Chapter 8
After smashing the windows of my car, he suddenly turns, looking around, probably for me. I quickly go to the elevators, pressing the up button desperately, willing the elevator to open.
"Anastasia! Come here!" He yells. How the hell does he know my name?! That bitch troll must have told him. Let's get out of here before nut job takes the bat to you."Come here, Anastasia!" He is standing there demanding me to go to him. Like I am actually going to walk to my death. The elevator finally opens, and I get in, but the young man starts to run towards me. "COME BACK HERE!"
I am trying to get out of here until I hear a car driving fiercely into the garage. It is a black Audi SUV, and the driver rushes right in front of the young man, almost hitting him. Taylor! He jumps out of the car and takes down the young man with a fierce tackle that would make a football player shudder. Taylor restrains the man using a zip tag to tie his hands behind his back. Taylor has a knee on his back, keeping him securely on the ground. The scary part is the young man doesn't say anything, almost completely relaxed.
"Ana!?" Taylor calls out. I rush out the elevator and over to Taylor. He sees me and quickly asks, "Are you ok?"
"Yeah, now that you are here. Are you ok?"
"I'm fine. Did you call the police?"
"Yes, they are on their way, but I don't know when." I nervously say, frantically looking around, unsure whether to let Taylor know about how I know this man. He should know before the cops come in. He can help me figure out how I should handle this situation. "Taylor, can I speak to you real quick before they come?"
"Of course Ana." He gets up off the man, stepping on his back harshly. The young man doesn't even groan in pain. "Don't move." He says in a quite intimidating voice. He zips ties his ankles together as well, making it impossible to run away. He walks over back to the elevators, never looking away from the man. I follow him, staring at the man as well. Once we reach the elevator, he asks me with a calmness to his voice, "What's wrong?"
"I saw that man earlier, at the clothes store, with Elena Lincoln." I spit out quickly. "What should I do? Should I tell the cops about this?" Taylor turns to me unsure what to say. He knows about Christian and Elena complicated relationship. So he knows how delicate the situation is. He looks back at the man, staring daggers at him. He contemplates his answer thoughtfully, but once we hear sirens nearby, Taylor quickly makes his decision.
"Only tell them what you saw in the parking garage. If they ask if you ever have seen him before, tell them you are not sure. Let the police take care of this guy. We will handle the rest." I take his advice, and not say anything more than necessary.
The police park next to Taylor's car and begin to access the situation. The two cops grab the man off the ground and drag him to the car. He does not say anything, bowing his head. One cop approaches me, introducing himself and begins to ask me questions about what happened. I quickly realize the second cop is talking to Taylor near his SUV, virtually separating us. I tell him everything that happened, exactly how I saw it.
"And Ms. Steele, do you know why he damaged your car?" The cop asks, taking notes while I recall what happened.
"I do not know," I said mostly honestly. "I was here to see my boyfriend, and he came out of nowhere." Which is completely true.
"Ok, Ms. Steele. We will be in contact with you about charging the assailant. Here is my card if you have any questions." I take his card, and the cop goes back into his car. As they drive away, the strange man is staring blankly at me. I don't understand him at all. I realize I am desperately grabbing my purse and night bag hanging on my shoulders, so I decide to relax. It's finally over. For now.
~oOo~
"Yes, Mr. Grey...Of course Mr. Grey." Taylor and I are still standing in the parking garage. Taylor called Christian, and it sounds like he is getting chewed out. I can hear him on the phone. Taylor remains calm though.
The call is over, and I am surprised Christian didn't want to talk to me. He probably still busy with his meeting. "I hope you didn't get in trouble." I cautiously say while we head towards the elevator.
"Of course not Ana. But, I don't think the security at Escala will be having a job by the end of the day." Taylor informs me.
We enter the elevator and Taylor enters the code for the penthouse. "I guess they should have come."
"You should not have been alone Ana."
"But you came." Thank god. We would have been left bloody in a parking garage otherwise. "Thank you, Taylor," I whisper, trying not to cry.
"Of course Ana, you can call me anytime." I wipe away any tears before they fall. The doors slowly open to the penthouse. Taylor turns to me before I see Christian's home. "But I think its necessary for you to have your own personal security."
"I think you're right." I would normally argue about needing security, but after tonight, I really want to be safe. I don't know what Elena is willing to do. And there is also Stephen Morton. I haven't told Christian yet, but next year, he should be released from prison. He served his time, and he will be registered as a sex offender. I will have to tell Christian, but that is another day.
"I will have one of my best men start before you go to New York," Taylor says, as we walk into Christian penthouse. I try to pay attention, but I'm too mesmerized by Christian's home. "I will let you and Christian know tomorrow."
"Uh huh." Taylor can do whatever because at this point I am absolutely astonished by Christian's penthouse.
I stare mouth open, at the living room with floor to very high ceiling windows that provide the best view of Downtown Seattle I have ever seen. He has wood floors throughout the penthouse, but in the living room, a large cozy looking rug covers the floor. There is a long couch that I want to snuggle myself into. There are also two large comfy chairs, with a large ottoman and glass coffee table. Hanging in the living room is a modern silver chandelier that looks like it was specifically made for this home. There also looks to be a movie screen that can be lowered in front of the windows, but I am not sure since it's not down. In one corner, near the windows, there is a beautiful black grand piano. I know Christian plays. I hope he shows me one night.
"Ms. Steele?" I didn't realize Taylor was talking to me, but he is offering his hand trying to take my bags.
"Oh, I'm sorry." I give him my bags, still staring out to the living room.
"I will put these in Mr. Grey's bedroom. If you need anything, Ms. Jones is currently making dinner in the kitchen."
I finally turn to Taylor, realizing he is not staying. "Are you leaving?" I ask nervously, all of the sudden feeling unsafe.
"Yes, Ana. I will be heading back to GEH." Fear takes over me. "No need to worry. No one will be allowed to come into the penthouse. Reynolds, the personal security guard for the house, will be guarding you and Ms. Jones. You can call him on this phone if you need him." He points to a phone attached to the wall in the hallway. "Ms. Jones will also know how to contact him if necessary." I see an older beautiful blonde hair woman walk in from the hallway. Taylor turns to introduce her. "This is Ms. Gail Jones, the house manager." I go to shake her hand, but first, I take off my heels. Gale looks at me with an amused smirk.
"Sorry, I don't want to mess up the floor. And my name is Ana Steele." I say as I am shaking her hand. "Nice to meet you."
She has such a genuine smile, I can't help but return it. "Lovely to meet you, Ms. Steele. I have heard many good things from Mr. Grey."
"Really? And please, call me Ana." Gale looks towards Taylor, who shakes his head in agreement. "Taylor knows, I will not answer any other way."
"Of course, Ana."
"I will take your bags to the bedroom." Taylor walks up the stairs to the bedroom.
"Please Ana, make yourself comfortable." Gale says showing me to the living room. "Mr. Grey wanted to make sure you feel at home."
"Sorry to be hesitant. This place is so incredible, I can't help but want to explore."
"Mr. Grey has been renovating this place with Mr. Elliot Grey for several months now."
"Really? Why?"
"Oh…well…you should ask him. I remember him saying he wanted to make it more… comfortable; more like a home." I can't even imagine what the place looked like before. It's amazing now. "He even renovated Taylor and I's condo."
"Condo? Do you share one?"
"Oh, yes…we do. Taylor and I are together, but I promise you, we keep it professional."
"How cute." I can't help but be happy. I didn't know Taylor was with anyone, but he deserves happiness. "You don't have to worry about being professional with me. Pretty sure Christian wants you to be professional, so you should obviously listen to him. But don't feel the need to do that around me." She nods her head in agreement.
"I will be getting back to dinner. Do you need anything Ana?"
"No, I'm good, but can I see the kitchen?"
"Of course." I walk into the kitchen behind Gale, but my phone rings. I take it out of my purse, and check the caller id. It's Christian.
"I have to take this Gale. It's Christian."
"Of course, I will be in the kitchen cooking dinner."
"Christian! I LOVE YOUR PLACE! IT. IS. AMAZING!"
"Ana, wait, what?"
"I'm in your home, and it is absolutely incredible! Just so you know, I'm going to explore this place. First, the kitchen because I bet it is a chef's dream!"
"So...you are ok?"
"Yes of course. Why?" Then I remembered what just happened. "Oh, yes Christian, I'm fine. Taylor practically saved me. But I'm ok."
Christian asked me several questions, concern filled in his voice, "What happened? Who did this? Are you really okay?"
"I'm really ok, more than ok Christian, now that I am in your amazing home. Please calm down." He takes a breath, sounding relieved at the moment. "I will tell you everything when you get here, but I do think Elena is behind this."
"Why would you think that?"
"I saw her earlier today at Neiman Marcus, when Kate and I were shopping. We had an…altercation."
"Did she say something to you?"
"It was what she said about you. It made me so angry! I had to say something."
"Ana, you don't have to defend me when it comes to her."
"Christian, you don't understand, the things she said was an actual betrayal towards you. She is nothing but trouble."
"What did she say?" I don't want to tell him over the phone, but I know it will drive him crazy if I don't tell him.
"I will tell you the whole story when you get here, but she said she taught you how to have sex, or specifically, fuck like a god."
"Fuck, Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" Christian is yelling through the phone. I have to briefly move the phone away from my ears because he is cursing so loud. "She said that in the store?!" I shake my head acting like he can see me. "I swear to god the moment I see her, I am going to choke the shit out of her."
"Christian, please calm down. I promise, I will tell you everything when you get here."
"Ok, Ana. I am sorry-"
"Don't apologize for her, ever!" This is not Christian's fault. "Finish work and come home."
"I will sweetheart. I should be done in a half an hour."
"Take your time, I plan to explore your penthouse." I giggle at my excitement to be in such a fantastic house.
"Of course, you can go wherever you want. And Ana?"
"Yes?"
"The code for the playroom is 823996. I would like you to take a look when you get a chance."
"I will think about it," absolutely shocked by his words. He wants me to look at his playroom, to hopefully use it.
"Is something wrong Ana?"
"No, I don't think I am ready to see it without you."
"Why not?" He gently ask.
"I know I'm going to have a hundred questions, and I don't want to freak out, getting the wrong impression of the room. I want you to be there, helping me understand along the way." I finally admit why I'm really hesitant to see the playroom. "I'm still new at all this christian"
"I know. I am sorry to push you, but if you want to look at the room, you can. I want to be open to you."
"I know, and thank you for that."
"I will see you soon. Make yourself comfortable."
"I will. See you soon." We end our phone call after that. Should you actually see the playroom? I don't think so. I don't want you to go running off because you see something weird, like whips and chains. No way. I want Christian by my side through all of this. So I wait. Until then, let's explore the penthouse/billionaire man castle! I first go into the kitchen to meet with Gale.
Entering the kitchen, my awe of the design continues. The design of the kitchen is black cabinets with white granite countertops. The kitchen is fully stocked for a professional chef, with multiple ovens, extra-large stove top and refrigerator, and a large island that seats at least four people comfortably.
"You must be an amazing chef if you get to work at a kitchen like this," I tell Gale, as I sit at the island.
"I don't think I am, but I do love to cook, and Mr. Grey likes to make sure I have everything I need." Gale goes to the oven to take out an absolutely delicious smelling chicken roast. "You are a chef though, correct?"
"Yes, I am. I create the menus for my company. I love to cook. I went to Le Cordon Bleu Seattle to learn."
"Where did you get your love from?" Gale asks as she begins to mash the roasted potatoes for dinner.
"To be honest, from my mother, who was a terrible cook. She reheated frozen meals or bought fast food. She did date a chef for a few months, where he showed me how to make some basic food. But otherwise, I never really had any inspiration. All I wanted was to eat good food."
Gale nods her head in understanding, as she is seasoning the mashed potatoes. "Your mother must be so proud of you. Taylor and I went to AMC for a date night, and we absolutely loved it. I loved your Mozzarella grilled cheese sandwich and cobb salad. It was absolutely perfect. Taylor promises me we are going to go again when you all get back from New York."
"Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed your experience."
I don't respond to Gale's comments about my mother. I don't call her because our conversations are one-sided, only talking about herself, and it feels like she sucks the life out of me. She only calls me when something bad happens. I don't need to think about her, I don't really consider her family anyways. "Going to look around now."
"Ok Ana, let me know if you need anything."
"I will, thanks, Gale." I walk out of the kitchen, kind of sad, thinking about my mother. But I don't want to think about her; not here.
I perk back up, excited to go exploring.
I start with the rooms downstairs. There are a couple of guest bedrooms that are decorated like a high-class hotel room. They look absolutely perfect. There is one room that is locked. I assume it is Christian's office, so I don't bother trying to get in. No need to invade his personal space if he doesn't want anyone there.
I continue down the hallway and enter the last room on the left to see the best home library. There are two levels, the lower level has white couches on all three walls. There are a few small windows to let in natural light. On the open upper level are where all his books are organized in black bookcases. In the middle is a round paper chandelier. I can see someone staying in this room for hours. I will have to consider that when I stay over longer. The library is at the end of the hallway. So I head upstairs.
More guest bedrooms are upstairs, and at the end of the hallway are two bedrooms, both with closed doors. One has a code lock on the door knob. That must be the sex room. So I move on.
I decide to go into the other bedroom, which is Christian's master bedroom. The bedroom is large, with a king size bed on one side facing the windows that look out to the balcony and space needle. The balcony wraps on the other side of the room. I want to lay out on the king sized bed, but I feel awkward, since it is perfectly made. I head out to the balcony instead.
The balcony has a fire pit with outdoor couches surrounding it. A hardcover awning covers the balcony, which makes it perfect for rainy days. There are also a few large trees to offer shade. We could spend a couple late nights out here. Making yourself comfortable Ana? I might be.
I head to the master bathroom, where I first see the giant soak-in tub with jets. I notice the cave like shower next to it, which has shower heads on both walls and the ceiling. It is absolutely luxurious.
I go to his closet, which is connected through the bathroom. He has all his suits organized perfectly by color and style. He has a giant mirror to stare at his beautiful body.
I look at myself in the mirror; really see myself. My hair is a little messier than before, but I still look good. For a long time, I felt like Christian was out of my league, like he would never want someone like me. But, I was wrong. I do fit with Christian. He may have expensive taste, but he also likes to be comfortable. I help him be comfortable. I smile at my realization, and wink at myself as I walk out of the closet.
I leave the bedroom, and head back downstairs, to the 'basement' level of the penthouse. Yep, this penthouse has three floors. Of course! The life of a multi-billionaire.
I immediately see the cinema sign. He has a movie room! I run into the room like an excited school girl. He has a modern fireplace on one side of the wall, and an extra-large, extra soft sectional that could seat several people or you can spread out like a bed. Against the main wall is the projection screen. He doesn't have DVDs stacked anywhere, but he probably has all his movies downloaded.
I only have a couple of more rooms left to explore. This is already a dream home with the movie room. I can't imagine how he could make it better.
I go to a room across from the movie room, which is the game room. This is not a child's game room though. The room is set up like a private a casino. There is a pool table, poker table, shuffle board, dart board and bar facing a flat screen television, most likely to watch sports games. This looks like a fun room.
I go to the last room on the basement level. I walk in to see...a pool! There's a pool! Christian has a pool! That's it! We are not leaving! Christian has an indoor lap pool filled with crystal clear water. Windows surround the pool, providing a great view of Seattle. I want to jump in. Keep it classy Ana, but me too! I approach the edge of the pool dipping my toes in.
"As much as I want to see you dripping wet, we still have dinner and a conversation to be had." I quickly turn to see a once stressed out Christian Grey in a perfect fitting dark grey suit and loose tie. His hair is disheveled like he has been pulling at it all day, but he looks content now that he's finally home. "You look absolutely breathtaking." I believe him, seeing that he is aroused.
I rush to him, walking straight into his arms. He returns my embrace, hugging me tightly, sinking his head into the nape of my neck. He releases a deep breath like he has been holding it all day. His whole body relaxes in my embrace.
"You look like you had a rough day." I gently rub his scalp. His response is to moan. "I will take that as a yes." He lifts his head looking directly at me, giving me his sexy grin.
"I had one hell of a day, but it was nothing compared to yours."
"Oh, mine? It was nothing; only dealing with a few crazy people. Nothing out of the ordinary." I playfully chuckle, but Christian doesn't laugh at my silly comments.
"If something happened to you-"
"But nothing did. I stood up to Elena. You gave me an amazing wardrobe. Taylor came to my rescue, which by the way, you should probably give him a raise." I gently rub his cheek, hoping to lessen his worry. "No scratches, bruises or even a mark. The worst that came out of it was my beautiful new car is damaged."
"You will have a new one brought here tomorrow afternoon."
"Perfect. See, everything's alright."
"Nothing is alright." Christian leaves my embrace beginning to pace along the lap pool. He is rubbing his head, messing the hair I fixed. "I cannot believe Elena would say that…do that to you. She is trying to drive you away."
"And it didn't work. Nothing she does will work." Christian abruptly stop his pacing to look at me, searching to see if I'm telling the truth. This is a good time. Tell him you love him. I can't, not yet. "Please Christian. Come with me. Let's have dinner, and I will tell you everything." I reach out hoping he will grab my hand.
"Let's have dinner." And he takes it.
~oOo~
"Even though I don't want you to defend me, thank you," Christian tells me while kissing my knuckles.
"Of course Christian, I will always have your back."
We finished the lovely chicken roast Gale made, with a side of mash potatoes and roasted vegetables. We already drank a couple of glasses of red wine as I tell him about today's events, and how I think Elena setup the man, his name we know as Scott Bailey, to vandalize my car.
Taylor already told Christian charges will be pressed against him for vandalization and threatening to cause bodily harm. The cops are using Taylor and mine's statements, as well as the surveillance tape recorded in the parking garage. Who knows how much time Scott will get, but it doesn't really matter; it was Elena who orchestrated everything. I know she did, based on how he was acting.
"Do you think Scott was one of Elena's submissive?"
"There is an excellent chance. I'm getting Welch to look into their relationship. The way he was acting makes me believe he is."
Mr. Welch is the head of GEH's business security. He makes sure all the business acquired are safe, secure companies. Many businesses will end up doing illegal activity when they become desperate. Mr. Welch finds all that out before any business is acquired. He was able to find out about Stephen Morton when GEH was investing into AMC. At first, I thought it was an invasion of privacy, but now I understand, Christian needs to know what kind of business he is getting into before it can ruin his reputation or bring down GEH. Whelce doesn't tell him the details unless it is absolutely necessary. I don't know Mr. Whelch's first name, and I think he likes to keep it that way.
I get up to put the empty dishes into the kitchen sink. Christian follows me with the bottle of wine and two empty glasses. "You might want to keep the bottle of wine and glasses for what I am about to tell you now."
"Fuck. Should I get something stronger?" Christen asked, looking completely exhausted.
"I don't think so. I want you to be clear-headed for what I'm about to say." We walk to the living room, sitting in the middle of the lovely beige couch. Christian pours red wine in the first glass half full and hands it to me. He pours the second glass completely full, emptying the bottle. I don't know if this is the best time to tell Christian this, considering he had such a long bad day.
On top of what happened to me, he had a business try to ask for more money to sell their business, after already verbally agreeing to a settlement. They caught wind of how successful AMC is making Christian; he already has earned a few million dollars for his small investment into my company and next summer is going to at least triple our earnings. The owner felt like GEH could spend a little more on his company since he thought his company had expansion potential. That was absolutely ridiculous considering he tempted to expand and failed. It didn't matter, the owner wanted more money, and Christian wasn't willing to give in. The deal fell through. It's not the first deal to fall through or the last, but I can tell Christian hates to lose deals no matter what.
"What else would you like to tell me, Ana." I take a deep breath and a large sip of wine, getting ready to tell Christian what I think he should do with Elena.
"I think you should tell your family about Elena and your past"
"No." Christian immediately gets up to pace the living room. There goes his hair again, completely disheveled by his touch.
"I'm not finished."
"There is nothing more to say in the matter."
"Hear me out."
"Ana, I can't."
"Yes, you can. With the whole thing about Elena coming on to Elliot, he obviously knows something is up."
"He knows nothing! We don't know if Elliot is telling the truth. He likes to joke. He jokes around all the time. And Elena told me I was her only…partner at the time. She wouldn't try to seduce Elliot."
"I don't' think he would tell Kate something like that as a joke. They love each other. He was revealing something about his own past."
"Ana, if I tell my family…" Christian cannot seem to finish his sentence. He stops pacing and walks to his wine glass to completely down it. I don't know why he seems anxious, unless…
"Do you think your mother won't believe you?"
"Yes…No….I don't know."
"Do you think she will take her side?"
"Maybe."
"Christian, she loves you. She'll believe you."
"You don't understand Ana; I was such a fuck up when I was a teenager." Christian begins to calm down, sitting next to me once again. "I was such a terrible kid. I drove my parents crazy. When Elena came to…help me, they saw the positive changes. They thanked her profusely. They think Elena was the one that saved me, at least that's what my mother thinks…until you came."
"Wait, what?" This is love sweetheart.
"I talk to my mom more frequently after the Coping-Together event. She talks about you all the time. How I act with you. How I've changed; become more relaxed and open. She loves when you come to Sunday dinners. She actually invited us again for next Sunday, after we come back from New York."
"Tell her I would love to go." I started going to the Grey's Sunday dinners after the Coping-Together fundraiser. They have them once a month when everyone is available. I enjoy going, feeling like I'm a part of a family again. Kate goes as well.
Elena has also come to one family dinner, invited by Grace because she thought she was lonely Her 'husband' was out on a business trip. Their marriage is a complete sham. No way she actually has a husband. Elena and Grace hang out quite often, which is why Christian needs to tell Grace. He already disconnects from her financially. He needs to disconnect from her personally as well to truly be free from her. The only way he can do that is if he tells his family.
"You can tell them after Sunday dinner," I suggest.
Christian is about to get up again, ready to argue with me, "Ana, I-"
"Listen to me for one minute." I pull Christian back down to the couch next to me. "I need you not to interrupt me, even though you are going to want to."
"I promise."
"I…" Say it, Ana! Take a chance! "I love you." Christian immediately looks at me shocked. I don't know why; I have been in love with him since we started talking on the phone. "And I don't want you to say it back, not till you're ready." Christian looks down into his lap ashamed. Probably because he couldn't tell me he loves me. How could he when Elena taught him love doesn't exist, not for people like him and her, whatever that means. "And I don't think you will be ready until you are free from Elena. Free from her affecting your thoughts and feelings.
"You think Elena wouldn't seduce Elliot, but she's shellfish, taking advantage of young men at every chance she gets. You think Grace is going to take her side, but the love Grace has for you, her child is much greater than any friendship she has with Elena. You thought she could scare me away today. There is no way she would drive me away from you. I love you, with all my heart, and not because you invested in my company, or because we are good friends, or because the orgasms you give me makes me cry of happiness." He chuckles at that remark, giving me the first genuine smile of the night. "I love you for who you are, and the great man you have become. I have become a more confident and better person with you. Now I want to help you do the same. I love you."
Christian looks at me with what I hope to be love in his eyes. He kisses me passionately, taking my breath away. I wrap my arms around his neck careful, not to touch his sensitive areas.
We began to make out, his tongue asking for entrance into my mouth. I allow him, deepening the kiss. He moves his hand gracefully down my neck, to the side of my chest, stroking my breast with his thumb briefly brushing over my nipple, down to my lower back. He lowers me down the couch, pressing his very hard cock into my lower half, rubbing against where I want him the most. His wandering hand reaches my thigh on the side of the slit of the dress. He reaches up my dress, easily reaching my black lace panties to rip them off.
I immediately gasp at his action, causing him to stop the make-out session. He gives me a very amused look. He kisses my cheek, my neck, my cleavage, burying his face between my plump breast a little, and then my stomach through my dress. His hand trails back up, landing on my breasts to massage them, pinching my nipple through the fabric. He forcefully lifts my leg up, placing it on the back of the couch. I place my other leg down, so my foot touches the floor. I am completely open to him, my dress bunched up around my hips. He looks down at my pussy, with a look of desire, but also surprise.
"You shaved."
"I did. I want to feel all of you, bare." Christian growls in response, with darkened eyes. I am completely stimulated right now by the situation, and quickly remember the advice Kate gave me earlier today. "You make me so wet, Christian."
"Do I sweetheart?"
"Yes, so wet. See." I take my hand and rub my two fingers inside my pussy. Christian is watching me intensely. My arousal covers the tips of my fingers, and I show him. He looks at my fingers than me. He grabs my hand and put my two fingers in his mouth, slowly sucking them clean. I whimper at his action.
"Taste so good, but I want more." He bends down and takes one long lick of my pussy. We moan at the same time. "So good. Makes me so fucking hard." Christian continues his licking, treating me like I'm the dessert after a great meal. "I can't get enough of you Ana." He begins to lick and nibble at the folds of my pussy. I begin to pant desperately, feeling the orgasm overtake my body. He has not focused on the place that will make me come undone, not yet. But I want to encourage him. I want to show him I can be good sexually.
Usually, I'm not a loud lover. I pant and quietly moan, almost like I'm afraid to get caught. But tonight, I want to be more vocal.
"Christian, please, make me come." Christian quickly stops, looking surprised at my words. I groan out of frustration, not wanting him to stop. "Don't stop, make me come, Christian, please." I start to beg, rubbing his head, hoping he will respond to me.
"How do you want me to make you come, Ana?"
"With your mouth." I pant. "And your tongue."
"I aim to please sweetheart." He continues sucking and nipping my pussy, focusing on my clit this time. I don't last very long after he sucks my clit and gives it another good lick. I come, grabbing the couch cushions so hard, I'm afraid I will tear them. My head is thrown back, and my back is arched, pressing my breast into his hand. He groups my breast tightly, adding to the sensation. He continues to lick me through my orgasm, cleaning up my arousal. I'm left breathless, with my eyes slightly closed. I feel amazing.
Christian looks pleased with himself as he begins to stand up. "Beautiful," he says as he looks at my body, with my legs spread for him. Christian is fully aroused, with his hard cock wanting to be released from the confines of his slacks. I take the leap of faith again, taking charge briefly, telling him what I want him to do next.
"I want you to fuck me Christian, hard." Opening my legs further bending my knees to my chest.
"No sweetheart." I immediately close my legs, embarrassed by his response. Did I say that incorrectly? Was I too forward? Did I sound like a slut? No! This is what he wants. This has to be what he wants. His cock is begging for it. Say it again. I am too embarrassed to say anything until Christian abruptly picks me up bridal style. I quickly cover up my surprise by wrapping my around his neck and dipping my face into the crook of his neck.
"I really want to make love to you Ana. Please come to bed."
And so, I do.
