Chapter Eleven
I apologise for any mistakes! Enjoy.
Saturday 11th June 2011
I wake in Christian's arms, he's holding me tight as though he's afraid I'm going to leave him. I never could, I know last night I said that I'll be here for as long as he wants me to be but even then I'm not one hundred percent certain I could ever walk away. The love I feel for him is stronger than anything I've ever felt or read.
I roll over so he's on his back and I'm lying on top of him. He looks so young and carefree in sleep, a slight smile on his face, still holding me. I could watch him sleep for the rest of my life, I grin thinking of last night how he loved me all night long. I want him again, but I don't want to wake him. I raise my eyebrow as an idea forms. I move under the covers kissing from his neck, to his chest, his stomach, further down until I see his morning glory. His breathing changes, he's waking up. I pepper kisses up and down his shaft, licking his balls before working my way back up taking as much of his erection into my mouth as I can fit. I start sucking, I scrape my teeth from bottom to top.
"FUCK, ANA!" His hands are now grabbing my hair pulling it, then holding my head in place so I can suck him harder. I continue,
"I'm going to, Ana..." He sighs I pull my head up, stopping. He falls back on the bed, annoyed I stopped his orgasm.
"Ana, why did you stop." He moans, I blow him a kiss before taking his erection in my mouth once more. Sucking him harder than before, harder, using my teeth I tease him.
"Ana! Fuck." He breathes. I know he's about to come, I keep sucking him then, he comes in my mouth, I swallow every little drop, drinking all of his release. I move up so I can look into his eyes, he pulls my face to his kissing me. I pull him forward by the shoulders so I can wrap my arms around his back stroking him, revelling in being able to touch him freely. I stop kissing him for a moment so I can whisper in his ear.
"Christian, I need you. Please, make love to me." He moans into my mouth, one of his arms reaches in between us so he can line his erection with my core before pushing himself inside me. I feel full, whole, loved. He moves slowly, worshiping my body, I worship his. I kiss his chest, his neck. He kisses my shoulders, my lips, my nose all over my face. I feel so loved it brings tears to my eyes, he stops moving when he sees the tears falling.
"Baby, what's wrong?" He asks his face full of fear.
"I'm happy, truly happy." I smile
"Me too, Ana." He whispers moving once more.
We groan our climaxes together, he tries to move off of me but I hold him down. He rests his face in the crook of my neck kissing me tenderly, holding me tighter. We doze for another hour, when we wake I need the bathroom but don't want to move Christian. I need to though, I kiss his face.
"Best way to wake up, well apart from the best blow job of my life." He grins.
"Knowing how many women you've had, that is a true compliment." I laugh. "Can you move now, I need the bathroom."
"I never want you to leave me, but I love to watch you walking away from me." He grins from the bed making me giggle. I finish in the bathroom to see Christian sat up in bed on his phone, I find his shirt from last night and put it on.
"I'm hungry. Do you have a waffle iron?" I ask with a yawn.
"No, sorry."
"Pancakes will have to do, I'll go online later and buy us one. I love waffles." I grin picking up my iPod along the way.
"I'll pay for it." He offers
"No you won't, you say this is my home to, so I want to feel like I'm contributing in some way." I implore.
"Okay, you win. Now go make me breakfast woman." He laughs.
"Neanderthals don't get to eat syrup off of their girlfriends breasts in the kitchen." I warn leaving the room, lifting the bottom of his shirt up to flash him my bare ass.
Whisking the pancake mixture I laugh out loud as the next song comes on.
She was a fast machine
She kept her motor clean
She was the best damn woman I had ever seen
She had the sightless eyes
Telling me no lies
Knockin' me out with those American thighs
Taking more than her share
Had me fighting for air
She told me to come but I was already there
'Cause the walls start shaking
The earth was quaking
My mind was aching
And we were making it and you
Shook me all night long
Yeah you shook me all night long
I sing along to Angus Young's penetrating voice, flipping the pancakes. When I hear another voice singing along.
Shook me all night long
Yeah you shook me all night long
And knocked me out and then you
Shook me all night long
Christian joins me holding my hips as they sway to the beat of the music.
"I can't believe I'm here with you like this, considering this time last week." He reminisces
"I'm so glad you safeworded."
"Me too." He kisses me softly, then harder.
"After breakfast."
"Can I have you for breakfast?" He leers, I only have two buttons on his shirt done up.
"Pancakes, bacon and syrup for breakfast. Only." I say turning back to the pancakes. "Can you set the table please, honey?" I sweetly ask.
"Yes, dear." He grins.
"I need something to wear tonight. And a haircut." I say as we eat our breakfast.
"Haven't you looked through all of the clothes in our closet?" He asks with a raised eyebrow.
"I've been avoiding it. Is there a gown there?"
"There's a few. I have a few masks you can try on."
"Can we think about new things for the playroom another time, please?" He has a one track mind, I swear. He throws his head back laughing, like a little kid.
"It's a masquerade ball." He condescendingly replies.
"Oh."
"You'd be open to going back in the playroom?" I can't read his expression.
"Yes. I'd like all the belts and other stuff I'm not comfortable with to be taken out. But, that world is a part of you. As long as we're clear with each other and take our time." I smile.
"I'm not comfortable right now, you nearly left me, Ana. I can't." He mutters.
"That's okay, if we decide to play we could choose some toys and take them to our bedroom." I suggest.
"That sounds perfect." He grins.
"I still need my haircut." I point out.
"I'm sure we can sort something out after breakfast. I used to own a salon with Elena, but I took my backing out yesterday."
"Really?"
"I don't want anything to do with her, baby. Especially since tomorrow we're talking to my parents. My mother was ecstatic I asked if we could go round for Sunday lunch." He trails off with a deep sigh.
"They're your family, they love you. I promise you, even if they're angry at first it won't be directed at you. I believe the only thing they'll be mad at you for is not telling them."
"You can't know that."
"For sure? No, but give them time."
"I just don't want them to be disappointed with me."
"If they are it won't be for long, they love you. Truly love you. And I'll be here for you all the way through. I said last night, if I had my way we'd be together for the rest of our lives and beyond. I will support you all the way through this."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
"Marry me?"
"One day, yes." I reply grinning. I can see myself marrying him, we already live together so there's no rush.
We finish the rest of our breakfast in comfortable silence, I'm grinning at the thought of him in a tux. I want to jump him every morning when we leave for work, he looks so sexy in a suit. I imagine him in a tux at our wedding.
I'm putting our dishes in the sink when suddenly Christian picked me up putting me on the counter kissing me feverishly.
"I need you." He growls in my ear ripping his shirt buttons before feasting on my breasts, I use my feet to slide his pyjama pants down freeing his erection.
"Fuck, Christian I need you now." I moan. He guides himself into my wet core. "Harder, Christian, harder." I moan pulling him closer to me, he thrusts wildly until I'm a screaming, shuddering, mess on the counter. We sigh deeply after our climaxes trying to get our breath back but failing, I can't help but grin as I look into his eyes. He kisses me sweetly, then it turns feverish again. We need each other once more. My eyes closed nibbling his neck I don't see anyone coming into the room until...
"Oh my god bro, when you invited us over I didn't expect a show!" Elliot moans in disgust.