Chpt. 53 APOV:
"Baby, it's time to wake up," Christian whispers.
"No, too early," I moan in exhaustion.
"Wake up," he says loudly pulling the covers from me.
"The sun isn't even up yet," I point out as I throw a pillow at him.
"The best time to catch fish is at dawn," he says.
"We're going fishing?" I ask surprised.
"You said you wanted to right?" he replies.
"Yes! God, I haven't been fishing in years!" I exclaim jumping out of bed.
"Get dressed, skip the shower we can take one later," he grabs my ass as I walk past him.
"Yes sir," I tease.
Christian's eyes change briefly, turning almost dark, before he shakes his head and laughs as he walks away. I quickly change out of my pajamas and into a pair of jeans, a short sleeve shirt and grab a long sleeve fleece shirt incase it's cold outside before heading to the kitchen.
"I've packed some food to take with us," he hands me a travel mug with tea and picks up a small cooler.
A short walk later we are down at the dock on the lake; Christian uses a four wheeler to back a small boat into the water before helping me load everything. As if he does this all the day, Christian quickly gets the motor going and we are in the middle of the lake within minutes. The air is crisp even though it's summer, making me thankful that I brought the fleece shirt with me.
"This is my grandfather's favorite fishing spot," he stops the boat and drops the anchor.
"It's beautiful here Christian," I sigh looking around the lake. In the distance, on the other side of the lake, there are a few small cabins but other than that we are truly alone here in the middle of nowhere.
"I forget how peaceful it is here," he admits sadly.
"We should come here more often," I squeeze his hand tightly.
"I'm going to talk to my mom, maybe get everyone here for Labor Day," he thinks aloud.
"That's a great idea!" I exclaim.
"Do you think they would come?" He asks unsure.
"Of course they would come," I assure him.
"They're all so busy," he says more to himself.
"Christian," I walk over to him and sit next to him on the bench seat, "I'm sure they will make time if you ask them now. It's still far enough away that they can plan for the time away. Everyone came to Vegas for our wedding, didn't they?"
"That's true," he admits. "So you think Labor Day weekend would be good to have everyone here?"
"Sure, we can plan a big cook out on the deck," I suggest.
"Dad, Elliot, Grandpa and I can go fishing," Christian adds.
"We'll invite everyone as soon as we get back," I say.
"How come you and your mom didn't stay close to your dad's family after he died?" Christian asks as we eat our lunch after a couple of hours of fishing.
"He really didn't have any," I answer sadly. "He was an only child and his parents had died years earlier. I think he had a cousin who lived in Texas but they weren't close that I can remember."
"Oh," he sighs.
"My mom didn't have any family either, her parents had died before her and my dad married. She had a couple aunts and uncles but after my dad died she just shut everyone out. At first they would call, or visit, but eventually they got tired of her excuses and just stopped trying," I explain.
"Tell me what your dad was like," he requests.
"Well, he worked a lot," I begin. "But when he wasn't working we always did things together. Mostly just day trips because money was always tight, but he made sure we had fun. My mom was different back then, his death changed her – turned her into someone I don't think even my dad would recognize. Anyway, my dad loved the outdoors…when the weather was nice we would always spend time outside. There was a fishing area not far from our house that we would go on weekends or even after school when he wasn't working late. We went camping a couple times but only for a night or two, my mom couldn't stand the thought of sleeping in a tent for much more."
"My mom is the same way," he laughs. "She hates tent camping….if we ever went camping she would only come along if we rented a cabin."
"Honestly, I can't picture you roughing it in a tent," I laugh.
"Hey! I'll have you know that Elliot, Dad and I went camping in a tent many times," he smiles.
"And how old were you when you did that?" I smirk.
"That's beside the point," He jokes.
A few hours later we decide to call it a day, neither of us catching any fish large enough to keep which was fine with me because I wasn't sure how to cook a fish anyway. We head back to the dock where Christian puts the boat and four wheeler away before we return to the cabin. These past two days have been so relaxing and stress free; I couldn't ask for anything else. After a quick shower, Christian starts a fire as I prepare dinner for the two of us which basically is just heating up a frozen meal that Gail had already made and sent along. I don't mind though, getting up early and spending the day on the lake was exhausting so the last thing I wanted to do was make a full meal from scratch.
"Do you really like it here Ana?" Christian asks over dinner.
"I do," I smile. "It's so peaceful and relaxing. I love that, even if it's only for a couple of days, we can forget everything that is going on and just be here together. I like that it's so far away from everything but still so close…why do you ask?"
"I'm thinking about buying it…that we should buy it," he suggests.
"You want to buy this place?" I ask surprised.
"Yes," he says more confidently. "Being here with you, like this, makes me want to come more often. I can see spending more time here, maybe in a couple of years bringing our kids here and making memories like my parents did with us."
"Kids?" I whisper; we've never talked about having kids.
"Yeah," he says shyly. "Someday….I mean, if you….?"
"Yeah someday," I smile at the thought of having our own family. "It would be nice to have memories like that."
"Would you want to buy this place? Or would you rather build something from scratch? Or look for a bigger place?" he asks.
"Christian, it's your money-" I begin.
"No it's our money," he corrects me firmly.
"I think this place is perfect and it holds so many memories for you, it would be wonderful for you to add to those memories if you think your grandparents would sell it," I say.
"I'm sure they would, they were just saying a few months ago that they didn't know how much longer they would keep this place because no one was using it and they didn't know if they could maintain the upkeep," he explains. "We could change whatever you want, add on or even completely gut the place and remodel it if you wanted-"
"No," I interrupt. "We should keep it as is; it's perfect just the way it is. It's not too big that everyone would be doing things on their own but not too small that there isn't enough room to have company here with us. I love the charm and character that it has, too."
"Then it's settled, when we get back I'll talk to my dad and grandparents and see about the paperwork," he smiles.
"I think it's a wonderful idea Christian," I begin cleaning up our dishes and smile at the thought of coming here more often.
"You know what I think is a wonderful idea?" Christian grabs my hips, quickly turning me and pulling me against him.
"What's that?" I ask.
"Christening another room of our new cabin," he kisses me deeply, running his tongue along my lips.
"Technically, it's not our cabin yet," I gasp as he nibbles on my ear biting it gently.
"In a few days it will be," he grabs my ass firmly, lifting me up as I wrap my legs around him. "Let's see, we christened the living room, our bedroom and our bathroom so that leaves the guest bedroom, the loft, the kitchen and the dining room."
"You're serious?" I giggle.
"Yup, every room," he sucks on the tender spot of my neck just below my ear.
"Christian," I moan, as he pulls me against his hard erection, causing it to rub against my sex.
"I need you," he sucks on my ear while grinding me against him.
"Please…." I pull him closer, capturing his lips in mine as the need rises.
He sets me on the dining room table before quickly stripping me of my clothes, leaving me in my bra and panties. I slowly lift his shirt over his head, unbutton his jeans and push them down before grasping his erection firmly. He groans in response, gently thrusting himself in my hands as he closes his eyes in pleasure. Taking advantage of his vulnerability right now, I slip off the table and drop to my knees, quickly pulling him into my mouth.
"Ana," he gasps as he looks down.
He places his hand on my head but allows me to control the movements; I gently suck just the head of his erection, exploring it with my tongue as he moans loudly above me. My hand is at the base, stroking it gently as I slowly take him in deeper before pulling back to just the head. I can feel his breath hitching above me, as his erection becomes even harder in response to my actions.
"Fuck," he whispers before thrusting into my mouth while pulling me closer to him. I nearly gag at the sudden intrusion but quickly force myself to relax around him pulling him in even deeper. Christian is above me, moaning loudly as his hand guides my movements bringing him closer to his release. I quickly find myself turned on even more when Christian takes control like this.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! ANA!" he screams out thrusting further into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat. On instinct I swallow around him, causing him to gasp and call my name again before he finds his release moments later. He pulls back slightly, but I continue sucking him milking every drop out of him. He never fully softens and within moments I can feel him getting hard again in my mouth clearly ready for round two.
"You are….God that was amazing," He pulls me up, kissing me deeply as he positions himself against my sex. I only wonder for a moment if he can taste himself on me but my attention is diverted when Christian quickly turns me around so my back is to his front.
"Put your hands on the table," he instructs.
Christian pulls my hips back bringing me closer to him; I'm slightly bent over and my hands are on the edge of the table. His hands explore my body, before finally settling on my erect nipples as his hard dick probes my folds. I can feel my juices coating him as he continues to tease my nipples and my sex pushing me closer to the edge. One hand suddenly leaves my breast and quickly finds my clit, rubbing it and teasing it even more.
"Christian!" I gasp as he pinches both my clit and my nipple at the same time.
"You're so wet," he moans.
"Please…." I beg.
"Hmmmm?" he nips at my ear.
"I need you," I moan.
"I'm here," he smirks against me.
"Christian…please….AHHHHH," I moan loudly as he pinches both sensitive spots together again.
"Tell me what you need baby," he requests.
"Please…I need you….oh god…please Christian," I beg shameless as the need begins to outweigh any embarrassment. "Make me come, please Christian."
"Like this?" he places the head of his erection just at my sex, keeping just the head of him inside of me. I quickly realize he is teasing me as I did moments ago when I was sucking him.
"Christian! Please fuck me!" I exclaim.
"I am," he moves slowly, allowing almost half of him to slide into my throbbing sex.
"Oh….God….Please…." I beg needing more.
"Tell me how you want me to fuck you," he instructs.
"Christian…please…." I cry out.
"Tell me so I can make you come," he leans forward, whispering in my ear. "I love the way you grip me tightly when you come."
"Christian," I moan. "Please fuck me hard and deep."
"Like this?" he slams into me while pulling my hips against him.
"Yes! Oh God yes! Just like that," I scream out at the sudden full feeling.
He continues slamming hard and deep into me, as he plays with my nipples and clit pushing me closer and closer to the edge. As much as I love when Christian makes love to me, it's such a turn on when he is in control and hard like this. I didn't think I would ever like it rough given everything that happened when I was younger, but I think trusting Christian completely changes all of that. I know he would never hurt me…
"AHHHHHHHH!" I scream as he nearly pulls all the way out of me, grasping my hips and forcefully pulling me onto him so my hands are barely holding onto the table.
"Christian…oh fuck….don't stop!" I yell as he continues pulling out and pushing into me hard and deep.
"Come Ana!" he orders.
"FUCK! CHRISTIAN!" I scream as the orgasm hits me hard as Christian continues thrusting in and out of me deeply prolonging the orgasm even more.
Christian pulls out of me suddenly, turns me around and holds me tight against him. His mouth is on mine, his tongue exploring my mouth as his hands roam my body. His erection is again against my sex and I find myself rubbing against him desperate for more despite the orgasm moments ago.
"I love you Christian," I whisper.
"God, I love you so much Ana," he hugs me tight against him. "Let's go to another room so I can show you how much I love you."
Before the night ends, we manage to cross the spare bedroom off of Christian's list of rooms we need to christen before we leave the cabin this weekend. Tonight I was able to enjoy both sides of Christian; in the dining room he took control and it was all about finding our own releases whereas in the guest bedroom he took his time and made love to me. We both still found our release of course, but it was slow and gentle almost as if we were both trying to express how much we love each other in our movements. We fell asleep in the guest room, wrapped in each other's arms where we both slept peacefully throughout the night. I wake the next morning feeling light kisses on my neck and a hand lightly roaming my body; I move back just slightly so Christian is laying against me and he wraps his arms around me holding him close to me.
"Good Morning," I say.
"Morning beautiful," he whispers.
"I see someone else is awake," I giggle feeling his firm erection against my ass.
"He couldn't help it with you laying here naked rubbing against him all night long," he nips at my ear while holding me against him.
"I was not," I blush deeply.
"You were," he gently moves his hips against me making his point. "Many times this morning you moved closer to me to the point you were practically on top of me; knowing that you were seeking me out even in your sleep was such a fucking turn on."
"Is that so?" I push against him, he moves slightly in response which allows him to slip between my legs his erection now against my folds.
"I can never get enough of you," he moans pinching my nipple as I rub myself against him coating him with my juices which are now flowing.
"I feel the same way," I admit breathlessly.
"I love you so much Ana," he whispers as he slides into me while pulling me against him.
"I love you Christian, more than you will ever know," I turn awkwardly and kiss him deeply as he slowly moves within me.
With his arms wrapped strongly around me, Christian's continues to thrust deeply into me quickly bringing me to the edge. I never knew my body could be so responsive but with Christian I can never seem to get enough; like him I swear my body is always ready for the next round even if we just made love moments ago or in this case a few hours ago. Christian's body quickly has mine on fire, judging by his heavy breathing I can tell he is just as close as I am.
"You feel so good," he moans.
"Christian…" I gasp as he applies the slightest of pressure to my clit.
"I….Ohhhhhh….ANA!" He screams as he thrusts harder and deeper into me several times.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH," I moan loudly as his increased movement triggers my own release and I come just as he finds his own release.
"I can't believe we have to go back to Seattle tomorrow," Christian says as we take a shower before breakfast.
"Thank you for bringing me here, it's been a wonderful weekend," I reply.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, I wasn't sure what we could do with only a few days off of work," he explains. "I thought about flying us somewhere but everywhere I wanted to go would require more time to truly appreciate the trip."
"Christian, this has been the absolute perfect vacation," I assure him. "I love being able to get away like this and see you so relaxed. You should know by now you don't need to spend crazy amounts of money to make me happy, baby. This trip, just you and I in the middle of nowhere is more than I could ask for. I'm looking forward to coming back here more often with you."
"So am I," he kisses me deeply as the water cascades over both of us.
"What are the plans for today?" I ask.
"I don't know, what would you like to do on our last day?" he counters.
"I'd like to go hiking again, maybe try a different trail if you don't mind?" I suggest.
"Sounds perfect," he smiles. "We can leave after breakfast and bring a few sandwiches along to have somewhere."