Chapter 9

We walk into his grand master bedroom. I never look away from him, with fear, nervousness, and anticipation rushing through my body. He crawls on to the middle of the bed not letting me go. He gracefully lays my body down. Christian slides off the bed, still looking at me intensely.

"The first time," The first time?! Oh yes! "I'm going to go slow. It will hurt, but I will bring you pleasure. I promise." He fully removes his tie and unbuttons his shirt as he declares what's going to happen. I see his burn scars across his chest, but do not stare, knowing he's still cautious about them. "I'm going to push you, but not too much, and I will be gentle." He removes his pants and boxer briefs, where his cock springs to life. "The second time will be different; a little rougher; a little faster. But the third time will be exactly how I like it." I can't help but stare at his hard and very large cock while he is stroking it with his left hand, unsure how that is going to fit me. "Anastasia?"

"Yes?" I say breathlessly.

"He will fit, I promise."

"Ok." I respond, unsure if what he says is true, but I trust him anyways.

As he stands at the foot of the bed, he commands, "Anastasia, I want you to take off your clothes now." I assumed he was going to do everything. I get off the bed, but he stops me by grabbing my ankle. "No, while you're on the bed. Take off your clothes on my bed." I lay back down, unsure how I'm going to do this in a sexy way. I sit up, unzipping my dress from the back, and slip the top half off. I lay back down, lifting my hips and bend my knees to slip my dress off. I discard the dress next to me. I unclip my bra and lay it also next to me. I lay back on the bed, knees bent and closed, staring at the ceiling completely nervous. "Next time, I want you to look at me." I quickly look at Christian, still showing how unsure I am about my abilities. I didn't realize I never looked at Christian the whole time I took my clothes off. I think I was simply too nervous.

Christian moves on the bed, spreading my legs to him. I feel physically open to him. He is still stroking his impressive cock. I look at him, panting harshly. "Anastasia, you are on birth control, correct?"

I go blank. I know I want to do this, but I'm scared. What if I mess up? What if he doesn't fit? What if it hurts too much? What if he doesn't like having sex with me? You already had oral sex several times. What is the big deal? I know my inner voice is right, but I don't want Christian to be disappointed by my inexperience. "I'm not doing a good job if you have to think this hard."

"Sorry…I mean…yes, I got the shot, a month ago…yeah," I say, feeling like I am going to lose my breath.

"Are you nervous Anastasia?"

"Ummm…no?" I whisper.

"Why are you nervous Ana?" he curiously asks, ignoring my response.

"I don't want to disappoint you," I whisper back.

"Don't worry sweet heart." He lowers his body on top of me, now face to face. "There's no way you can disappoint me." He kisses me, sucking and biting my lower lip, and stroking my tongue with his. He is hovering over me, but his chest still rubs against my harden nipples, arousing me even further as he is slightly moving against me.

He takes one hand, and began to stroke and pinch my right breast. I moan into the kiss at his gesture. I wrap my legs around his thighs, letting him know I'm ready. He scoots down to suck and lick my breast. I moan even louder, as he moves to the other breast giving it equal attention. He lowers his hand further between my legs, feeling how aroused I am. I'm ready for him. I'm completely aroused, and no longer have fear in my body. I want him to take me. I want to fill him inside me. I want to feel connected to him, not just emotionally, but physically. I want all of him.

He sits up and looks down at me, stroking himself again. "You are very wet Anastasia. I think you are ready."

"Yes." I respond breathlessly, but with a lot more confidence. He places his impressive manhood between my folds, stroking back and forth. He is coating himself with my arousal, and every time he rubs against my clit, I moan in pleasure. I thrust my hips towards him, but he places his hand down on my hips to control my movements. He kneels back over me, face to face. I place my hands on his cheeks, looking lovingly back at him. I love this man. I really do, and I'm ready to give myself to him.

He suddenly thrust himself inside me. I gasp at the sudden intrusion. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to embrace the tightness, and slight pain. He is not even fully in! Christian kisses my eyelids, my cheeks, and then my lips. "Breathe Anastasia." I open my eyes to him and release the breath I was holding. He takes my right thigh in his hand and presses my leg further up his body. This opens me up and releases some of the pressure. I lift my other leg a little higher on Christian's body too. He looks back at me, and begins to thrust slowly. The pain has lessens as he is thrusting in me and I began to moan through desperate pants.

"You are so tight, so warm. Fuck you feel good." Christian's thrust are a little faster and a little deeper. I place my hands on his lower back, encouraging him further. I'm feeling pleasure with slight pain, but enjoying the new feeling either way. I squeeze my eyes shut trying to control the overwhelming emotions. "Open your eyes Ana. I want to see you when you come." I do, but can't help the tears that are falling from my cheeks. I'm not crying over the pain, just the strong emotions I'm feeling being physically connected with Christian.

I never thought I would make love. I was always afraid of sex, seeing it as something a man takes, or something a woman gives because she wants something. I never knew about the overwhelming pleasure I'm feeling right now.

Yes! "Yes!" I moan out repeatedly as he picks up his pace further.

He takes his hand away from my thigh, and begins to stroke my clit with his thumb. "Let go Ana." With his final action, I let go, releasing my orgasm and tightening around him more. "Fuck!" he says, a few strokes later as he releases inside me. He relaxes his body on top of me, breathing heavy into my hair. I'm breathless as well, holding tightly onto Christian, enjoying his weight on top of me. "I don't want to move." Christian admits.

"Me either."

"But I have to clean you up." He slowly pulls himself out of me, watching his own movements the whole time. I inadvertently groan with the loss. I don't understand what he means, but I start to feel it. I look down to see his semen drip out of me. I didn't even know he came that much in me. "While that is a beautiful sight, let me clean you up." He took the warm wash cloth he got out of his bathroom and began to clean me. I lay on his bed, opening my legs to him again, unsure what to do with his kindness. I decide to let him take care of me. He grabs my hand, and asks me to come with him. I do without even hesitating.

He walks into his bathroom and into his amazing cave like shower. He starts the water, and it rains down from the ceiling. The water instantly turns warm, and he takes me under the spray. I didn't realize how sweaty and clammy I was until I got under the warm water. The water feels amazing as it falls down my body, which still feels tingly from my recent orgasm. I'm already feeling turned on looking at his hard wet body in front of me.

He grabs his shampoo, placing some in his hands and walks behind me to wash my hair. The washing/massage feels amazing. He rinses my hair and massages my scalp with conditioner. He takes the liquid soap, and scrub his hands, soaping them in the process. He goes behind me and massages my shoulders, cleaning me in the process. He does this all over my body, except for where I want him the most.

He stands up, done washing my calves and feet. He looks at me, knowing I want him to touch me by my desperate look. He takes the soap and lather his hands again, never looking away. He walks closes to me, and I walk back, placing me against the shower wall. He has a predatory look, and I know our second time is going to happen soon. He places his soapy hand and lowers his hand to my vagina. He takes two of his fingers and strokes my folds. I moan and begin to pant as my orgasm builds again. I press my body further on the wall, afraid my weak legs are going to collapse. He kisses my lips, cheeks, and then neck, as he strokes me faster. I breathlessly moan, and enjoy the orgasm that is building in me for the third time tonight.

He abruptly stops, but quickly lifts me so my legs are wrapped around him and I am over his manhood. I wrap my arms around him, never looking away. He suddenly inserts himself inside me, and I wrap my arms around him tighter, desperately holding on. He thrusts a lot faster, as he leans me gains the shower wall. While there is still a little pain and pressure, the pleasure overwhelms me and I feel the passion. I am bouncing on him, as he roughly grabs my hips, so I can thrust against him. I moan loudly at this point, as my orgasm rushes throughout my body. I lean my head back, vibrating against him. A few thrust later, he comes right after me. Once again, I collapse breathlessly around him. He doesn't let me go, as he catches his own breath.

With one hand, he turns off the water, and walks us out of the shower cave. He pulls out of me, and places me down on my weak legs. He helps me sit on one of his cushy bathroom chairs, and gets a few plush white towel. As I look at myself in the vanity mirror, I look completely dazed, after our amazing love making session or sessions.

He places one towel over his lower body, and wraps a towel around my hair. He dries my entire body, almost eliciting more pleasure, when he was drying my lower half. I was too tired to protest when he didn't take it any further. He dries off my hair as much as possible, and then combs it. We have not spoken through this entire ordeal, probably not wanting to ruin the moment. I know, I do not. When he finishes combing my hair, he impressively braids my hair down my back. I realize I was naked the whole time, not even having a towel wrapped around me. I'm not even a little uncomfortable.

When he's done, he picks me up, and carries me bridal style, still completely naked to him. He places me on the bed, and untucks the covers, so I can get under them. He removes the top blanket, with our sweat and arousal soaking them, and throws it on the floor. While I'm getting comfortable, he comes back with another large comforter, placing it over me. He releases his towel, and then goes under the cover, laying right next to me face to face.

At this point, I cannot help to ask a question, hoping it doesn't ruin the moment, "Why did you do all that Christian?" I finally asks, not understanding what happened.

"I want our first time to be perfect. I never had anyone sleep in my bed. I never made love. This is all new to me as well Ana." I'm not surprised, considering his own intimacy issues. "Also…because you are mine Ana, and I take care of what's mine."

"Thank you." His possessive comment doesn't scare me. He says he struggles to love me, to love anyone, but once again, he shows me he does in the most romantic way. I would rather have that then an empty declaration. Christian does show he loves me.

~oOo~

I wake up from a deep sleep hearing a faint sound of music. When I turn in the bed, I realize Christian is not in it. I reach my arm for him, feeling the bed is still warm. He must not been gone too long.

I get out a bed, wrapping the white sheet off of Christian's bed around my body. As I open the bedroom door, I hear the somber piano playing a little bit louder. I head down the stairs, walking into the great room to see Christian playing the piano with only his boxer briefs on. I don't know much about piano music, but am familiar with the classics. I'm pretty sure he is playing Beethoven, Moonlight Sonata. It's a beautiful, intense, sad song.

As I approach him, I accidentally run into the coffee table, and he abruptly stops and turns around to investigate the noise. "I'm sorry. Please…keep playing." He smirks, and return to the piano keys, playing the somber song again. I'm entrance by his playing. It feels so emotional. He eventually ends the song, resting his hands on the keys.

"Are you ok?" I cautiously asks.

He turns to me, giving me his winning smirk. "More than ok. I'm great."

"I wasn't sure. The song sounds so sad. I wasn't sure if something was wrong." I whisper those last words.

He looks at me concerned and reaches his hand out for me. I grab it, sitting closely next to him on the piano seat. "Nothing is wrong. Seriously Ana, I'm doing great. For me, that song is really powerful. I feel strong when I play Beethoven." He moves my hair, to kiss my bare shoulder. "It took me a year to figure that song out when I had my piano lessons as a teenager. I practically smashed the keys when my instructor told me I was playing it too fast or slow." He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me even closer. I wrap my arms around his neck, forgetting about the sheet wrapped around me.

"When I finally figured out how to play it, straight through without any mistakes, I felt powerful, liked I accomplish something that seemed so out of reach. I still do." I brush my hand through his hair, in awe of the man next to me. He truly inspires me. In one way, I understand how he feels. Tonight, I was able to conquer my fear of intimacy, feeling powerful too, after much practice. "How are you Ana?"

"I'm really good," I said bashfully. "A little sore, but it doesn't hurt."

"Good because I know something else that will make me feel powerful."

"What?"

"Making love to you again." He then lifts me, which allows the sheet to fall on the floor. I wrap my arms and legs around him, and he carries me upstairs to his bed, and we made love, a third time, just like he promised. And I. couldn't. get. enough.