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"Have you decided what you want to do?" Christian sits his laptop back on the coffee table and scoots closer to me.
I nod as I lean my head on his shoulder. "I want to watch a movie." Movies- tv- is something we never do. Obviously, I'd rather go to a bookstore and find a new novel to burry my soul in, but walking around does not sound appealing
He raises his eyebrows. "A movie? We don't really own any... We might have to buy it somewhere."
"Well what movies do you own?" I glance around. To think of it, I have never seen a single DVD in this place. Suddenly he looks shy, childlike. "What?"
He shrugs. "I only own classics."
"Classics like Casablanca or Gone with the Wind?"
His laugh startles me a little. "Classics like Star Wars, Back to the Future, the Goonies."
"Oh." I laugh, but my mind wanders. I see a little blond-haired boy with big eyes sitting in a theater, overjoyed, as Luke Skywalker jedi-trains with Yoda. It's such a clear picture I've never imagined before, so un-fifty, so vulnerable and youthful. "I think Star Wars sounds perfect." Maybe then I could see that image in real life.I snicker at him and end my daydream.
"You have seen Star Wars, right? Because I'm not about to sit here with some wench that doesn't even know the power of the force."
My laughter hurts my rib cage. "Yes, Christian, I grew up with Ray. You think he didn't educate me on everything Star Wars? I was Padme for Halloween in the fourth grade."
He smiled impossibly wider. "Padmé?
"Laia was overdone." I shrug.
"You will never cease to amaze me, Mrs. Grey." In his eyes is that twinkle of absolute love. He closes them and leans in and crashes his lips to mine. He tastes of Christian and orange juice- and I can't get enough. I want to be tangled around him; I want him to possess every inch of me... the kiss breaks off. I know he wants me just as badly, the electricity between us could run the entirety of Seattle. I can almost hear the buzzing and hissing of it passing between us.
He pecks my lips and moves to where my head is once again resting on his shoulder. "Do you want to do that now or later?"
"Nighttime sounds better for a movie," I flicker my eyes towards the Tv that is reflecting light off the window.
"Sounds like a date, then." He says matter-of-factly. "But what about until then?"
Instead of thinking, I listen to my body. My stomach is full, my head is spinning... my back aches. "I kind of want a nap." I am a shell of who I used to be, sleep has become all I ever do, but that's just what happens when you take pain killers every twelve hours.
He helps me walk to our bedroom slowly. I curl into his chest on the bed and yawn. He begins rubbing my back in circular motions. It's enough to make me fall soundly asleep.
Per usual I am dazed when I wake up. The light in the window is golden- it's sunset. I'm not surprised, I've been waking up around sunset every day after my afternoon nap. Christain is usually in his office catching up with work. I wish he had gone back days ago, he's the CEO for crying out loud, he shouldn't be missing work just for a few cuts and bruises. I sigh and sit up, stretching and looking around. I hear the shower running. So, he's not working... interesting.
I could use a shower, maybe I could join- stop.
I look down at the sheets.
I want him so badly. I want to do what we do the best. As I listen closer, I hear music playing. I can't make out the words, I just hear Christain's voice mirroring a womans. It makes me smile as I drop my feet out of the bed and stumble up right. I walk slowly into my closet and grab a white shirt, bralette, clean panties, socks, and leggings. I set them down on the bench and then I see myself in the mirror.
Honestly, I don't look that bad. The bruises are fading into deep yellows, and the cuts are crusted over. The worst part about me is my jagged fingernails, all different lengths, the peeling cuticles, and my shallow eyes. I hear the water cutoff and hurry to get dressed.
Christain walks in moments later wearing only a towel around his waist. I look down his body slowly, I don't care if he notice's me ogling him- this is the most naked I'd seen him in weeks. When my eyes meet his, I notice his smile. "Enjoying the view?"
Oh, so much. I nod and bite my lip. "Yes." My eyes never leave his.
He scowls. "You can't be kinky right now, Ana."
"Why not?" I say in a lecherous voice as I slowly sit down on the bench behind me. See? I sat by myself, now let me touch you... "I can sit all by myself." I say proudly before returning to biting my lip.
He stalks over to me; I watch beads of water drip down his chest. My stomach catches on fire instantly, stripping my inner goddess and pinning her down. "You hardly sat down by yourself. I don't think sex is going to help that." Although his voice is hard, I can hear him breaking. He stops walking once he's a foot away from me. I stare up at him with big eyes. "Ana," it's a plea, he wants me too.
"What?" And suddenly I'm not hurt, not in pain, my fingernails aren't jagged, and my sex drive is through the roof. "You don't want me?" I smile as innocently as I can before running both of my hands down his chest. I feel my arousal as his body quivers under my touch.
Christain's hands grab mine and push them away forcefully. "Ana, you know I want you, but you're hurt and-"
"I'm fine," I throw my arms up in the air, "I'm just sore, it's nothing I can't handle! We can go slow." I break the words, and the eye contact. My chin drops and I stare down at my blue socks. "I want you." Before I can stop it, a tear falls down my cheek.
A warm, firm hand grabs my chin and pulls it up. His thumb darts over to wipe the tear before he speaks. "Why are you crying? Because of what I said?" He sounds devastated.
I nod. "I want you... please..."
And with a growl low in his throat, his lips are on mine.
He gently lowers me onto the bed, his left hand behind my head. His eyes haven't left mine yet, and I am deeply appreciative of it. All the times I've wondered off last week... all daydreams and wet dreams... it's finally coming true. Those eyes so full of love and desire, it sends an electrical shock right down my body. By now his towel has slipped off and I can see just how much he missed me too.
"Are you okay?" He removes his hand from under my head and scoots me down a little. I nod and blush.
His lips find mine again and I drink him in greedily. He tastes of Christain. I moan quietly as my arms wrap around his neck to deepen the kiss. He groans back, a sound I missed dearly, and pushes his tongue against mine. The hand that used to support my head is now going down my body, making me gasp out loud. The kiss stops and I open my eyes, only to find him staring at me, smirking. "I could watch you like this all day." He runs his hand across my thigh and squeezes, making me jump up into his hand. He smirks wider at my response.
I bite my lip. "Then do it."
"Don't test me," and suddenly his palm is against my sex, pushing and rubbing.
I close my eyes and throw my head back. This is the most human I've felt in two weeks. He rubs a little more before stopping and pulling at my leggings. I gladly oblige and lift my hips to easy his access. He scoots them off and throws them across the room before he tugs at my shirt. Once it's off, his fingers are pulling my sports bra off. He smiles as they make a 'thud' hitting the floor, and then he's climbing over me, kissing his way up.
His lips are hot against my skin, yet they leave goosebumps in their path. He skips his way up to my breast, looks me in the eyes, and takes a nipple in between his lips.
"Ah!" It's exquisite, exotic, and teasing. I throw my arms back to stretch my breasts out for him and lean my mouth into my arm. He sucks, pulls, and bites gently at my nipple before skipping to the other. "Oh god!" I can't stop myself from arching up into him. His right arm snakes around my waist and holds me there, like a rag doll, completely in his control. The nipple play is light, but after so long without it, I'm convulsing and shaking in his hands.
His teeth graze my nipple lightly, rolling it back and forth. I'm already so close... "Please!" I scream louder than I expect and arch my body up more.
I hear him groan as he removes his arm from under me and then uses those fingers to pull and twist at mt another nipple. "Christain, ah!" And he pulls and bites harder, successfully making my body thrash into the bed as the waves of pleasure crash into me. I'm vaguely aware of him moving between my legs and pushing my panties to the side before he begins rubbing himself against me, jerking off into my clit.
It's so fucking hot I could come again. Instead, I raise my hips up to grant his access.
He groans and slowly inches in.
It hurts, but it's not terrible. I close my eyes and focus on my breathing. After what seems two minutes, he's one with me, finally. I let out a groan and open my eyes to look up at him. He's smiling down at me and a little 'v' pulls his eyebrows together. I don't speak, instead I squeeze him deeper into me to let him know I'm okay. He groans and begins thrusting.