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Chapter 14

"Ana, nothing would make me happier than to make love to you. You're sure?" I nod.

He stands and steps out of the bath, pulls the towel from the warmer and wraps it around his waist. He helps me get out since I can't exactly stand on my broken foot.

"Do you need to pee or brush your teeth…or do whatever it is girls do before bed." He is very much out of his element I think and its hilarious to see him uncomfortable.

"I just need a glass of water to take my pain pill later. Can you please take me to bed now sir?"

He's wrapped me in an enormous towel, soft and warm, and carried me to his bed. Fuck me, towel warmers are the bomb...must get one of those.

He sets me on top of the very soft and fluffy comforter. Most guys could give a shit less if they even have sheets on their bed and this one has fucking designer sheets, a matching comforter, and a big throw pillow in the middle. That must be Keegan's doing. I wonder if he picked out the artwork in this place. I recognized a few pieces; I bet they aren't reproductions. These Grey men have more money than sense so it would seem logical to have original artwork. Kate said that Elliott's house is right out of a god damn magazine. I'm curious why Christian lives in a penthouse apartment when Elliott has a big house. I'll have to ask him about that.

With the towel around his waist, he walks into his closet. I see him open the door on a small fridge. Damn he's got this place set up right. I see he has two bottles of water in his hand. Alright let's get it on buddy boy. I'm ready to bump and grind. Can you tell I'm excited?

I know it's gonna hurt like a motherfucker. His dick should have its own zip code it's so big and my…my umm, I can't say vagina, it's too clinical. My C U Next Tuesday is too vulgar...even I know that. So what euphemism shall I choose? Vajajay...too Oprah, Lady Bits...too prude, Lady Parts…too scientific, Snatch…too white trash, Beaver…too outdoorsy and white trash, Love Taco…well hopefully he will be hungry but no good, Kitty…I am 21 not 12, Punani…too Caribbean, Cooch or Cooter…too hillbilly, twat…too uneducated, Cock Holster…too violent, Honey Pot…I got nothing but it really should not make any reference to food, that is just wrong, Cha Cha...too Dancing with the Stars, Catcher's Mitt…too sporty, Crotch Cobbler…is that food related again or reference to a shoe guy? Pussy…again too young but it might work in a pinch. What about Vag…is that too snooty like my vagina is too good to be called a vagina? Hoo ha isn't awful…I think I'll stick with those two, they seem the lesser of all vulgar and inappropriate euphemisms but still get the point across.

Sitting on the edge of the bed I put my brace back on.

"Ana do you want this pillow for under your foot?" He's talking about the big throw pillow. I giggle.

"Did you do the interior design or Keegan?"

"What gave it away…the pillow? They're everywhere. I actually had a hand in it but for the most part, it's him. Foot?"

"Yes, we can use that for my foot if you think Keegan won't get upset," I smirk and let out a little chuckle.

He shakes his head, "Get in bed Anastasia."

I fling off my towel and bounce my way up to the top of the bed and maneuver my way under the covers. Christian follows and reaches over to turn off the side table light. The lights from the city shine through the vast windows bathing the room in just enough light so that we can still see one another. I hear a drawer open and close. Condom? Not that I don't trust he's not acquired some communicable disease, I'm just not looking to have his baby anytime soon. The pill is not one hundred percent so wrap that big boy up!

He rolls over so he's facing me. I feel his feet touching mine and Sargent Shlong is up to bat. I feel a soft peck on the lips.

"Anastasia, can I just say that you are a very peculiar yet adorable woman. I love your quirkiness and especially your honesty. You make me laugh like I've never laughed before and you being in my life makes me want to be a better man."

"You do know that you are going to get laid tonight, right?" I joke.

He laughs, "Shut up and come here."

Mindful of my foot, he gently pulls me on top of him. It's a little awkward because he's so fucking tall and we don't line up right. Maybe we should have thought this through a little better. We start kissing. At first, they are soft, delicate brushes on the lips that gradually gain in intensity. His fingertips lightly skim up and down my back. He pulls my hair from the confines of the clip, letting it fall down my back, and he gathers it and twists it around his hand. I gently run my fingers through his hair. I don't know how long we stay like this, making out like a couple of teenagers, but I don't care, it's all consuming. He rolls me over onto my back.

I shifted under him, he pulls me tighter into his embrace, holding my face between his hands as he kisses me. My arms circled his neck, pulling him even closer. He begins trailing kisses along the curve of my ear and down my neck and back up again. As he moves a stray hair from my face, his eyes catch mine. What I feel for this man at this moment is astonishing. His hands curl around mine; our fingers weaved together. His touch transforms me. His mouth finds mine, and then he begins kissing down my neck until he finds my breasts.

"That feels amazing," I sigh and watch him. His tongue flicks across my left nipple and his mouth zeros in, taking me between his lips. His teeth softly encircled me, biting gently. "Oh my God," I cry out, letting him know how much I am enjoying this. His teeth nibble more insistently. When he's had his fill, his left-hand moves down my leg, brushing his hand over my well-groomed hoo-ha. Yes, I said it. I'm not completely bare though, that's just too weird for me. It's like looking at myself when I was ten. He's obviously hair aware too since he's done some manscaping as well. Not bare but nicely trimmed.

Looking down at him, I'm caught off guard by the depth of desire I see staring back at me. The feel of his eyes is distracting, and I groan as he parts my legs and settles between them. He slides a finger inside me. Son of a bitch! I think he's going to torture me with those long sexy fingers, but instead, I feel his lips wrap around my clit. His mouth is warm and feels divine as he nibbles and sucks on the tiny plump bundle of nerves; exploring, teasing and tasting. I'm holding my breath in anticipation for what comes next.

"Pardonnez-moi mon père oui je suis un pécheur. Jésus ne vous arrêtez pas."

He stops momentarily, "Breath Anastasia ou je vais arrêter."

What the fuck! I sit up, and I see him eyeballing me, "You speak French?" He nods and gives me a crooked smirk, but doesn't miss a beat. Huh, you learn something every day. Go figure.

I lie back and close my eyes so he can continue with his tongue torture. The only sounds I hear is from our ragged breath and the faint noise of the city below.

My back arches and I can't help but groan at this new and incredible sensation.

"Oh God, Christian."

He continues to gently and slowly stroke his tongue up and down my swollen sex. I inhale deeply each time his tongue moves up and exhale as it goes down. He continued this torture for a few minutes. He leisurely moves his tongue to my entrance and continues to tease my clit with his finger. My eyes shoot wide open and once again my back arches, and my legs slam closed around his head when suddenly he plunged his tongues as far as it would go.

"Holy fuck." I gasped.

I release the leg lock on his head and look down at him.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

"Hmmmm." I mumble.

Christian's response was to move up and gently suck on my clit again causing me to take a quick breath. When he pulled his lips away, he begins lapping at my clit. After just a few minutes my body starts squirming, and my breathing becomes shallow and rapid. God damn I don't want this to end. I could let him do this all day.

Knowing I'm close to orgasm again, Christian starts swirling his tongue around my clit. I roll my head and shoulders side to side on the bed and grab and pull at the bed sheets. This is driving me insane. He gives one last lick, and I cry out in delight as my body begins to shudder under the intensity of my impending orgasm.

Gasping for breath, I watch Christian as he kisses around my inner thighs. What…Don't fucking stop…I was right there! When he catches my eyes, he smiles and laughs a little before moving his tongue back to my extremely sensitive clit. A gentle flick of his tongue sends my entire body into a frenzy. He continues to teasingly suck and lap at my pussy for a while then plunges his tongue into me again. He keeps me on the edge of orgasm for just a few minutes before he finally gives me the release I am desperately chasing.

A deep guttural moan seemed to emanate from every part of my body. As my orgasm subsided my body goes limp and my eyes close. When I opened them, I see Christian rolling a condom on his very large and in charge cock. He then moves into position over me.

"I take it that you enjoyed that? Are you ready for this baby?" He asks, cock in hand.

"Yes...yes...please," I beg. I've never begged for anything in my life but if he doesn't hurry I'm going to lose my shit. My nether regions are on fire, and my entire body is still quivering from that amazing orgasm.

I lie back, close my eyes and feel him part my legs again. He moves up so he can kiss me once more. I taste myself on his lips. Hmm…it's not nearly as gross as I imagined.

"You're so beautiful Anastasia, I love making you come. I want to be the only one who get to pleasure you," He whispers. "I will go slow, but it might hurt a bit."

Yes, I'm acutely aware that this going to feel like trying to push a bus through a duck's ass.

He guides his very sizable and very hard cock through my evident arousal. Satisfied, he begins to slowly enter me. I immediately tense. I realize that having sex is like cooking a turkey. Make sure you warm up the oven before you go shoving things in.

"Baby, relax. I will do everything I can to keep it from being painful but if you are tense it's only going to hurt more. Relax my beautiful girl." He kisses me then goes back to the task at hand…inserting his Herman von Longschlongenstein.

I lie back, close my eyes and take a deep breath. Just then I feel it. He is at my entrance knocking and requesting permission to enter. Maybe I should just tell him to do it quick. Not wham bam thank you ma'am quick but I've just voted my hymen off the island quick. He assured me that he'll fit. I feel myself stretching as he begins to slowly push. Just as I think this isn't going to hurt, he pushes further, and that's when I feel the pinch. My body tightened. The instinct to push him away was intense. I hear his quick intake of breath. Yowzers that smarts; bringing tears to my eyes. My breathing was hard. I knew the pain would cease, I just had to be patient. I flexed my fingers and slowly open my eyes; blue orbs to gray. I licked my lips, and my chest rose as I took a deep breath. I hissed when Christian partially pulled his hard cock out of me.

"You okay baby? I'm going to move." Yes, please move God damn it!

It took me a minute before I am completely relaxed and then after several more caressing strokes my body welcomed his. His thrusts start off slow, deliberate. Instinctively my hips rise to meet him pulling him deep inside me, my hands tightened around his forearms. I cried out in pleasure as he continued to move, letting him fill me again and again until there was no empty space. Eyes closed, he increases his pace. My heart races as my body heats up. My mind was no longer focused on what had occurred or the pain, but what was occurring.

"You feel so good Anastasia," he whispers, it's obvious he can't hold back much longer. He is now stretched out over the top of me, and my hands lock onto his shoulders, his breath against my face and his voice in my ear, urging me.

"Oh fuck baby," He gasps as I put my lips to his ear, whispering his name over and over like some religious chant. He feathered kisses down my neck to my collarbone, and my breath catches in my throat. His relentless thrusting brings about a sensation throughout my body, unlike anything I've ever experienced. The sensation of my walls contracting is eclipsed by a slight feeling of weakness in my limbs, and a building tension at the base of my stomach. The tightness continues to surge.

"Ana, baby are you going to come? You're so fucking tight I can't hold off much longer."

That's all I needed to hear. I am nothing but a current of pleasure, pleasure breathing in and gushing out over and over. There's a wave starting, a creeping sensation that begins at the top of my thighs. It's building.

"Jesus…fuck. Baby, I'm almost there. Oh god, it feels so fucking good," Christian calls out.

"Oh fuck …Christian. Don't stop, don't stop God damn it." I roared.

I try to relax and let go. I'm on the brink of something, unsure of what but then it hits me like a giant tidal wave. Not just one wave but several, running from the depths of my stomach, pushing relief through my muscles, then quickly retreating back to my stomach and my throbbing pussy. Up, back, up and back again. It started strong and powerful but its gradually calming. The wave hits again, and my body slams against the shore as my climax tear through me. My eyes rolled, my back arched and my muscles contracting around him.

"Oh my God." My fingers curl into the sheets, and I feel as if I was hitting the rocky shores of the Pacific Ocean.

"Fuck," I yelled and stilled. Tears threatening to fall. Not because of pain; because of overwhelming feelings of something I've never felt before.

Christian makes one last plunge into my slick throbbing pussy. The second he realized my orgasm hit I feel him stiffen…he's riding out his own release with short, quick spurts. His head thrown back, veins in this neck throbbing, his face contorted in pleasure. My thighs are trembling, and my arms feel weak. My throat was dry, my lips sore from biting. Every muscle ached, even my fingers were tingling.

He pulls out and collapses next to me gasping for air. His arms wrap around me, and he pulls me close. I'm on my side, our legs entwined. His lips reach mine, and we exchange soft kisses.

He brushes my hair from my face, "Anastasia, I have no words."

I giggle and feel his chin resting on the top of my head. "Good fucking God Christian, that was …amazing. Did you feel the electricity coursing through us? I've never felt anything remotely close to that feeling." He kisses my head.

"That was a first for me. Can I ask you something, Ana?"

"Yes, of course. What is it? Did you not enjoy yourself? Did I do something wrong? I did, didn't I?"

He touches his finger to my lips, "Shhh…Ana. You did everything right. I can't wait to do that again."

"Oh. Okay, what did you want to ask me?"

"Will you be my girlfriend?" He says quietly. This man is something else. He brings me to tears again.

I rub the tears from my eyes and sniffle, "Christian, I would love nothing more. Well, maybe not nothing…." I nudge his side with my elbow. "Yes, of course, I would be honored to be your girlfriend."

Hot fucking damn. Who got laid…Who has a boyfriend? Ana, Ana, Bobana, Banana, Bana, Fofana Fi, Fai, Mo, Mana. Ana!

"Are you tired…sore? I wasn't too rough, was I?" He asks.

"I am tired. I think the drama of the day finally caught up to me. Sore…a little but I guess that's to be expected and no you weren't too rough. It was absolutely perfect and everything and more. I couldn't have asked for anything better for my first time. Thank you for making it so special."

"Well, it was my pleasure. I had plans to make it really romantic but tonight just sort of happened, right? I'm not tired, just very relaxed." He yawns. I call bullshit. He's been up since five this morning.

"I need to take my pain pill." I scoot over to the side table to grab the water and my pill. I'm so fucking thirsty I drink the whole bottle. I guess that is what hot sex will do to you. I roll back over into Christian's open arms. We lie there for a few minutes, silent, embracing one another.

"Anastasia, I don't know if this is the right time to bring this up, but have you given any thought of my offer to come work at GEH?"

Fuck me. I was hoping this wasn't going to come up tonight. I can't deny that working at GEH would be a great opportunity. What's that saying, "Don't shit where you eat." This has the potential to be disastrous if something happened with our relationship and we weren't together. We're just starting out. What would people think of him bringing his girlfriend on board?

"I have given it a little thought. I'm just not sure it's a good idea, Christian."

"Why do you think that? I'm very curious because I believe that it would be great experience for you. GEH would be gaining someone who's smart, eager to learn and could make an impact in the M&A world. The fact you speak three other languages fluently, have a degree in international business, and I'd never let you fail all make a good argument why you should accept my offer."

"What would people think of you hiring your girlfriend?"

"I don't give a flying fuck what people think Ana. It is my company; I make the rules. I can change the rules. If someone doesn't like it, I'd be all too happy to show them the door myself."

"Will you tell me about Daniel and why you don't like him. I have an idea, but I want you to tell me."

"Can we please save that for another discussion. I am very much enjoying lying here in the dark talking about us. Talking about Daniel O'Brien will put me in a bad mood. I don't want to be in a bad mood after that mind-blowing sex we just had."

Mind-blowing, really. I would agree. "Fine. But, we will talk about this. I am like a fucking elephant; I don't forget anything Grey. You'd be smart to remember that," I chuckle.

I can barely keep my eyes open. God damn pain pill is kicking my ass.

"Deal. We will talk about this another time. Now I just want to hold you in my arms and fall asleep."

"Sounds wonderful." I feel his hand on my face and his lips on mine. This kiss feels different. This is my boyfriend kissing me. The man whom I gave my virginity. The man I am falling in love with.

"Good night baby. I hope you sleep well. Wake me if you need anything."

"Good night Christian."

Translation:

"Pardonnez-moi mon père oui je suis un pécheur. Jésus ne vous arrêtez pas." - Forgive me father, yes I am a sinner. Jesus do not stop.

He stops momentarily, "Breath Anastasia ou je vais arrêter." - Breath Anastasia or I'll stop."