I turn around again. Christian drops the sponge, and I see it floating on the water, in the foam. His hands massage my shoulders and I start to relax.
—Mmm, this is just what I need. —I say with a smile. —Just the music is missing.
Christian stops massaging for a moment. It only takes a few seconds before he pulls out his cell phone, plays a song and continues his massage.
—Who's singing? —I ask him while I don't recognize the music that starts to flood the bathroom.
— The song is called Insatiable by Darren Haise — he answers while his fingers work the tense muscles of my shoulders.
I think I could get used to this. Although I would have preferred to have it done in bed, so he could massage my whole body again. A groan escapes me when I think of him massaging my body again. Suddenly his hands stop and the music stops. I open my eyes and see him standing next to me holding out his hand.
—Let's go to bed. —he says to me as I take his hand. —It's time for me to go through your body slowly.
—What about the bathroom?
—We'll have time later. —he says with a smile.
Did he just say "we"?
As I stare at him I stand up and get out of the tub. I can see how his gaze briefly glides over my naked body and how his eyes darken with desire.
—Can you hand me a towel? —I ask him whe I see that he is speechless. Again.
He reacts quickly, lets go of my hand and hands me a towel. I tangle the towel on my body and leave it there, like a statue in the middle of the bath, I go out into the room.
I don't know if I should get dressed, but his voice makes me immediately abandon what I was thinking.
—Don't even think about getting dressed. —I feel his footsteps as he comes out of the bathroom and stops in front of me.
He doesn't have his shirt on anymore. He directs his hands to the knot in the towel without taking his dark look of desire away from mine.
—Can I?
—Are you asking my permission to undress me? —I ask him as I squint my eyes.
—I don't want to do anything to upset you, Ana.
—Go ahead. —I'll tell him while he unties the knot and drops the towel on the floor.
—Mmmm. —he says to me as he points a finger at my neck.
—You have very soft skin. —he says as he slides a finger across my neck to a breast and draws a circle around it.
I hold back a groan and close my eyes while my nipples, especially the one that he is caressing, get hard.
—You are very receptive, Ana. —he says to me as I stop feeling his finger touching my skin.
The only thing I feel right now is my breathing speeding up at the touch of him. I open my eyes. He's staring at me. I imagine he's thinking about what he's going to do next. Oh, my God! This waiting is killing me.
—Lie down on your back, I want to see you. —he says to me as my heart beats out of my chest.
I didn't expect this. I should get used to this by now. He never does what I imagine. Isn't he just like the rest of the men on the planet? Is he an exotic species I've encountered? A mythological being perhaps, ready to satisfy my needs?
Or not at all.
Because so far, all he's done is turn me on. I turn around with heavy breathing. I go up to the bed and lie down as he has asked me to.
—Lie down. Don't move. —he says to me as he walks to the bedroom door.
Now where are he going? I wonder as I watch him. I try to get up.
—Don't even think about it. —he says to me with his back turned as he walks out the door.
I go back to bed and wait. Christian comes back a few seconds later. He has a bottle in one hand, but my eyesight changes quickly to the other hand. I swallow the knot in my throat when I see what's in it. A box of condoms. When did he buy them?
I watch him as he stops at the foot of the bed. He puts the things aside on the floor and quickly takes off his pants, leaving them in his black boxers. He grabs my legs and pulls them out until my ass is practically on the edge of the bed, my legs are out of the bed, around his body.
—What are you going to do? —I ask him with a smile because what he just did doesn't make any sense.
—Sit down and you'll see.
I obey immediately as I place my feet on the ground on either side of his body. I am leaning slightly forward so that I have his torso right in front of my eyes. And all I can think about is sliding my tongue across it. I look up and he's looking at me. As if he senses what I'm thinking, he shakes his head. Then I look down at the Calvin Klein boxer shorts. And I look down some more. My mouth dries up at the sight of his erection, imprisoned inside the boxers.
I slide my tongue to my lips. Suddenly I'm very hungry. And all I can think about is sticking his dick in my mouth and sucking it like there's no tomorrow. Christian kneels on the floor, pushing the temptations out of my sight.
He looks me in the eye as he picks up the bottle. And I stare at him like an idiot.
—Remember this? —he says to me as I just sit down.
It's the bottle of chocolate syrup he ordered from the restaurant. God! Don't tell me he's gonna do what I think he's gonna do.
—Lean into your arms and lean back slightly. —he asks me in a seductive voice. —And don't move.
I don't take my eyes off the bottle while I do what he's asking. This way I'm totally exposed to him. As if I were offering him my body for his pleasure. I watch him as he opens the bottle, raises his hand, and tilts it by dropping a little syrup between my breasts.
—Ahhh! —I scream— It's cold! —I tell him when I feel it start to run slowly down my body towards my belly.
He smiles at me. He rests his hands on either side of my body, right in front of mine, leans forward slowly and starts sucking the syrup from my belly button. I groan inevitably when his warm tongue touches my skin.
The contrast of his warm tongue and the cold syrup is delicious. He repeats the same process, but this time let it go down a little further to my waxed mons pubis. He looks into my eyes first before placing his mouth a few inches above my clitoris. And he keeps doing the same thing, over and over.
Oh, God! His mouth is a sweet torture that torments my whole body. I'm losing my senses. My belly is writhing over and over, wishing that he would touch that spot in me, that he would take me to ecstasy. My hands are shaking, I can hardly hold on to my hands if it goes on much longer doing this. Worst of all, his lips have not yet touched mine, not since this morning. His hands are still on the bed, ignoring my hard, swollen breasts that are begging for his attention. And his tongue. His sweet, hot, tempting tongue gathers syrup from my body and continues to ignore my sex over and over again that throbs with its warmth. Yet, despite that, he has me on the verge of orgasm. And I know that, if he just touches me at the right spot, a touch of his lips on mine, or on my breasts, or my sex, I will explode with pleasure.
The moaning continues to escape my lips as he continues to pour cold chocolate over my body. Every moment, my excitement grows. My belly is twisting and my breathing is almost unbearable. My eyes are closed, absorbing everything this man is making me feel while ignoring the most delicate parts of my body. Slowly I know where all these sensations will lead. Towards an orgasm. I hope.
His lips separate from my body and I open my eyes. I see him take the bottle one more time. I can't take it anymore. I want to kiss him. I need to kiss him. I raise my hands and get up on the bed.
—If you don't kiss me right now, I think I'm going to explode. —I say to him in frustration as he raises a funny eyebrow.
—I hope from pleasure. —he says to me as he smiles.
—You've massaged me in the tub, licked syrup off my body, ignored these. —I say to him as I grab my breasts with my hands. —You've ignored my sex. I've let you do what you wanted and you haven't even kissed me or let me touch you. —I say with a grimace of disgust and frustration.
And I stare at him. I'm not upset. He doesn't want to see me upset, it's more like sexual frustration at not being able to achieve liberation.
Christian looks at me with a smile. He puts the bottle aside as he gets off the floor and walks to the bathroom. He comes back with his phone in his hand. He looks for something on it and then puts it aside before bending over again in front of me.
The song in the background sounds very familiar. Something just like this by Coldplay & The Chainsmokers.
—I'll kiss you on the mouth again when I've had enough of your body. —he says to me making me come back to reality.
And then he pushes me down, making me fall on my back. I try to protest, but he puts a hand on my belly. His hand burns against my skin as I feel him pouring more chocolate on my lower belly now. I feel the cold coming down towards my sex, but the cold quickly disappears replaced by his warm mouth.
My prayers have been answered.
Christian slides his tongue down my sex, from bottom to top, slowly. He's savoring me. And the only thing I can think of at that moment is to spread my legs wider to give it better access. Intoxicated by desire, he grabs my thighs and lifts my legs as he slides his tongue around my clitoris.
Oh, shit! I don't think I can take any more.
His tongue doesn't give me any relief. The orgasm that was growing inside me is already uncontrollable. Two more moves of his tongue over my sex and that's it.
One...
I groan audibly as my walls shrink and I raise my hands, clutching them to his hair.
Two...
I let out a scream and drop my hands on both sides of my body as I let myself go in the best orgasm of my life. The first orgasm of my life.
After that, I'm not very aware of what happens. Christian continues between my legs, his mouth absorbing everything I offer him. I'm in my cloud of satisfaction as I smile like an idiot. This has been amazing. But then I feel a finger sliding towards my sex naughty. His mouth separates from my sex as he put a finger inside me and pulls out another moan. I open my eyes and stand up. I see Christian smiling at me from the floor.
—You don't think we're done here, do you? —he says to me as he presses his finger against the front of my vagina.
I let myself fall back into bed when he moves his finger in a circle.
—Definitely, he is not from this planet. —I say to myself as I let out another moan.
I must have done something good to be rewarded with this sex god between my legs giving me indescribable pleasure for the first time in my life.
—Christian! —I say his name mixed with a groan.
My walls start to tighten once more around his finger when he introduces another one.
—Christian! —I cry out with pleasure.
I need... I need... I don't even know what I need anymore. —Another orgasm just like the last one. —my subconscious screams at me more than ever.
I clutch my hands to the bed sheet in an attempt to control myself. But as he moves his fingers inside me, I find myself tilting my pelvis to meet him, asking for more. And then his mouth joins his fingers. This is too much. I quickly find myself moaning uncontrollably as I reach orgasm once again.
Christian slowly pulls his fingers out of me. He separates his mouth from my sex and begins to climb up my body kissing all the skin in his path. I have no energy at all as he slowly ascends my body, kissing every inch of my skin as he goes up. His tongue slides briefly over my breasts and I groan audibly as I feel him laugh against my skin. I have his body over mine, pressing every hard muscle in his body against me. I can feel his hard erection squeezing between my legs. And then I feel his lips on mine, kissing me intensely.
And I don't know if it's the feeling of his lips on mine, or my taste in them that makes my excitement rise again.
—Later... —he says to me between kisses. —I'm going to possess you slowly and sensually. —he whispers against my lips asshe separates his lips from mine.
Only then do I open my eyes and lose myself in his gaze. He brings his hair completely loose and has a dangerous glow in his eyes. In that instant comes to my mind what I thought when I saw him hitting the bag and I cannot help but laugh as I imagine him making slow, sensual love. Christian moves a little further away from me and looks at me with a scowl.
—Any jokes you want to share right now?
—I'm sorry, I know this isn't the time for this. —I tell him as I reach into my mouth to hold back the laughter.
—Go ahead, tell me what's going through your mind right now. —he says to me with a funny look.
I put my hand away and try to stop laughing before I speak.
—When you were punching the punching bag, I thought if you fucked with that same intensity you must be a beast in bed. —I say to him as I try to hold back the laughter one more time.
I know, at this point, this will seem anything but funny to him. But to my surprise, he's laughing too.
—I don't want to be rude to you the first time, Ana. —he says to me as I stand there in shock.
The laughter has been completely erased from my face.
—Don't tell me that... —but he interrupts me.
—Yes. I fuck with the same intensity as I hit the bag. Maybe even a little harder.
The smile has just been wiped off my face. But an idea crosses my mind and I don't let it go. I smile at him again as I wrap my hands around his neck and pull his face close to mine.
—Well, fuck me like there's no tomorrow. —he smiles at me.
—Not today.
—Why?
—Because to take you the way you want and the way I really want, we'd have to go somewhere else first.
—Another place?
—Yes, Ana.—he says to me, pausing. — But I don't think it's time to talk about this.
—I want you to take me as you wish. —I say to him as I hold his face in my hands. —You've given me more pleasure in a few minutes than I've ever felt in my life, Christian. I want to please you now. I want to do what you truly desire.
He stares at me debating what to do.
—Ana. If you only knew what I want, how I want to take you... —he says, closing his eyes for a moment. —I don't know what would happen when I show you. —he says to me, opening his eyes.
—You'll never know until you show me. —I say with a smile.
He stares at me. I can see that he's debating whether or not to show me.
—I warn you to keep an open mind.
—Okay. —I answer him as I watch him separate from me.
—Where are you going? —I ask him as I watch him separate from me.
—I'm going to make some dinner and then we're going out. You're not hungry? —he asks me, picking up his pants from the floor.
—Yes, but I don't want to move from here. —I tell him as I sit on the bed.
—Well, you stay there until I finish making dinner. —he says with a smile. —Because if we don't have dinner... —he adds as he approaches and sticks his lips to mine. —you won't have the strength for later.
—What!
—I'll show you what I want to do with you, Ana, but I can't show you here. I'll let you know when dinner is ready. —he says to me as he picks up his phone from the floor.
What exactly are he going to show me?