Anastasia awakes in a meadow, the sun streaming down on her. The sound of birds can be heard in the trees of the forest nearby. Stretching, she pushes herself up, out of the bed of wildflowers. Looking around, she sees a large house in the distance and the waters of Puget Sound are washing up on the rocky shore about twenty feet from her. It's then that the salty breeze hits her. The white sundress she's wearing is dancing along in the breeze and she can feel her long brown hair tickle her face as it whips around her.
"Ana! Ana? Where are you?"
She turns at the sound of Christian's voice.
Her eyes meet his and he gives her his boyish grin. "There you are. I've been looking for you." He makes his way to her barefoot, wearing one of his white button-up shirts with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of khaki pants. "Where have you been?"
"Oh, I...I must've fallen asleep." She looks down at the place where she just woke up.
"I swear, Mrs. Grey, you spend more time in this meadow than you do the house." He wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her to him.
"I...I'm sorry?" She's confused. What did he call her?
He chuckles. "You don't have to be sorry, my love. I bought it for you."
Anastasia takes in his face, trying to make sense of it all. He bought it for her? Bought what? The meadow? She wants to ask, but he looks so happy at the moment...his skin is practically glowing and his normally dark gray eyes are a lighter shade and sparkling. She's captivated by his beauty.
She feels his hand caress the side of her face and then he leans in, pressing his lips to hers.
It tingles.
She's surprised at first, but her body reacts on its own and she finds herself melting into him, her body molding to his, letting him deepen the kiss. Her eyes flutter shut and he picks her up, laying her back on something soft.
When her eyes open, she sees that they're in the bedroom of his sailboat, 'The Grace'. The bed is covered in soft, red silk sheets and white rose petals. Candles flicker all over the room, giving the room a beautiful, warm yellow tint.
Looking down at herself, she's now wearing a black silk negligee. Underneath, she's bare.
"Christian…" He's still wearing his khakis, but he's topless. His toned stomach muscles seem even more defined in the dim light of the candles. He leans over her and his arm muscles flex, holding himself above her.
"I'll take care of you, baby." His lips find the sweet spot below her ear and she practically purrs in response. "That's my girl." His voice is soft and he continues to press soft, sweet kisses down her throat.
She's still confused at how this is playing out, but it's so lovely, she doesn't care. She doesn't want him to stop. Her hands find their way to the back of his head, clinging to the short curls that are starting to form. He'll need a haircut soon.
"Stop thinking, Ana. Enjoy this. Enjoy me." Christian urges her to relax, reaching for the thin straps at the top of her gown and slipping them off her shoulders. "I know I'm going to enjoy you." He looks up at her and the right side of his mouth rises into a smile. "I've dreamed of you for so long, Anastasia. I need you."
She whimpers as he slips her negligee down, sliding down her body. She hadn't even moved, but he does it with ease. Soon, it's on the floor and she's bared to him.
"You are so beautiful, Ana. Just perfect." His warm, soft palms run across her clavicle bone and to her breasts, palming her nipples. Pleasure shoots right to her core and she moans. His palms are so warm, it feels like his they might leave welts along her sensitive skin. She can't bother to care at the moment, she craves more of his touch.
Whimpering, she arches her back and presses her chest further into his hands. "I need you, Christian."
He grins and nuzzles his nose against hers. "All you had to do was say so, baby." Reaching down, he grips the back of her thigh and raises it so that her leg wraps around his waist. She's realized that now, he's bare. She begins to wonder where his bottoms went, but he presses into her and her mind goes blank.
"Oh, Christian…" She grips his shoulder blades and her eyes roll back into her head. She's never felt pleasure like this before. It was never this good with the others.
"I've got you, Ana. Let me make love to you. Let yourself go." Christian begins to move and the pleasure shooting through Anastasia is almost unbearable. She needs relief...and fast.
"Christian...please…" She doesn't know what she's begging for, but something in her knows that Christian will make it better.
"You're almost there, Anastasia. Just relax. Let it happen." He coaxes her as he continues his lovemaking and she does exactly what he says and relaxes her body. It's then that she feels the familiar stirring deep in her gut.
Anastasia wakes up, convulsing in her bed. It's such an intense orgasm that when she finally relaxes, she's panting like she's run a marathon.
"Fuck." She hisses to herself. She's never experienced a wet dream before. She didn't even know women could have them.
Looking over at the clock, she sees that it's 6:30 am. Well, there's no way she is going to get back to sleep now. Deciding she'll just go in early, she climbs out of bed to shower.
XxXxXx
Anastasia's in the middle of a faculty meeting with HR when she gets a text from Christian.
*Lunch at 12:30 okay?"
Her cheeks light up immediately. She isn't ready to face him, yet. She knows it's silly, but a part of her worries that he'll see right through her and will be able to see right into her dreams from that morning.
*Have a lunch meeting. Sorry. No lunch today.*
She feels terrible that she's lied to him, but she just can't bear to see him, yet. She spent most of the morning replaying the dream in her head, even though she tried hard not to think about it. She had come in early, but hasn't gotten any more work done than she would have on a regular day thanks to her wandering mind.
Christian sends back a frown emoji.
*Dinner at your place tonight?* She offers, hoping that she'll be able to get herself in order by then. If they eat at his place, she'll be able to leave if she gets overwhelmed.
She instantly feels ridiculous thinking that way. He's her best friend for fuck's sake. He isn't going to hurt her. Damn hormones.
He sends a smile emoji. *6:30?*
*Perfect. See you then, Christian.*
By lunchtime, she realizes that her hormones have taken over her body and they were only getting any stronger. Knowing that there is a shop named 'The Garden of Eden' just down the street that caters to adults, she decides to head out to take a peek, hoping she finds a battery operated boyfriend or 'BOB' as Mia likes to call it.
When she first walks in, she worries that the place is going to be tacky, but is relieved when she sees that it's actually quite tasteful...well, as tasteful as a sex shop can be.
In the front, there are racks of lingerie, panties, edible underwear, and shoes for all tastes. Some things are soft and frilly, others dark and leathery. As she heads deeper into the store, she begins to see more of the hardcore stuff. There are contraptions and tools hanging on the wall that she can't even begin to guess how to use. The back wall is filled with different kinds of porn. Lesbian, straight, gay, trans, BDSM, anal, rape play, DDLG...the list goes on and on. She steps back from the rack. Porn is not for her.
She looks over the shelves on the side wall and picks up a display model of one of the dildos. The material is soft to the touch, but when she squeezes it, it doesn't give. It's so rigid that it doesn't bend. She puts it back and picks up another toy. This one is a vibrator. She hits the button and jumps a little when it comes on. The vibration is so intense, it makes her whole arm vibrate. She quickly turns it off and puts it back.
"Need assistance, Miss?"
She turns to see a woman about her age standing there.
"I'm just trying to find myself a toy… I have a couple dildos at home, but no vibrators."
"I can help you. I'm Tess."
Anastasia gives her a polite smile. "Ana."
"Well, Ana...this one is one of our best sellers." She picks up a weird looking vibrator that looks like it has beads inside of it. When Tess turns it on, the beads start to move underneath the skin of the vibrator while it vibrates and shrinks and lengthens.
Anastasia's eyes widen and her mouth falls open, making Tess laugh. "Perhaps this one isn't for you." Turning off the vibrator, she places it back on the stand and picks up another one. "This one might be better for someone who's never had one before. It has ten vibration patterns and strengths. You can control the strength and pattern by these buttons at the base. Here…"
Tess hands Anastasia the vibrator to try out and she's intrigued. "I like the the options, but do you have anything like this that's less…" Her hand runs over the large dildo. It's rather large and she just wants an orgasm. She doesn't want to stretch herself like that.
"Ah, I see." Tess takes the large vibrator from her and takes a few steps to the left, grabbing another one. "This one is a bit more expensive, but has fourteen different options. Not only does it have the shaft, but it has the clit stimulator attached, too. You can control both of these individually. The up and down buttons are for the shaft and the side buttons control the clit stimulator. You can have them both on, or just one. One can be going one speed while the other goes another...or you can have them going simultaneously. It's a great piece."
Anastasia takes the vibrator from Tess and tries out the buttons. The shaft isn't too small or too large and both the shaft and the clit stimulator are flexible enough to form to her body.
"I think I'll take this one."
"Great! I'll grab one of the boxes for you and keep it up front. If you have anymore questions while you look around, just ask."
"Thank you."
Tess heads back to the front and Anastasia continues to wander through the shelves. Handcuffs, butt plugs, butt beads, ball gags, blindfolds… It's hard to believe that these things are so popular. She had always imagined that people that leaned towards the kinkier side had to order the things online. Perhaps it's more normal than she thought…
On her way back to the front, her eyes catch a line of riding crops and floggers. Riding crops? As in...horses?
Stopping, she reaches up and takes a brown leather riding crop in her hand. The smell of the fresh leather hits her nose and it's enticing. She runs her hand over the soft leather and smacks her hand with it. It stings lightly and just for a second, but the popping sound is satisfying. She imagines how it'd feel against her backside.
Her mind automatically conjures up a visual of a shirtless Christian in old jeans, standing barefoot in his bedroom with the riding crop in his hands.
Stop it, Steele!
These hormones are getting ridiculous. Hopefully, the toy that she's about to buy will help stow her hormones...at least for awhile.
XxXxXx
As the day goes on, Anastasia quickly realizes that her sex drive isn't going to diminish. In fact, since this morning, it's probably doubled. She's too busy at work to use her new toy and she can't keep the visual of Christian hovering over her out of her mind. Knowing that she's going to be seeing him soon isn't helping anything. She really hopes she can get through the dinner without making a fool out of herself in front of him. Christian knows her better than she knows herself; if she isn't acting herself, he'll call her out on it. He'll expect her to tell him what is going on.
When she pulls into her usual parking spot in Christian's garage, she opens her glove box and stuffs the toy into it, hiding it behind her GMC manual. She doesn't want there to be any chance of Christian finding it for any reason. Although she isn't embarrassed about owning her own toys, she doesn't want to deal with Christian's teasing or inappropriate comments. Especially while her libido is so out of control.
On the way up the elevator, she tries giving herself a pep talk. Christian is just her best friend. It's normal for anyone to have dreams like hers about someone of the opposite sex...especially if the person is the father of her child. It's normal. That doesn't mean she has to act on it or let it affect their friendship. Deep breaths, Anastasia. It's no big deal. It's just dinner. He's your best friend.
As she makes her way through the foyer, all is quiet.
"Christian?" She calls into the apartment.
"Coming!"
She stands in the great room, watching her best friend saunter out of his bedroom shirtless, wearing an old pair of jeans that hang low on his hips. His 'V' is showing magnificently over the top of his worn jeans and his feet are bare. Is he even wearing any underwear?
Fuck.
All he needs is to be holding the riding crop she looked at during lunch and he'd be a spitting image of her vision from earlier.
She's instantly wet and she struggles to keep her breathing in check as he makes his way closer.
"Hey." He leans down and presses a kiss to her forehead. She takes in a sharp breath and his smell hits her like a ton of bricks. It's obvious that he's just gotten out of the shower. His hair is still wet, his skin smells of bergamot and Christian, and she can see a few droplets of water sticking to his chest. She takes another breath in... she can't help it. He smells good enough to eat. She's on sensory overload.
He reaches out to rub her stomach and she has to take a step back.
"Ana?" He's confused.
"Sorry." She can feel the heat rising up her neck and into her ears. They feel like they're on fire. "It's just...Is it hot in here?" She fans her face.
"Are you okay? Are you getting sick?" He reaches up to touch her forehead and when his skin comes in contact with hers, she whimpers.
"Let's have a seat."
She shakes her head. "I think...I think I just need to head home. Climb in bed and fall asleep." Among do other things…
Anastasia needs to keep her distance from him. She is so aroused at the moment, she doesn't know how much longer she can control herself. She's worried she's going to do something stupid. Never in her life has she felt like this. She feels like a feral animal ready to attack. She just wants to tear his jeans off, throw him on the couch, and climb on top of him.
The thought of riding him just makes it worse and she finds herself pressing her thighs together.
"Ana, you can sleep here. If you're getting sick, I'd rather-"
She shakes her head. "I'm not sick, I just… I just have some things I have to tend to."
His eyebrows knit together. "But you just said you were going to head home to sleep."
"Oh, right. I just…" She sighs and bites her lip, her hips dancing a little to try to find some relief. Her center is pulsating.
"Anastasia. Tell me what's going on." He grabs her arm and steers her toward the couch, pulling her down next to him. Too close, too close, too close.
She squeezes her eyes shut. "I can't."
"Of course you can. I'm your best friend. We tell each other everything."
She wets her lips and slowly opens her eyes, finding his iron gray eyes. Her thighs squeeze together once more, her center needing some sort of friction. "If I tell you, I need you to understand that what I am going through is completely normal for any pregnant woman. I can't control this and I don't mean to feel this way."
He shakes his head, even more confused. "Okay?"
"I need you to remember that, alright?"
"Yes, I'll keep that in mind. What's going on?"
"Well...okay...um…" She slides away from him on the couch and rests both elbows on her thighs, her head in her hands. She can't look at him when she says this. "Over the past few days I've been very...er...sexually driven and last night I had a very… intense dream about you and me."
Christian's shocked. "You did?"
She nods, unable to uncover her face. "And today, I come in and you're half-clothed and smelling so good and I just...ugh. It's too much."
A small smile forms on Christian's face. "Are you saying that I'm arousing you?"
She lets out an embarrassed whimper. "Please don't make this worse."
He presses his lips into a thin line, trying to keep the smile off his face. "What was the dream about?"
"Christian…I can't."
"It's healthy, Ana. Were you and I… were we having sex?"
She's silent and still for a could of seconds, but he waits. Finally, she gives a small nod.
"And you enjoyed it?"
Another nod.
"Did you come?"
"Christian!" Her head flies out of her hands and she scowls at him.
"Did I make you come?" He slides closer to her and wraps an arm around her and she leans back trying to push him away.
"Christian...please…"
"Just relax, Ana. There's no reason to be embarrassed." He brushes her hair out of her face, but she refuses to look at him. Her heart is beating so hard, she's sure he can hear it.
His fingertips caress her face and he cups her jaw line, dipping down to press his lips to hers. When he pulls away, Anastasia gasps.
"What...um...are you promising something?"
He lets out a low, sexy laugh, making her stomach clench deliciously. He nuzzles her ear with his nose. "Sure, Ana. I promise to be the best you've ever had."
Her whole body startles at his words, but before she can say anything, his mouth covers hers. His dick is throbbing in his jeans and he needs her just as much as she needs him. He's been waiting for this. He's ready for it.
Anastasia knows that this is a bad idea. This might ruin their friendship for good. She begins to pull away from him, but when he captures her bottom lip between his and begins to suck, her whole body melts into him and she finds herself sliding impossibly closer to him.
Christian feels victorious when Anastasia relaxes into the kiss. His hands find their way around her waist and he searches for the bottom of her shirt, the need to find skin becoming urgent.
His palms find the soft skin on her back and releases her lips, but only to make his way down her throat to nibble on the soft, sensitive skin there. Whimpering, she lets her head fall back, giving him better access to her sweet skin.
Her hands find his hair and she pulls. "I need you, Christian… please." She's panting.
He groans into her neck and hoists both of them off the couch, carrying her straight to his bedroom. She squeals when he picks her up and giggles. Her giggle goes straight to his dick.
Dropping her down on the bed, he takes no time yanking her shoes off and climbing on top of her. She hooks a leg around his waist and pulls him closer to her.
Christian flexes his hips into her, his dick pressing hard into her center, making Anastasia let out a moan. "Is this what you want, baby?"
She nods. "Yes. Yes, please. More than anything."
He groans and kisses her. "Good."
Anastasia buries her hands in his hair and pulls his face to hers again. She craves his lips, his mouth, his tongue. She wants to feel his stubble against her face, his body against her body, his hard-on against her core. She presses her heel into his backside and tries to pull him in closer.
He rocks his hips into her again, sending a delightful shot of pleasure through her system.
"Clothes off." He states against her lips. He reaches down and begins to pull at the hem of her shirt, only releasing her lips to pull it over her head. He allows himself a quick second to take in the beauty of his best friend in her lacy pink bra before his lips attack her clavicle bone.
Anastasia's hips begin to grind against his bulge and she reaches down and slips her hands into his low-riding jeans to grip his backside, urging him to meet her rhythm.
"Impatient girl." He grins against her neck and nips at her clavicle bone. He grinds hard against her.
"Oh…" Her head falls back. "Christian...I think...Oh fuck…" She's panting and Christian realizes that she's close. He continues to grind hard against her, urging her on.
"How's that, baby?"
She whimpers. "So close. Don't stop…"
He slips a finger into the cup of her bra and bares her breast, taking her nipple into his mouth quickly. It's just what she needs to push her over the edge.
Anastasia's hips rise off the bed, her eyes roll back into her head, and her whole body begins to shudder. "Christian...Christian!"
He continues to press his hard-on into her and watches her fall apart below him. Her body reacts so easily to him. She's such a sensual creature. It's fucking phenomenal.
As she relaxes back against the bed, he begins to nibble on her earlobe. "You are so fucking sexy, Ana."
She hooks her thumbs along the top of his jeans and tries to push them down, although the jeans look loose, they don't budge.
Christian pushes himself off of her and kneels between her legs, unbuttoning his pants. He slips them down quickly and kicks them off, baring his lower half to Anastasia.
"Holy shit." Anastasia gets her first glimpse of him and her head falls back to the pillow. "You do have the cock to back up the cockiness don't you?" She sits up on her knees in front of him and grips his length in her right hand.
He hisses. "Easy, love. You're going to unman me." He's already so sensitive from lack of sex. It won't take much to get him to come.
"But it's my turn." She grins up at him and then bends down, pressing a kiss to his tip.
"Fuck!" His hand grabs the back of her head and he massages her scalp.
Anastasia looks up at him through her eyelashes and opens her mouth taking in his tip.
"Oh, yes, Ana…" He flexes his hips slowly towards her, pushing himself further into her mouth. "Oh, baby, don't swallow. I don't want you to swallow." He doesn't want her swallowing while pregnant. A part of him feels like its a bit like cannibalism if it makes its way to their child.
She continues to bob up and down over the top half of his penis, not willing to test her gag reflex while pregnant. The last thing she wants is to be sick right in the middle of this. She doesn't want to stop. She'll combust if they don't see this through.
Christian watches Anastasia move in front of him and just the visual is about to unman him.
"Ana..baby...I'm coming…" He pulls lightly on the hair at her scalp and every muscle in his body tenses. She slips him out in just enough time for him to shoot his load onto her chest. She pumps his dick, working him through his orgasm and drawing it out longer. When his muscles relax and his dick begins to go flaccid, she leans down and swipes her tongue over his tip, cleaning it.
Christian's blinks a few times and when Anastasia comes into focus, he sees her kneeling in front of him, his come covering her breasts and bra, and his dick begins to grow again.
"Someone's eager…" She states.
"You better fucking believe it." He reaches around her body and unsnaps her bra, letting it fall to her knees. He throws it behind him, not caring where it lands, and scoops her up, laying her back down on her back. "Let me clean you up."
He reaches for her shirt that lay forgotten on the opposite side of the bed and begins to wipe his semen off her chest. He's hard as a rock and enjoys cleaning his mark off of her way too much.
"Too many clothes, Steele." He unbuttons her slacks, and slips his fingers into the waistband of her slacks and panties, pulling them off together. He's too impatient to take them off separately.
As he suspected, her center is bare and he pushes her thighs apart so he can get a better look at her. She's soaking wet and he bends over to nuzzle into her, but she quickly clamps her thighs shut.
"What are you doing?" She looks panicked.
"Eating you out...what does it look like I'm doing?"
She bites her lip. "No one's ever...um…"
"You're telling me no one has ever gone down on you?"
She shrugs against her pillow.
"What kind of selfish fucks have you been with?" He shakes his head and taps her thighs. "Open, Ana."
"You don't have to…"
"I want to. Now, open." He gives her a pointed look, causing her thighs to automatically relax enough for him to push them apart. He wants to make her feel good. There's no reason for her to be embarrassed about it.
His face meets her bare center and he breathes deeply, nuzzling into her folds. He hears her whimper, but he doesn't know if it's from arousal or embarrassment. Right now, he doesn't give a fuck. He knows in a few seconds he'll have her moaning for more.
He kisses her center and then pushes her thighs farther apart, revealing her tight little clit to him. Fuck. Everything about her is perfect. His lips find their way to her sweet spot and Anastasia lets out a long, deep moan from the back of her throat. When his tongue comes out to lap at it, she cries out and her hands find his hair, gripping it tightly.
He grins and continues to lap at her clit with his tongue, then takes it between his lips sucking lightly on it while his tongue flicks the end.
"Christian...fuck. Oh, just like that... don't stop." She shoves her hips into his face and he has to hold her hips to the bed while he continues.
Anastasia grips his hair almost painfully and shatters below him, her body convulsing uncontrollably. It's the most mind-shattering orgasm she's ever had and she can't control anything her body does. When she finally relaxes, she lays there like a ragdoll, sucking air into her oxygen-starved lungs.
"Wow." She breathes out.
Christian lets out a chuckle and kisses his way back up the center of her body. "Wow, indeed, Ms. Steele." He licks his lips. She tastes incredible. "Had enough?'
She quickly hooks a leg around his waist. "Absolutely not."
"Thank fuck." He presses his lips to hers and she lifts and spreads her other leg, giving Christian easier access. "Fuck, I need you, Ana…" He can feel her heat against his dick and he maneuvers himself so that his head sits at her opening and he pushes himself into her.
Both of them hiss at his intrusion. She's tight. Really tight.
"Christian...easy."
His eyebrows knit together and he leans in to press a kiss to her lips. "Sorry, love." She needs to get used to his intrusion. Lucky for him, she's never had a man this size. To be fair, most men aren't lucky enough to be this size.
He moves slower and pushes into her, taking his time. Once he's in completely, he stills.
Anastasia's body relaxes. "Okay, I'm good now."
He begins to move and their thrusts soon become faster. The lack of rhythm has him feeling like a teenager. Their arousal has both of them too anxious to be able to find a rhythm together. Anastasia is bucking underneath him, wanting it hard and fast, and all he wants to do is plow into her. Christian knows he needs to find some type of control or this isn't going to get them anywhere.
He pulls out of her and she pouts. "Turn around. On your hands and knees."
She hops to, eager to have Christian back inside of her. The need for him is so strong, she feels she could tear up at any second. Crying would not be good right now.
Gripping her hips, he pushes himself into her slowly and stills. "How does that feel, Ana?"
"Mmm, incredible." This position is hitting her g-spot just right and when he begins to move, it sends shockwaves through her system with every thrust. She's never been one to be so vocal during sex, but she can't control the noises she makes with him. For all she knows, Taylor and Gail can hear, but she doesn't give a flying fuck at the moment. Let them hear the delicious sex they're having.
"Christian...harder. Please…" She begs him, clinging to the fitted sheet below her.
Christian yanks her hips back and pulls her up into a sitting position, pressing her back against his front. He begins to piston himself into her and she cries out through his harsh thrusts.
Anastasia reaches for his thighs and digs her nails into them, holding on for dear life. He's fucking her so hard and so fast, her mind can't seem to function. All she feels is the pleasure he's ramming into her, his hands that are gripping her around the waist, and his breath against her ear as he pants. She manages to reach back to cup the back of his head and pulls his head towards hers for a rough, searing kiss before she explodes.
Her hips and body begin to writhe away from him from the force of her orgasm, but he holds her steady, flexing his hips into her so he can enjoy the way her muscles clamp around him and milk him with each throb of her orgasm. He's thankful for the oral she gave him earlier. It gives him more stamina and he's able to keep himself from coming with her.
When she relaxes back against him, he leans over and lays her on her side before laying in front of her. He takes her leg and pulls it up high along his ribs and slides in flush against her, easing himself in again.
"Oh…" She bites her lip as he begins to move again. "You're like a machine…" She giggles and it causes her center to clench around him, making him let out his own moan.
"You feel too good to stop, Ana." He slides his head closer to her on the pillow until they're nose-to-nose. This is such an intimate position and it might be his favorite with her. He loves how close their bodies are.
As he moves, they press kiss after kiss to each other's lips while Anastasia massages his scalp with her fingertips and he explores and caresses every inch of her body with his own fingertips.
"Ana...touch me." He's never been touched during sex, but he craves it with her. Her hand slides down his neck and both of her hands begin to run over his chest and abdomen.
He hums against her lips. "I love when you touch me."
Anastasia can feel herself choking up at his words. She knows she's the only one that can touch him freely, but it seems to mean more during this intimate time. She forces her tears back by swallowing hard.
"Me, too. I love your skin." His skin has always been so soft against his firm muscular form. She's always thought there wasn't an ounce of fat or softness to him until she gripped his backside for the first time tonight. Her fingertips were able to grab onto his round backside and squeeze. It makes her want to reach down and smack it. She now understands Christian's fondness with smacking her own backside.
The hand to the arm pinned under her traces the contours of his abdominal muscles while the other hand wanders around to his back, where she begins to massage his muscles.
"Oh, Ana… that's incredible." Christian grips her hip and picks up his pace.
"Yes, Christian, yes… just like that… don't stop!" Anastasia can feel the beginning flutter of yet another orgasm.
"Let go, baby. I'm right there with you." Christian's voice is strangled and he clenches his jaw, trying to keep himself from coming long enough to get her there one last time. He feels his balls tighten and every muscle in his legs and stomach clench, holding his orgasm at bay. Come on, Ana…
Right when he's about to explode, she cries out and wraps her arm around his shoulders, hugging him tightly against her as she shatters in front of him. He feels his whole body go rigid and his fingernails bite into the side of her hips as he explodes inside of her, calling out her name as he releases. Ana. His Ana. It's all thanks to her.
Both of their bodies slump into the bed and Anastasia rolls onto her back to try to catch her breath.
"Holy shit." Christian mumbles, holding his palm to his chest. It feels like his heart is going to beat right out of his chest and go flying around the room. It's the most intense experience he's ever had. She's incredible. Sex with her is incredible.
"Hmm." Anastasia lays there like a ragdoll unwilling to put forth any more effort into speaking. She's absolutely exhausted, but so incredibly sated.
Christian reaches over and runs his hand along her small bump. "So, what'd you buy?"
She turns her head toward him. "What do you mean?"
A smile forms on his face. "Sawyer said you went down to some sex shop down the street and you came out with a bag."
Anastasia winces. Sawyer is her CPO, but to avoid any eyebrow raises, Christian has Sawyer working away from her office. She had completely forgot that she was being watched. Sawyer has never set foot in her office and she had forgot he was even there.
"Where was he hiding, Christian?"
He laughs. "In the diner across the street."
She covers her face with her hands.
"So, what'd you buy?"
"That isn't any of your business. It's personal."
"I want to know!"
"Why?"
"So, I can picture you using it."
She rolls her eyes.
"Don't roll your eyes at me, Steele. You got it because of me, didn't you? Because of that dream you had? So...I deserve to know."
"You are so inappropriate."
Chuckling, he slides closer to her and pulls her to his chest. "And what we just did is?"
She licks her bottom lip, giving in. "Fine. I bought a vibrator. Happy?"
"Ecstatic. What color is it? What does it look like? What brand is it?"
Rolling her eyes, she pushes away from him and begins to climb out of bed. "Aren't you hungry? It's time for dinner." She heads to his drawers and pulls out one of his blue t-shirts to slip over her head.
Christian watches her naked form look for one of his shirts. When she's clothed and her body is no longer exposed to him, he concedes. "Alright, dinner time." He's hoping that their little romp didn't make the food in the warming rack dry out. On his way out of the room to check, he passes Anastasia and gets a good slap in to her bare backside.
"Ouch!" She scowls at the back of him, rubbing her sore backside. Revenge is sweet, Grey. He better watch his own ass, now.
A/N: So, they finally did the deed! Let me know if you'd like a teaser for 16!