddling my hips.
"Morning, sleepyhead" The husky sexy as fuck familiar voice is enough to make me open my eyes completely. I close them again with a sigh when soft lips start pressing kisses on my neck.
"Ana" Her name leaves my mouth in a sound that resembles a moan more than anything. I open my eyes and look down at her. She is grinning from ear to ear. Her hair is a little messed up from sleep and she has never looked more beautiful to me. I feel my heart skip a beat at the sight. "Morning, baby" I don't recognize my own voice. Is that a happy squeak I hear in it? She grins even wider if that is possible, brighter and lowers her mouth to my collar bone. She nibbles on the sensitive spot right above the bony part and I bite back a hiss. God, she is killing me.
"Slept well, baby?" She works her way up to my jaw where she flicks her hot wet tongue over my five shadow. I have to breathe through my nose twice before I can reply. Shit, I am so hard I can cut steel right now.
"Yessssss" And my reply turns into a pained hiss when she takes my earlobe between her perfect teeth, biting softly.
"Good" She chuckles against my ear then before I can do shit, she is straddling me completely. I realize now that she is only dressed in a simple white tank top and white cotton panties. Very thin panties that are now, along with my boxers are the only items separating my dick from her pussy. She smiles wickedly before she runs her hands from my shoulders down my chest, scraping her short nails over my nipples as she goes causing me to groan pathetically. My fingers ache to touch her. I know if I put my hands on her hips now I will be able to feel her bare ass because these panties are doing a shit job hiding it from my sight. I have grabbed the magnificent ass before but it was clad in clothes. Now I will be able to feel that soft firm flesh under my fingers. I catch my thumbs stroking my fingertips, fantasying about how she would feel. Unable to hold back anymore, I raise my arm to grab hold of where most of my wet dreams lay but before I can touch her, her small hands wrap around my wrists, stopping my movement. I frown. How can she deny me? "No" She whispers but there is no rejection in her eyes. Only desire. "Keep them here" She orders pushing my wrists above my head. She snatches my mouth in a hard kiss and squeezes my wrists lightly one last time before she lets go, making her message clear. I am not to touch her without permission. She is being a tease. A demanding controlling tease. I should be pissed. I should want to flip her over and restrain her instead, fuck her like I ache to do. But for some reason that is not what I want now. I want to be teased by her. To be tortured. Fuck me, I want to be under her mercy. She smiles when I don't move my hands and touches my chest again. Over and over. I realize that I am shirtless and it shocks me for a moment. I never fall asleep shirtless, no matter how hot it gets. I always put a shirt on. But now not only am I shirtless but there is a woman, a beautiful sexy woman, straddling my hips and running her hands over my chest as she pleases. As if she can read my thoughts, she stops touching me. And suddenly I hate myself for even thinking such thoughts, because I miss her touch immediately. Before I can mourn the loss, she lowers her lips to the base of my neck and starts pressing soft light kisses down my chest. And I throw my head back and I forget. I forget about the scars, about my shitty childhood, I forget why she shouldn't be touching me. All I can remember, all I can think of, is how good her lips feel on my skin and how much I don't want her to stop, ever. But then she starts to move. Grinding her hips slowly, seductively over mine. We both moan as the tip of my hard cock makes contact with her wet heat. Rising her head so we are nose to nose, she kisses me and moves again the same way. Over and over. Grinding on me, teasing me, torturing me when her heat on my dick and her moans in my ears and her hot breath on my neck….
I jump upright awakened by the rarely-used alarm on my nightstand. Normally I am awake hours before the time I am supposed to but I set the alarm anyway in case I managed to catch some sleep. "Fuck" I groan and run a hand over my sweaty face. Another fucking dream, great. I look down at the tent my dick is making in my boxers and sigh deeply. After managing to leave the bed, I walk on shaky legs to the bathroom. I take off my shirt and then my underwear, disgusted with myself when I notice the wet spot of precome on the front of it. I turn on the warm water and step into the shower knowing it is one of these days when a cold shower just won't do it. I take a deep breath and wrap my hand around my throbbing cock. Starting to stroke it up and down, I let my mind go back to my heaven of a dream. Ana is on top of me but now she has lost her shirt and her panties. I am naked as well, nothing is separating our needs anymore. She moans loud in my ear when the tip of my cock brushes her wet folds. She runs her hands down my stomach until her small palm is wrapped around my dick. She grabs the base tight in her hand and squeeze hard up to the top where she rubs her thumb over the tip, smearing precome. I groan and she smiles. Then she kisses me, soft and slow and sweet. Grabbing the base again, she positions the tip over her entrance and stops her movements all together. Her northern lips hovers over my lips while her southern lips hovers over my cock, teasing me, tasting my control, daring me to snap and take matters in my own hands. So I do. I flip her over and slam my hard as stone dick into her, balls deep. I groan, she gasps. Her pussy is tight around me, hot and wet. Feels like heaven. She begs me to move, I do. She moans, I pant. She urges me harder and faster, I have no choice but to obey.
I am pulled hard from my land of fantasy when I feel my body shaking with my orgasm, my hot release is mixing with the water under my feet and falling down the drain. I rest my forehead on the cold glass to catch my uneven breath. Fuck, that was an intense one. I almost, almost, don't feel pathetic. There is no shame in masturbation so do you wonder why I feel pathetic? Because these last few minutes and that fucking dream are all that is left of my sex life. All thanks to that devious seductress possessing my thoughts.
My only consolation is the hope that the bitch is fingering herself to sleep every night wishing it was my dick fucking her pussy.
I pull the brakes on that train of thoughts before it manages to give me another problem to deal with. I know she wants me. I just don't know if it is as consuming as my desire for her. Yeah, that train of thoughts will only piss me off so I cut it short. I finish my shower quickly and step out from under the water. Grabbing a towel, I wrap it around my hips before I walk out of my bathroom. The sound of my phone ringing stops me in my way to my closet. Frowning, I pick it off the nightstand. A spontaneous groan leaves my lips when I spot the caller's ID but feeling that twinkle in my chest, I answer anyway.
"Grey" I answer formally as a smirk curves my lips.
"Morning shower thoughts, do you think tonight's dinner is a good idea?" Comes the sweet of voice of the subject of my desire and my doom on the other end of the line.
"No" I reply honestly, knowing what she is talking about and what has probably been eating at her for two days. She just cares too much, it is her curse.
"Ugh" She groans in adorable frustration. I smile like an idiot and start walking to my closet. "Then why the fuck did you agree to it?!" Because I would throw the whole world under a bus just to spend a night out with you? Because I am a selfish asshole?
"Because I don't care" I say simply.
"Yes you do!" She protests. "Don't forget that I can see through your shit so don't try to pull that on me, Grey" Well, she is not entirely wrong…. I sigh.
"You wanna know what I really think?" I start picking items to wear from my shelves as I talk to her.
"Yes, please"
"I think" I start and curse her internally for turning me into a truthful caring sap who shares too much. "That Elliot is not just trying to prove himself to you or me or even Emma. I think he is doing this for Kat and even though it might be hard to believe, I think he really means it" I blame the long years in the company of therapists on making me that insightful now.
"Well…" I can hear her sigh on the other side and could imagine her shoulders relaxing in relief which causes a tingle of pride to vibrate my chest. "If that is what you believe then I guess it will be okay" Hmmm? Is that trust I see here? Well, don't make a big deal out of it. He is your brother, of course she would trust your word when it comes to him. "Anyway, what are you doing now?"
"Getting dressed" I reply as I open my underwear drawer.
"Oh…" There is a pause and it makes me smile. "Are you like…naked right now?" Her voice isn't filled with desire. It is horrified. And it makes me grin. My scaredy cat. As foul as her smart mouth can be, as shy as she can be sometimes.
"No, of course. I have a towel on" I can hear her sharp intake of breath. Need to mess with her further, I reach to drop the towel off my hips. "And now it is off"
"Oh my god….are you insane?" Comes her panicked voice. "Don't ever talk to me while you are naked!"
"Why not?"
"Because it is weird, you pervert!"
"If you are so offended with my nudity perhaps you should help me choose which underwear to put on"
"No" She shouts and it makes me grin harder.
"So there is black, light grey, blue, white, dark grey, brown…" I go on, ignoring her. Barely holding in my laughter. She is so fucking precious!
"I am hanging up right now!" She warns.
"Chicken shit! You are just scared that it turns you on to think of me in my underwear" I taunt her. When she goes silent I press on. "You are picturing it now, aren't you?"
"No" The shaking of her tone betrays her. Liar.
"What color is it, Ana?" I didn't realize I used my Dom voice until the question is out and I hear her sharp intake of breath.
"Light grey!" She squeaks and I hear her breathy giggle before the line goes off. I grab a pair of light grey briefs as my laughter rings through the walls of my empty house. A grin stays firm on my face all the while I am getting dress until I head for the kitchen to get some breakfast and notice the look of shock on Mrs. Johns. I am about to ask her what is the matter when I realize it is me. I am the matter. I never wake up smiling. Hell, a week can pass without me showing a single emotion on my face. Now I am grinning like a fucking love-sick fool. I would be shocked too if I were her.
Here. I hope you liked it. It wasn't enough? I know, sorry. I can't promise when the next update will be but I am just getting back to the story and reconnecting with it so bear with me if you can. Thanks again for reading.
PS: Take easy on me with the hate reviews I am not really in the mood for it. So if you have a kind word I would be grateful to hear it. If you are gonna roast me for dropping the story for so long then here I said it "I am sorry"
