The door is open as he holds out his hand allowing me to walk into the room first. There is a huge black set of doors that look like they would be for a wardrobe on the wall opposite me. There is a set of double doors towards the corner. I can only assume is an on suite bathroom. The bed catches my eye next. It's enormous, easily bigger than a king size with soft white sheets covering the bed. A four poster bed made out of solid wood painted black with a canopy of black lace tied at the corners. It looks so comfortable and I can't wait to be on the bed with him. There are low lights all round the room behind a black railing toward the ceiling on the wall. It gives the room A sensual ambiance as the light reflects off the white ceiling and walls. The far wall is one large window looking out onto the San Diego skyline too.
I hear a click behind me and watch as two white curtains slowly move across the window shutting us off from the outside world. I'm finally in Christian Grey's bedroom. I turn to look at him as he is standing in the doorway. He has been admiring me the whole time I was looking at his room. I see his watch, wallet and keys all on the counter next to the door. He steps forward and my breath catches in my throat. I want this so badly. I want this more than anything in the world.
His hot sexual gaze is burning into my body as he kneels down in front of me. I close my eyes waiting for the feel of his touch. When it doesn't come I open my eyes to see him removing his second sock. His shoes on the floor next to him and he throws his socks back onto a seat in the corner. His bare feet on the cream coloured rug look so inviting. I no longer want to be in Kate's heels. I want my bare feet on the rug like him.
He doesn't give me a chance. As his body is thrown against mine. His hands slipping around my waist as I lift my head towards his. Those powerful, sensual lips of his pushing down on my own. I give into him, to the kiss moaning out in pleasure. As my hands reach out and slide over the leather jacket. With my mouth open I feel him slide his tongue inside. He is molding my body to his will as I feel the bed frame behind me. His lips slowly and tentatively stop our kiss. As I open my eyes he is staring at me.
"Are you sure?" He moans softly.
"Yes." It was the only word that will ever of come out of my mouth.
There is a sigh of relief that slips from between his lips. I see his eyes open, oh lord that gaze. It's so hot it could melt metal. His hands are still wrapped around my waist as I feel them both agonizingly slowly trail up the base of my spine and onto my lower back. Both his hands find the zipper of my dress. The whole room is silent as the only noise is the zipper being lowered. As I feel the dress coming open at the back, cool air rushes onto my bare skin. The sound stops and his lips claim my own again. This time both of his hands cup my face. This kiss is more slow and passionate. His fingers trail down from my face brushing against my hair and over onto my shoulders pushing at my dress straps.
Suddenly my whole body feels free. I feel his kiss end and he looks down at me. My dress is now pooled around my ankles and I stand there in the red and black lingerie. His hands on my waist as he lifts me up and places me down on the bed. He steps back to gaze upon me. I lay there wanting him closer, needing him on me and inside me. My breasts pushed up tightly inside the bra inviting him to join me. While my bare cheeks on his bed tell me the covers are the softest blankets I have ever felt thanks to the thong. He must know how he makes me feel as he moves round to the side of the bed.
Sitting next to me leaning over my body, he moves forward offering another kiss. I close my eyes in anticipation but nothing. Instead, I feel both his hands against my shoulders. The pads of his fingertips running down over onto my cleavage-enhancing bra. I feel his fingers find my nipples over the material and rub them softly. I let out a faint moan which seems to increase his pace. He pulls each of the shoulder straps off my arms. His mouth moves down kissing against the top half of my breasts. Damn this feels so incredibly sexy. He kisses one breast and then matches his kisses on the other. His lips moving lower to the front of the bra. I feel his teeth graze against my skin as he bites down and tugs the bra down hard.
The move pops both of my breasts out the top as he releases the bra making it push under them as the frame of the bra keeps them trussed up. His mouth moves over to my nipple as I feel his hot breath against it. I want him to touch my nipples, please. The caress of his breath makes my right nipple extend and hardened. I try to ask him to touch my nipples with his fingers or tongue when my senses overpower me. He mimics the breathing on my other nipple making it start to harden. His fingers, however, are softly trailing up my legs. In light feather-like touches, stroking my calves up and over my knees and teasingly slowly up my thighs. My whole body is alive with his touch as his fingers slip closer to my core. His touch finally arrives at the top of my thighs and strokes over my thong. Please take me I beg inside my mind wanting some type of release. His hand rests against my stomach as he now has me squirming under his body.
The look in his steel grey eyes is desire and lust as he gazes down upon me. I feel his fingers slip under my thong and push lower. They at last make contact with my clitoris, touching it gently I feel at the same moment his lips come down and caress my nipple. The feeling after the hot breath on my nipples is a torturous joy. My body ripples with pleasure as his fingers make delicate work of teasing and caressing me. My build up has been beginning since our first kiss, hell maybe even our first meeting and now I can feel it building higher with the gentle kiss of lips on my skin and his fingers. I try to work out how he is bringing me so fast toward my explosion. It's too much as my mind gives out I cry out loud as my whole body quivers and my explosion tears through me.
I'm panting and laying under his body as he is still fully clothed. His leather jacket rubbing against my bare skin. God that was intense, I lay there as I feel his hand slip under my back and the clasp on my bra comes open. He moves from my side and as he sits up takes hold of my bra pulling it off and dropping it to the floor. He climbs off the bed and turns to face me. God, he looks so damn attractive. Stepping forward he reaches out and grips my thong with both hands and pulls. I arch my back and lift my rear to help him. I can't wait anymore as he slips them off my feet and drops them onto the floor.
I want him now as he steps forward I believe I will get my wish. His hands move up and take a delicate hold of my ankle as he removes one heel before doing the same with the other. I wish I had wore shoes I could have just kicked off, instead he spends agonizing minutes undoing the small buckles and straps of each one. He removes them while I admire him from up close before he steps back. I'm laying completely naked on his soft white bed sheet for his viewing pleasure. As he stands there fully clothed minus his shoes and socks.
I watch him as his movements are slow and seem deliberate as he pulls at the leather jacket dragging it down his arms stretching out his chest. I'm still panting but now for a totally different reason. He removes his jacket and tosses it against the chair in the corner. It looks like my clothes are spread all over the floor while his clothes get put on the same place. Just in his cream top and jeans I wait for him to reach towards his top his hands, however, pull at his jeans button. I gasp as my eyes drink him in. The button opens and he slows his fingers down to a crawl.
Both me and my inner devil stare in silent appreciation of him. His zipper moves down slowly to the bottom and he grips his jeans in both hands. I want to shout at him for making me wait so long. He tugs his jeans down and I get the briefest glimpse of him before he reaches over and steps out of his jeans. Standing up fully at the foot of the bed I see him now in all his glory. His desire is evident as his hand produces a foil packet. Moving around the bed he tears it open with his teeth and rolls the condom carefully over it. I wonder for a second how that is going to fit inside me.
He climbs onto the bed with raging lust in his eyes as he gets above me. I'm in awe of him as I feel his erection pushing against me. Probing at my entrance as I let my legs fall open for him. He starts to sink inside of me and I moan and gasp. This pleasure is so intense I shut my eyes for a moment that is when I feel it, resistance.
I hear him gasp out loud and my eyes shoot open. His gaze has turned from lust and desire to complete and utter shock.
"Please tell me your..." His words trail off like he doesn't want to believe it. Or maybe he doesn't want or can't say it. I blush deeply over my chest and cheeks.
"Yes. I am." His whole body has gone totally stiff above me and he had not moved any deeper inside of me.
I'm stuck in such exquisite pleasure at this moment with him partly inside of me. Please let's not talk. I really don't want to make a big deal out of this. My inner angel is shaking her head at me thinking I should have told him sooner. My inner devil still has her mouth wide open and drooling after seeing his size.
"Jesus Ana why didn't you tell me. I er... Are you sure?" I stare up at him nodding my head. Please push it in deeper, fill me up.
I can see the doubt in his eyes. I begin to worry he might pull out of me and stop this. I have to do something quickly. My inner devil takes control and she has a plan.
I reach up and grab his cream top tightly in my hands and pull him to me fast at the same moment my legs wrap around his rear, pulling him against me. In that one moment, I feel the resistance break and I gasp out biting my lip. He remains still inside of me. As our eyes lock, his grey eyes searching my blue eyes.
"Are you okay?" He asks softly.
"Yes," I say through gritted teeth.
"I will go slow and gentle." He tells me. His hips pull back as my legs loosen their grip on him allowing him to move.
I feel an emptiness of where he was a moment ago and then slowly fills me up again. In and out a soft and sensual rhythm his hips against me making me gasp out. My hands grip his top tighter in the low-lit room as I try to bring my hips up to meet him. His thrusts become stronger holding my hips in place. I moan out just as his lips move down and make a claim on my own lips. His tongue slides out moving over first my bottom lip and then back again over my top lip. The touch makes my blood sing in my veins as my pounding heart feels like it deafening me. I can feel a deep and building tide rising up inside me. His tongue pushes against my mouth trying to gain access, as his hips pump faster making me groan out.
It's the invite that he needs and his tongue is inside my mouth rolling and flicking over my own tongue. My body is rising quickly on the wave and I try to hold off to enjoy the feeling for longer. I can't resist as he fills me so well. His tongue slips away so he can slip his head to my ear. His voice soft, teasing and seductive.
"It's okay. Give it to me." It's too much as the wave crashes over my body I scream out in joy. He moves into me twice more and I hear him moan as he finds his release.
Christian's body stills on top of mine as he holds himself on his arms smiling down at me.
"That was..." I beat him to it. "Incredible." I breathe smiling back at him.
"That's one way to describe it." He smirks at me, a hint of humour in his eyes.
"Oh and how would you describe it?" I ask. His grey eyes on me, letting me sink into them.
"Unforgettable." I blush scarlet. His eyes seem to darken as he looks deeper into me.
"Don't think I will forget that you didn't tell me you were a virgin." The word leaving his mouth as I feel my insides clench. I'm no longer a virgin I think to myself and can't help but smile. I'm still blushing as I lay naked under him.
"It's not something I broadcast on the news. " I smirk back at him as I'm in a playful mood.
"Are you smirking at me?" I look sheepish.
"Maybe." He starts to move off the bed.
"I think I need to teach you a lesson for not telling me about your virginity." He starts to walk almost fully naked across the bedroom towards his wardrobe at the same time his hand pulls the condom off and drops it into a small metal black bin by the drawer with his keys on. I quickly sit up to get a front row seat to watching his rear. Walking away from me. The muscle tone and slight bounce have my heart racing as both me and my inner devil are in union.
"Wait," I call across the room in a voice more confident than my own. Christian turns to face me and I look up at him.
"Again?" I wanted it to be more of a statement, but it came out more like a question.
His serious look turns into more of a deep smoking gaze that buries down deep inside me reaching the place he was moments before. He is facing me and I see his lust for me returning over his face and other parts of his body. He is still wearing the cream top. Maybe I would have found that odd if I didn't want him so badly right now.
This time he steps with purpose towards the bed again. His hand holding another foil packet. Where did he get that from? His jeans are on the floor and he is standing in the middle of the room.
" How did..." A quick smirk flashes across his lips.
"Have I drained your mind so completely Ana. I'm magic remember." I blush crimson as I remember him showing me his magic powers. My mind still stuck in the mind blowing act of what we have just done. He is at the edge of the bed.
"This time I want you to turn over." His voice making me believe I don't have a choice.
I do as he asks turning over so the soft sheets press against my sensitive nipples. I look over my shoulder and see he has slid the condom on already. I'm face down with my head turned to the side. I feel the mattress sink a little as he moves onto the bed with me. He has an unobstructed view of my rear. I'm feeling so exposed to him as I feel his fingers touch the soft part of my heel. Both his hands push against my right heel. Wrapping it up in a blanket of his palms. His fingers softly digging into my muscles on the sole of my foot. I breath heavy as I feel he's like my own personal masseur. His hands release my right foot and move over to my left foot. He is incredible with his hands and I squirm thinking of those hands on the rest of my body. I don't have to wait long.
I feel his right hand release my left foot and take hold of my right ankle. His palms stroke along the backs of my calves gently sliding up onto and over the backs of my knees. I know where his hands are heading and it's teasingly torturous how slow he is going. My body clenches again at the thought of him being inside of me and I also beg out to him to speed up. His fingers moving up onto the backs of my thighs as they curve and hug my legs. Just a little higher I think to myself.
His hands don't end up where I expect them to. His palms cupping my rear end in each hand. His skin feels hot warming my body up as I want to look at him. It's difficult in my current position as my head is pushed sideways into the pillow. His hands move around from my rear and take hold of my hips lifting me up and pulling me back toward him. I push my hands out under my body and rest myself on my hands and knees.
I can feel his erection touching against my thighs as cool air makes it's way to my nipples tightening them more. I look back over my shoulder at the Adonis kneeling behind me and I need him right now. His voice strong and powerful.
"Just like how you fell into my backstage room. I have wanted you in that position ever since." The words seep into my mind filling my thoughts up with our first meeting and if he had just taken what he wanted then.
Somehow I feel I would have let him. The wicked image of me on my hands and knees with him taking me from behind on his dressing room floor springs into my head. I don't need to think of it anymore as now it's about to happen. He takes a firm grip of my hips in both hands as I feel him feed my insides. He sinks fully into me in a stern and sure thrust and stills.
"I'm going to fuck you hard now Ana." I'm so ready for this as my rear touches against his groin. I can feel the material of his top brushing against my hips. I turn my head towards him as I whisper out.
"Why are you wearing your Ohh." My words are cut short as he pulls almost fully out of me and slams back inside me hard.
Spreading my inside in one fast sharp movement. Then he does it again as I moan out. The feeling of him filling me in such a way has me moaning with pleasure on each thrust. I feel his hands release my waist and he is pumping into me with a strong sense of purpose. My rear bumping back against him on each thrust as he seems to be hitting everywhere inside me at once. I feel a strong and deep sensation filling up inside of me. In the corner of my eye, I catch movement and glance over to see his top fall onto the floor. Oh, Christian Grey is deliciously naked right behind me. I go to turn around when I feel his hand grip my hair.
The force pulling my head back so I look straight ahead, it also increases the pressure as it pulls me back onto him tighter. He knows how to take charge and I'm his fully, as his hand snaked around my body and takes hold of my breast gripping it firmly. I'm panting and moaning out with each of his thrusts. My body warns me of the pressure build up and he moans out.
"Just let go." In one deep long breath after he speaks those words to me my body releases the pressure and I'm sent over the edge of a tall building, free falling. I come down, my core constricting around him and he gasps as Christian too finds that release.
An overwhelming sense of exhaustion washes over me as I feel him take hold of my body around my stomach and slowly lower me onto the bed. I'm eternally grateful as my hands and knees couldn't sustain me any longer. All my strength fades away from my body to find a new home. I nuzzle into the pillow as I feel the weight shift off the bed only to return a moment later. Christian slides into the bed next to me I barely notice as I feel the sheets get pulled around me. I close my heavy eyelids and I'm gone.
I lay in bed my eyes closed as I drift in slumber. My hand reaches out beside me to feel for him. My fingers moving further along the mattress. It seems my hand has reached too far. I slowly open my eyes and look over the bed. It's empty apart from me. I can still feel the warmth in the mattress from where he laid. As I blink and open my eyes fully searching the room. Christian is nowhere to be seen.
I look over for a bedside alarm clock only to find there isn't one. How does this man tell the time when he wakes up? My phone I think to myself I can check the time on that. Judging by how dark the room I'm still sure dawn has not yet come. I then remember I left my phone in my purse on the grand piano. I sit up taking hold of the white satin bed sheet and wrap it around me as I stand and head for the door. I pull the door handle back and step into the apartment. It's stunning. The early morning sky seems crisp through the large glass wall as I see buildings still lit and towers than must of been on all night.
I begin to head towards the glass when I remember my phone. I move over to the piano making sure I don't trip on the blanket. I click my purse open and reach inside pulling out my phone. Clicking the button flashes up that it's three fifteen in the morning as I see the picture of me and him in the background. Our hotel lobby picture. I still have not seen him since I fell asleep. I look around the apartment for a source of light to get me any idea where he is. There is nothing. Where has he gone? Would he leave me in his apartment alone? I hear the faint scrap of something from the dining room.
Walking over I gaze around the corner to find Christian sitting there with his feet up, holding an old leather looking diary. He is busy writing away inside it and seems lost in his own thoughts. I watch him as I see he has on a gray T-shirt that holds his body well and a pair of black pajama bottoms too. The dining room looks sleek and modern with a large black table allowing twelve people to sit around it in comfort. Christian occupies the chair with it's back to the San Diego skyline. His hand flows with A gracious ease as he moves from line to line, down the page.
I wonder what he is writing about? Could it be about me, Or what we did together last night. Maybe he writes a diary about every day of his life. What a read that would be. I take one step forward and his eyes flick up to me as he instantly shuts the book over.
"What are you writing?" My inner angel wants to know. She likes to drink in as much knowledge as she can. I feel like she disappeared last night for a while. I'm not surprised meanwhile my inner devil is laying back in the bed sedated.
"Nothing. Why are you up?" He asks putting his feet down and slipping out from the behind the table.
"I was looking for you." I look up at him softly he holds the leather diary in his hand as he takes my hand in his other.
"Come on let's head back to bed." We head through his apartment and he stops just before his bedroom door.
"I will be in, in a moment." I nod my head and step inside his room the door begins to shut and I lick my lip at the memory of last night.
My mouth is so dry I need a drink. Turning I pull the door open and he has gone again. I walk over to the kitchen and search through a few cupboards till I find a glass. The sound of the tap is loud in the silent apartment as I fill my glass. I take a deep long drink as it feels cool slipping down my throat. Now I can sleep I think to myself and holding the glass in one hand and the bed sheets against my body with my free hand I head back.
I only make it as far as the bottom of the stairs when a noise makes me turn. Christian is standing at the top of the stairs next to an open door. He pulls it shut and takes a key out of his pocket. Slipping it in the lock. I hear the audible click of the lock sliding into place. I turn away and keep walking realizing this was not something I should have been witness too. I have just got to the open bedroom door when he comes down the stairs.
I hold up the glass of water and he smiles wrapping an arm around me as we step inside the bedroom. There on the beautiful white bed sheets is what remains of my virginity. I think to myself that we should change the sheets. Where the hell would Christian keep his bed covers? He looks down at me most likely wondering why I'm staring at the bed. His hand moves up and flicks at the bed and the stains have vanished. The sheets are crisp and fresh as if made by the hands of a professional maid.
"Show off." I tease and he laughs, leading me over to the bed as we both climb in. I give him the blanket and slide in beside him, resting my head on his arm and feel his other arm wrap around me. His warmth floods my body and I drift off to sleep quickly.
(So I know you have all been waiting for this moment and finally it has arrived. Was it everything you hoped it would be? I was really nervous as to how everyone would take this chapter. So please do let me know your thoughts also I would love to know what you think is in his locked room upstairs? I hope this chapter wasn't to long for you all. Please remember to follow and favourite this story or myself and Thank you to all my readers and your kind comments about this story. SJamesW.)