—That is simply unbelievable. I I don't remember anything you told me.

—I figured you wouldn't after all the champagne you drank.

—I don't even remember you. Why didn't you tell me any of this?

—I was waiting for the right time to do it. Now I need to ask you something about that night.

—I don't remember much about that night. —I confess regretfully.

—You told me that night didn't bring back good memories. What happened?

I stare at him. I don't want to fall into the memories of the past again.

—I'm sorry. I don't want to pressure you, if you don't want to tell me, it's okay. —he says, stroking my cheeks softly.

—It's not that. I want to tell you, but it's something from my past that I feel terribly guilty about. —Christian looks at me with a frown.

I close my eyes briefly and take several breaths before I open them and summarize for him what happened that day before I arrived at the gala and what happened much later that night.

—That day I argued with my brother a few hours before I left for the gala. He and my mother had a catering company and I was supposed to help them with a huge delivery that evening. —I pause. —But I didn't, instead I left for the gala.

—That's why you were nervous that night?

—I was late waiting for them to come back, I wanted to apologize to them, but in the end I left because they hadn't arrived and I didn't want to look bad to my new boss. I don't remember much about the gala, only that I drank more champagne than I should have and left very late. By the time I got home, I was a little more lucid. That, I remember very well. I remember the flashing red and blue lights in front of my house. The officer talking to me trying to explain what happened. But I only heard those terrible words that made me regret and take the blame for what I had done. —They couldn't do anything. —I was devastated to learn what had happened. If I had helped them, they would be alive right now. —and I feel the tears begin to fall from my eyes and I can't help it.

—Come here. —he pulls me to his chest and hugs me.

I haven't told anyone what happened, only Kate knows. I didn't even tell Elena. I I didn't want to have to ask for permission, when I had just started working with her. So I kept all my emotions locked away, until this moment. Christian squeezes me against his body as I cry helplessly.

—I'm so sorry Ana. I'm sorry you had to go through what you went through, it must be so hard to lose your family. But I don't think you should take the blame for what happened. —I pull away from him and sniffle through my nose as I wipe away the tears that blur my eyes.

—It was my fault, Christian, if I had helped them, maybe...

—No. It wasn't. It was an accident, accidents happen. You shouldn't blame yourself for something you had nothing to do with. Yes, you didn't accompany them, you weren't with them when it happened, so it's not your fault.

—I was supposed to have died in that accident Christian.

—But you didn't. Things happen for a reason. I know it's selfish of me to tell you this, but if you had gone with them, we would never have met, I would never have gone back to rehab and this relationship wouldn't exist. So, in a way, you have paid for the damage you did by helping me.

His words bring more tears to my eyes. I lean back against his chest and let my tears flow unchecked. Christian slides one of his hands down my back, comforting me. This is all I need for now. Feeling the warmth of his body next to mine comforts me.

—Are you better? —a few minutes later I'm calmer and pull away from his chest to sit across from him.

—Yes, thank you. —I stare at him and reflect on what he told me about what happened that night. —I think I owe you an apology about that night. — Christian smiles wickedly at me. I don't know why I sense he's planning something.

—You can actually make amends for what happened. —he smirks at me.

—How?

—I don't know if Elena mentioned it to you, but next week is the gala, you can come with me and make up for what happened a year ago. —I squint at him.

Elena hasn't mentioned anything to me, but I'm sure she forgot about it with what happened to her mother.

—I can't promise anything, but I'll think about it.

—Can you think about it while I get lost inside you?

—That's going to be a little difficult because I stop thinking when you're inside me.

—Hmm, we'll have to work on that. —he says, moving to my side.

—On what?

—On you thinking while I slowly slide inside you and make you scream with pleasure.

—Does that sound like a new lesson? —I raise an eyebrow.

—I thought you didn't want any more lessons? —he asks pulling away from me and getting up from the bed.

—I wouldn't mind a lesson or two to learn more.

—So what do you say? —I watch him begin to take off the gray T-shirt he's wearing, leaving his torso bare.

I stare at his impressive physique. The tattoo that goes from his chest to his shoulder. The perfectly sculpted abs, and that v that disappears into the waistband of the pants he wears and hangs from his hips. I watch him slide his thumbs inside the elastic and feel my whole body from the waist down convulse.

—Well? —he asks me, suddenly releasing the elastic and making me look away and look him in the eyes.

—Hum? —I come back to reality.

—Will you let me lose myself in your body?

—You've never asked to do that. —I answer with a smile.

—Right. —he answers with a smile. —Can I ask you something?

I stare at him with a frown.

—It's something important I need to know.

—Go ahead. —right now nothing he asks me scares me.

—How many types of orgasms are there? —I look at him with a raised eyebrow.

And I was afraid of another question.

—Should I answer that?

—I want to know how much knowledge you have. —he says, sitting back down on the bed.

—As I understand it, there are two types of orgasms, vaginal and clitoral. —look at me talking about sex with a man, like an expert.

I bring my hands to my cheeks and feel them burning. And I thought nothing could make me blush anymore. Talking about sex continues to do so. Christian slides his gaze down my face and pushes my hands away, replacing them with his own. He doesn't miss the blush that spreads across them.

—And do you know the difference between one and the other? —this question is already on another level.

—Why so many questions?

—I'm just curious to know if you know the difference.

—I remind you that the only orgasms I've ever had in my life have come from you.

—That means you don't know the difference.

—Is there a difference? Doesn't it feel the same?

—No, it doesn't feel the same.

—And how could you possibly know that? How do you know so much? —I shouldn't have asked that. —You'd better not answer me.

—I won't, I have a better idea. —he says as he pushes me against the mattress and pulls me into a corner with his hot body on top of mine. —Let me prove it to you. —he whispers in my ear as he lifts my shirt and I help him get rid of it.

—You really like practical lessons, don't you? —I ask as my breathing starts to quicken at the touch of his hot mouth on the sensitive skin of my belly.

—I also like the oral lessons. —he smiles against my skin. —But let me enlighten you a little on the subject. —he pauses just before he reaches my sex.

I sit up just enough to see what he's doing between my legs. He has his chin resting just above my pubis as he spreads my legs with his hands and stares at me. I must say I don't like this waiting at all. My sex is throbbing with desire. I need it urgently in any form, though if possible with his member completely inside me.

—Do you intend to meditate on my sex all night? —he just smiles before looking at me and speaking.

—Vaginal orgasm is the one in which the woman reaches orgasm only by stimulating the vagina. —he starts talking as he slides a hand from my leg to my vagina and inserts a finger making me fall back on the bed. — And before you ask, it is practically impossible to achieve it without stimulating the clitoris. —as he says this he moves his finger in circles inside me and my walls begin to squeeze his naughty finger. —However...—he pauses again and pulls his finger out of me.

I sit back up on my elbows in time to see him bring his finger to his lips and suck on it. Christian closes his eyes and moans as he savors my taste on his finger. My whole body shudders with pleasure. I desire him all the more intensely at this moment.

—Delicious. Where was I? Ah, I remembered. However, it is possible to have a clitoral orgasm without vaginal penetration, just by stimulating the clitoris you can reach orgasm. —if I was already turned on before, this conversation is turning me on even more.

It's like having a Wikipedia of sex at your disposal. I don't think there's anything Christian doesn't know. So far he has shown me to be an expert on the subject. And he hasn't let me down at any point. But then curiosity gets the better of me.

—So why I have experienced some orgasms more intense than others? —Christian smiles at me. It's not his normal smile. No. It's the smile he saves for the occasions when he's planning something kinky.

—It depends on how many areas I stimulates you at once. —that's a good answer. —But there are also two more types of orgasms.

—Two more? I don't think I've experienced them. Have l?

—The mixed orgasm and the multiple orgasm. —I have heard of the last one.

—I think I still have a lot to learn. —I see him smile again.

—I think I've shown you all of them. Since we've been together you've had seven mixed orgasms, two of them multiple. Plus two clitoral and one spontaneous. —wow, wow. Someone here is keeping score.

—Spontaneous? —that means what I'm imagining.

—When you came without being touched.

—Ah. —the one from the club.

—The intensity of each depends on how well stimulated you are before penetration, or how well I continues to stimulate you during penetration. —I feel his finger sliding back into my sex and I fall back on the bed. —An extremely intense orgasm, making your sex throb uncontrollably, your body tense up completely, you scream with pleasure without being able to help it, and in the end you collapse in total ecstasy.

—Whew, that sounds exhausting indeed.

—So, what is your favorite orgasm Ana? —he says, stopping all movement through my body.

I don't think I can choose just one. All the ones he's given me I've liked. I sit up briefly to look at him. His eyes are no longer the characteristic blue they always are, his gaze has darkened with desire.

—My favorite orgasm is the one you give me. —I see him smile at my belly.

—Are you ready to try something new then? —he asks as he continues to move his finger in circles over my sex.

—Will it give me an orgasm? —I ask, raising an eyebrow.

—Definitely, maybe a few.

—I'm all yours. —I reply as I drop down on the bed once more.

—I imagine you've never had detailed sexual acts. -He' s going to explain to me everything he's doing to me. -That and talking dirty can turn a person on, if you like being talked to like that. Do you like dirty talk, Ana?

—I don't know, I've never been talked to like that before.

—Hasn't anyone ever talked dirty to you?

—No.

—Then let me enlighten you in the art of dirty, kinky sex.

While Christian loses himself in my body, delighting me with the art of possessing me as only he knows how. He describes everything he does to me, talking to me in a way he's never talked to me before. And despite what I thought, that way of talking turns me on more than it should. He doesn't stop talking at any moment, he doesn't even stop asking me questions, questions related to my pleasure. And I have no choice but to respond to his questions and his demands. In the end he gets away with his purpose. He gets me to think while he loses himself in my body just as he promised. And also just as he had promised, he gave me not just one orgasm, but several. Or was it the same one that went on for as long as he wanted. I don't know.

The instant his sweaty body dropped onto mine, I literally stopped thinking about everything. Was only aware of our heaving breaths and how they were slowly slowing down as Christian clung to my body as if he was afraid of losing me. As if tomorrow he was going to wake up and I wouldn't be by his side. And that was exactly what was going to happen. Because even though that was what I wanted most, I knew that when I woke up tomorrow, he wasn't going to be by my side.