AN: Wow! I had no idea the challenge that I would face trying to pen Christian and Ana's first lemon. I hope that I did their characters justice in this chapter. I nervously await your reviews (please be kind!)
I struggle with staying true to the story that I set out to tell. On this journey, I have found myself taking a few hard-right turns. Getting back on track, I realize that I might have accidentally created one or two separate one-shot stories. Hopefully, I will be able to post a separate one shot in the coming weeks. I will try to keep you updated when I do.
I apologize for the typos and errors that I continue to find in my already published work. It seems that no matter how many times I proof read, I always find a few published mistakes. What can I say? I am human.
THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU for all of your reviews, your favorites, and your follows. Your enthusiasm is what keeps me writing.
Guest/10-31-2020/Chapter 5: I wish you had left your name so I could say THANK YOU for your awesome review! Your words make me want to write 100 more chapters right this minute!
Katie: Thanks for your review. I look forward to hearing what you think about Chapter 7.
Onedirection2013: I hope you enjoy this 'more.'
Misssee: I think that you are on to something. Whenever something appears too good to be true, it usually is…It will take a few more chapters before we begin to see the cracks in C&As relationship. Chapter 8 will give us some clues as to why Christian is finally taking Flynn's advice.
Pks9704: Hold onto your bifocals, Chapter 7 continues with the hearts and flowers.
SuxB: It seems Christian is channeling the energy he used to put into his submissives now into seducing Ms. Steele.
Desini: Christian is all about spoiling Ms. Steele!
LiannyW: Christian is going to do more hearts and flowers before the panic attacks are addressed.
Daytonalay: Ana is cool about his lifestyle until she learns about the darker side of things…
Chapter 7
Seduction
Christian and I dance through several songs. He spins and dips me back with great flair. His eyes sparkle with delight each time I giggle. Again, I am struck with how easy it is to be in his company. Periods of silence feel comfortable. When another song comes to its end, Christian presses his cheek to mine and whispers into my ear.
"Anastasia, can I take you to my bed?'
I giggle a yes. Christian takes my hand and leads me down the hall. My inner goddess is doing the Floss.
The same music from the great room plays on the surround sound in Christian's bedroom. The drapes are pulled open so that the twinkling lights of the Seattle skyline illuminate us.
Christian holds the nape of my neck and wraps his other hand around my waist, pulling me closer. Our bodies press together as he kisses my lips. I am a puddle of Christian Grey goo.
Nothing feels rushed. My cardigan and shirt float to the floor. Kneeling in front of me, Christian kisses and nips at my belly while I run my fingers through his copper waves. He rubs his cheek against the satin cups of the bra I am wearing. He removes my shoes with great care. My breathing accelerates when he unbuttons my jeans and hooks his thumbs to pull them down. I place my hand on his shoulder while he helps me step out of my pants.
Christian places the palm of each hand on the back of my calves. He applies just the right amount of pressure as he slides them up and over my thighs and butt while bringing himself back to standing. His hands hold my bare waist as I stand on my tip toes to kiss him. My hand pulls the back of his head down so that our mouths meet with equal need.
Christian's tongue parts my lips and explores my mouth with deliberate slowness. Tonight, he will explore every inch of my body.
I want this. Whatever is happening between us, I want to see it through tonight. This is romance. The candles and the dancing demonstrate a man who wants very much to have me in his bed. I do not delude myself with mistaken notions of love. This is carnal, unabashed sexual desire. I want Christian. He wants me. I am ready to surrender to the sirens that are calling me forth.
We never break eye contact. Christian unbuttons his shirt while I reach around to unclasp my bra. I walk myself backwards until I feel his bed. As I sit down, I peel my silken panties off and toss them to what is becoming the mountain of abandoned clothes. I half expect to see Ms. Jones' arm snake in through the door to remove the wrinkled pile of designer discards. I mean, she's that good.
Christian steps out of his jeans and underwear. I scoot back on the bed as he opens the night stand and tosses a condom on the sheets. My heart pounds with excitement. I have never ever seen a condom on a guy in real life. Little Ana Steele is trying all sorts of new and exciting things today.
With panther-like prowess, Christian climbs up my body. He takes his time, stopping at all major target zones for nips and whiffs. As his head comes upward, I steal my own inhales of his intoxicating sex-god elixir. Christian Grey is my drug, and I am jonesing for another hit.
Christian's fingers strike the lips to my sex as he lowers his mouth to tease my nipples. He gives them equal attention before returning to suck on my lower lip. His fingers press down and tease the entrance to my sex.
"Ana," he moans. "Are you wet for me, baby?"
No, Romeo it's an epic coincidence that after the greatest seduction of all times, my lady bits are drenched and throbbing for completely unrelated reasons. "Yes, Christian, just for you," I pant.
He groans as he runs his nose slowly down my belly and passed the freshly shaved playground leading to my sex. He stops at my clit to hum and lick. No waves of moisture flood his fingers still inside me. With expert agility, his tongue replaces his fingers as his hands push my knees up and apart. He pistons his hot tongue in and out of me like he is drinking water in the dessert. I feel the pressure beginning to build inside of me. I am panting and moaning while begging for more. I find my hands gripping his hair, pushing his head into my apex for more. More, I fucking need more! With barely a warning, my orgasm crashes over me like a tsunami. From somewhere above, I watch my head crash back as my back arches and I push my sex into his mouth with every muscle in my body. From a distance, I hear myself scream his name over and over as I ride out the single greatest experience any woman has ever encountered – the Christian Grey unending orgasm.
From what I can only describe as some alternate sub-space void of body or time, I hear Christian tear the foil wrapper open. I am aware of the deftness with which he rolls on the condom.
"Do you want me, Anastasia? Do you want me inside of you?" I punch my inner goddess in the face to keep her from shouting a resounding, "Hell, yeah!"
He hovers over me and stares into my soul. I smile and give him a nod. With one arm bent to support himself above me, Christian uses his other hand to guide his tip through the opening of my sex. I clench my eyes shut in anticipation of the pain.
"Open your eyes, Anastasia. I want to look at you." My blue eyes meet his greys burning dark with unspoken promises of the awaiting satisfaction.
Never breaking eye contact, Christian enters me with a slow, steady thrust forward. I whimper as he pushes through the pain of my resistance. He emits a guttural moan as he continues deeper and deeper until he is fully sheathed inside my pleasure.
"Oh god, Ana. You are so tight. Fuuuuccckkkkk…You feel so good, baby," Christian moans into my ear. His warm breath adding to the campaign upon my senses.
My face presses into his warm neck. He stills while I breathe through the persisting pain. He kisses the spot where my cheek meets my ear. His warm breath flowing heavily across my skin.
I pull my hips back a fraction to show him that the pain is relenting. With surety, he pulls back until only his tip remains in me. Again, he thrusts forward. This time, I feel rainbows of pleasure ripple through me. His in and out rhythm continues. My legs wrap around his waist. My fingers get lost in his hair. Our bodies grow sweaty as we moan and groan in harmony. We are in the mother freaking zone.
With each thrust, my pleasure builds. Over and over, he pistons inside of me. That now familiar feeling begins to contract in my core. My vision grows blurry.
"Come for me, sweet Ana."
The bed disappears beneath me as I begin to free fall into the thick darkness of fervor. The sounds of a tea kettle's whistle overtake me as another orgasm crashes into me. I hear myself scream a blood-curdling "CHRISTIAN!" as I surrender to his command. In the distance, I am remotely aware of his own release before he collapses on me, breathless and sweaty. We pant in synchrony as I float back to earth and re-enter my body. I have no words. My mind is blank. I will die a satisfied woman.