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Chocolate cake is my favorite dessert. Since I was a child living with the crack whore and then transitioning to a Grey, all throughout my fucked up teen years and now as an adult, chocolate cake has always been the most delicious dessert I've tasted. I couldn't think that there could ever be anything that tasted better.

How fucking wrong was I?

"Christian!" Ana moans, her fingers tangling in my hair and trying to push my face further down on her pussy. I have her thighs wide for me as I suck on the chocolate frosting I'd smeared over her clit and opening. To give her an idea of how swell chocolate and her taste together, I thrust the fingers I'd used to smear the desert on her into her open mouth. She groans and starts sucking eagerly.

Ana sits at the edge of her bed while I'm kneeling on her carpeted floor. Her dress and heels had come off seconds after we shut her front door. I'm shirtless and still have my pants and shoes on. Her legs are spread wide on my shoulders and I'm restless just imagining when I'll be having them wrapped around my hips. Of course, she needs to come a few times before that happens. I was brought up to be a gentleman.

As I finish licking off the last of the frosting on her, Ana cries out around my fingers, "Christian! I'm coming!" Her thighs clamp around my head as her climax comes. I feel as if she were pulling my hair from my roots, but I don't care. I continue to suck on her clit as she convulses around me. I rub my cock harshly through my pants with my free hand to try to ease the tension, but the sharp pain of Ana's teeth digging into my fingers makes it difficult. I groan against her pussy just as she is beginning to calm down.

Satisfied that I'd made her come in less than a minute, I retract my hand from Ana's mouth and lift my head. Ana is breathing hard; her beautiful blue eyes are squeezed shut. Her hands haven't left my hair. Knowing that I'd come like a teenager should I enter her now, I decide to let her have another orgasm while I tug one out. Admiring her heaving tits just above my face, I reach out beside Ana to the plate that holds a single slice of the chocolate cake. I dip my fingers and scoop out frosting and cake. I rise slightly from my position and smear the dessert all over her chest and nipples. Quickly, I release my cock from the confines of my pants and start jerking my hand up and down. With some tension easing, I wrap my free arm around Ana's tiny waist and bring her chest down to my lips.

"Oh, Christian," Ana sighs as I attack her tits with my mouth. "I want you inside me now." When I don't respond, she repeats breathily, "I want you inside me, damn it." To appease her, I release my cock and shove my fingers in her. Fuck, I'm unquestionably going to come like a fucking adolescent that first discovers his cock.

"Christian," Ana moans, "you know that's not what I meant. Oh, fuck." She keeps moaning and starts to thrust her hips against my hand.

Releasing a nipple from my mouth, I say, "That doesn't sound like a complaint."

Breathily, she responds, "I like your fingers just fine, but I'd prefer your huge cock." Her hands in my hair, she tugs my face upward and lands a hot, open-mouthed kiss on me. After wrapping an arm around my neck to keep me in place—she's so cute—she attempts to yank my fingers out of her, but I stay put. "Please, Christian," she begs against my mouth after a few moments.

Oh, fuck it. By the way she's clenching my fingers, I'd say she was seconds from coming. Anyways, we have all night.

I remove my fingers and pull away from her. Ana is panting and shaking. I rise to my feet as she gives me a toothy, satisfied smile. What a brat, I think fondly. I remove my trousers, shoes, and socks in record time. Ana eyes my cock with her bottom lip between her teeth. She scoots her bottom to the center of her tiny bed and lays back, leaving her thighs parted for me. Too horny to be mindful of my less than graceful movements, I pounce on her in one second. I pound into her tight warmth the next. A loud moan leaves me as I instantly set an unforgiving pace. Ana's hands are gripping my shoulders so hard, I know her nails will leave imprints that I will admire for days.

What is it about Ana that I'll allow her this close to me, so unrestrained and free? I'm supporting myself on my elbows, each on either side of her head as she buries her face into my neck. Her breaths are hot on my skin. Her cake-covered nipples rub roughly against my chest as her legs wrap around my hips. Her moans are so loud I'm sure her neighbors are getting quite the earful. All of this, this scene, is the most pleasurable moment of my life. Desire is hot in my veins as I drive in and out of her rapidly, allowing moans of my own to escape.

My orgasm is very close, but I don't want to come before Ana. I angle my hips and start to thrust against her G-spot. I know I found it when her moans become louder with my name being nearly screamed out. Feeling Ana beginning to clench tightly around me, I let go, calling out her name. I thrust into her sloppily a few times before I ejaculate deep into her as she comes.

"Christian!"

"Ana!"

I collapse on top of her, exhausted, but nowhere near done. I breathe in deeply and exhale into her tangled hair. Perhaps I should offer to brush and braid it for her before engaging in sex again. Ana releases her death grip on my shoulders. The sting from the damage her nails caused is felt.

"Sorry," Ana breathes while relocating her hands to my sides. She begins pushing on me slightly. "You're really heavy."

Taking that as my cue, I slip out of her and roll onto my back. Ana twists to her side, rests her head on my chest, and places her hand on my stomach. No pain or discomfort. It's as if she were created to fit against me perfectly, for only me. I wonder if my feelings for Anastasia are growing too fast. Does she feel the same way? Perhaps my sudden attachment towards her is stemmed from my never having a normal fling. For the first time in my life, I feel my age. I'm doing what I should be doing—one night stands, dates, sex with a beautiful woman that is spontaneous and hot. Of course, it's all with the same woman, though it feels right. Am I simply in lust with her? That might be it, but then why do I care if her days are spent good, if she gets home safely, and want to beat that ass of a boss of hers for forcing her without food? Is she as puzzled as me?

I take notice of my arm wrapped securely around her, keeping her tight to my side, and my fingers playing with hers on my stomach. Is having one night stands and cuddling with someone she barely knows a part of her normal? She is young, at that age where the world—and men—are at her pleasure. Also, coming from a heterosexual man with a high sex drive who sees beautiful women daily, Ana is the epitome of natural beauty whilst being kind and sweet. I have no doubts men and quite possibly a few women throw themselves at her on a regular basis. The question being: Does she let them in? I've gathered that she is friendly and open. I know she's quite experienced with sexual activities, but how many men has she experienced? It better not be a high number that'll give me the urge to take a shower. It's extremely hypercritical of me to think, but I can't help being possessive. Thinking back, she does seem a bit wide-eyed, giving off a sort of eagerness that I've never experienced with knowledgeable subs. So maybe she isn't a slut. But maybe that's how she acts during sex, so I can't be wholly certain. Would it be totally inappropriate of me to ask her?

I clear my throat. "How many sexual partners have you've had, Ana?" Please, for the sake of my sanity and your ex-lovers' lives, do not say a high number.

"Um—wh—what?" She stammers.

Holy fuck, it's going to be a high number. I take a discreet deep breath, pause to mentally prepare myself, and repeat, "How many sexual partners have you've had?"

She pulls away from me, and I let her go. "Why?"

"Just . . ." I trail off. Ana sits up and uses a pink blanket to cover her breasts. I sit up, too, scrambling for a better reason than to make sure you aren't a slut. "We aren't using protection, now or the first time we got together."

"I'm on birth control. I told you this already."

"You did, and I told you I was clean. I haven't been with anyone since you." Ana looks at me dumbfounded. Yeah, we should have had this discussion before fucking again, but the animals in us took control.

"I haven't been with anyone since you either. You don't have to worry." The uncomfortable expression on her face dissipates. "We're good."

There's an awkward pause until I prompt her again. "So, how many men have you been with?"

She rolls her eyes. "Do that again, and I'll take you across my knee," I warn.

"Promise?" She asks sweetly. Surprising me, Ana leans over and kisses me. After a second, she pulls back and whispers, "You've already threatened me with a spanking, but I think you're full of it." Ana drops her cover and climbs to sit on my lap with her knees on both sides of me. I feel her warmth pressed against me. I give into her for a moment, kissing her back with abandon. Maybe I'll get my answer this way.

I palm her breast and trail my other hand down to her ass. Feeling the frosting and crumbles on her nipple, I say, "Looks like I forgot to lick this off." My lips break from hers and travel down her neck, her collarbone, and finally her breasts. She rises on her knees to give me better access. I start cleaning her skin free of our dessert as my hands massage her ass. Her breathing gets heavy, so I move my fingers to her core from behind. I lightly, teasingly, skim her rosebud on my way. My sucking her nipples and caressing her swollen, wet folds have her quietly moaning quickly.

"Oh, God, Christian," she cries as I flick her clit.

"How many men have enjoyed this body, Sunshine?" She takes long to answer so I circle her opening, slightly pushing my index fingers in and pulling out. "Tell me how many."

Ana lets out a groan. "You honestly want to know?"

I bite her nipple gently, and she jerks her hips. "Yes. Tell me now."

She draws in a deep breath and says, "Two."

I pull back to look at her face, but her eyes are closed shut in pleasure. "Excluding me?" I ask, shocked. She shakes her head no. "Just me and some other guy?"

"Mmmhmmm," she mutters. "Were you expecting a large number?"

"Well, yeah." I go back to feasting on her breasts. "You're sure? Just two?"

She laughs, then moans as I insert my index fingers into her. "Pretty sure, but there was a close call with there being a third."

"Why not a third?"

"She didn't get past second base."

What the fuck? "There was a 'she,'" I ask, incredulous, and a tad turned on.

"Almost." Ana rocks her hips against my still fingers. "We were interrupted." With that, she grabs a fistful of my hair and tugs my face to hers.

Conversation on hold—not forgotten—we make out. I'm not quite ready for sex again so I speed up my fingers. Ana moans against my mouth, then she pulls away to look me in the eyes. Holy fuck, I never knew seeing another person's eyes when they're so close to climax can be such a turn on. My cock stirs and hardens a bit, though not where I'd like it to be. Ana is humping my hands harshly, setting the rhythm she wants from me. I briefly ponder if there will ever be a time where I'll be able to make love. Looking at this goddess in my lap, however, I think the time will be soon.

Not tonight, but soon.

"Ah," Ana gasps, her blue eyes locked on mine. Her pussy tightens around my fingers as her climax takes her over. It's short but powerful. She breaks eye contact to throw her head back. After placing wet kisses on her exposed neck and collarbones, I withdraw my fingers. She's still quivering in my arms, and her breaths are uneven. Slowly, I recline with her in my arms until I'm lying on my back. I press a soft kiss on the top of her head, relaxed. Well, I still have a half-hard-on though it's hardly unbearable. My lust is curbed for now till I'm at full mast. We can relax for now.

Soon after, Ana's breathing is under control and she snuggles in my arms, still on top of me with her face towards me. I'm pleased that she's only ever been with me and some other dick—and almost a woman. Yes, it's shameful of me to have thought of her as a slut considering I'm. . . me. Still, I'm not special like she is. She deserves to be worshipped and admired; I don't. I hope the dick before me treated her right during sex and not a beast just looking for anywhere to stick his cock into. "So, tell me about that other guy," I say, throwing my arm behind my head for support as I gaze down at her pretty face.

Her eyes are closed, but her brow lifts in question. "What about him?"

"Whatever you want to tell me." I finger the tips of her hair at the small of her back. "Was he your boyfriend?"

"Um, kind of. We really didn't think of it like that."

"So, how was it?" I ask, confused and intrigued.

Ana is quiet for a second. "We just . . . were," she answers vaguely.

"Like friends with benefits?"

"Not really, I don't think."

How can she not know? Considering this jerk took her virginity, she was probably naïve when their relations began. I hope this prick didn't take advantage of her. I'll kick his ass if he did. "Were you exclusive to each other?" I dig.

"Yes," she says off the bat; no hesitation, no uncertainty.

"And you didn't define yourselves as in a relationship?"

"Not like that. I mean, we were together, but we didn't put a name to what we were. I was his, and he was mine."

"Sounds serious." I'm starting to not like that she was with only one other man. I think I would have preferred a dozen of meaningless fuck buddies than one man she was serious with. "How long did it last? When did it end?"

"Well, um, it ended about three months ago, almost four." She takes a pause and answers quickly. "We were together close to seven years."

"Wait, were you high school sweethearts or something. You would have to be around sixteen, right?" Oh, alright. A teenage romance isn't bad. Most normal people had those.

"I'd just turned fifteen."

"How adorable," I mock playfully. "Even as you were becoming a woman. You already had guys swooning over you." I laugh. It's too bad we didn't go to the same high school. I couldn't imagine the downward spiral that would have been my life if Elena hadn't interfered, but I still wonder.

Ana tries to laugh, but it sounds forced. "I don't know about that. I was a complete dork back then."

"So how did you guys get together?"

A fond smile graces her face. "He found me crying behind the public library. I was hiding there because of some mean girls at my school. He dried my tears and held me in his arms. After I calmed down, he took me home, we had a long talk about our feelings, and we decided to be together."

I feel a tad annoyed seeing that smile reserved for another man. Will she think of me fondly when we eventually part ways? "Did you already know him?"

"Yeah, I'd known him since I was thirteen. I always had the biggest crush on him."

"So what happened? Why break things off if it lasted seven years?"

"We had a pregnancy scare last year. I missed a period and freaked out."

"Was he an asshole to you?"

"Not entirely. Some years back, without my knowledge, he had a vasectomy. He apparently didn't want to share me in the future. When he told me I couldn't be pregnant because of that, I was furious and we fought. We tried to stay together, but I decided that he couldn't give me what I needed any more."

"When you say that, you mean he couldn't give you children." Damn. At least now I'm certain he won't be able to woo her back.

"I don't want kids right now. I'm only twenty-two, but eventually, yeah. I want to be a mother." She scoffs, and I swear I can hear her eyes rolling. "He told me if we were going to stay together, I needed to let go of that dream because my attention should only be on him."

I rub my hand up and down her back soothingly. "The man is an idiot for giving you that ultimatum. He doesn't deserve you."

Ana opens her eyes and meets mine. "I think I'm beginning to see that. I just wish he'd leave me the hell alone."

Alarmed by her comment, I ask, "What?"

"He still demands my attention. He calls me like ten times a day and insists that just because we aren't together anymore, doesn't mean we should stop fucking."

"He's harassing you?" Why the fuck hasn't Sawyer reported anything? Anger begins to cloud my vision. "Change your number. Does he know you live here?"

"Of course he knows where I live. He helped me pick it." Fuck. I lift her off me and set her down gently. Then, I get off the bed and make my way to her living room to locate my discarded suit jacket. "Wait! Christian, you're overreacting." I hear Ana's bed creak as she gets off.

"You said he's been calling nonstop every fucking day." In her living room, I survey the room but see only her dress and shoes, and my shirt. "Has he been here since you broke up with him?" She fails to respond. I turn around and find her standing just a few feet away from me, still completely naked. "Ana. Has he come here to harass you?" I finally spy my suit jacket laying in a crumpled heap near her gray loveseat. I bend over her coffee table to get it.

As I fish through the pockets in search of my phone, Ana admits, "I wouldn't call it harassment, but he does come here a lot."

"Not harassment? What the hell do you call it?" I snap at her. My phone in my hand, I sent off a text to Sawyer, informing him that he will now act as Ana's CPO.

"Oh my God, Christian," Ana whines, "he can be a little invasive and impulsive, but he's harmless. He's always been like that. There isn't anything for you to worry about. He's just heartbroken, and I'm the only—friend he has." She grips my chin and tugs it until I'm staring at her. "He'll never harm me, Christian. Trust me when I say that."

I look her up and down. Her apartment building has no security, whatsoever. She is a tiny woman, could easily be overpowered. With how sweet and beautiful she is, I don't blame the guy for going crazy on her. "Fine," I sigh, feigning defeat. I sent another text to Sawyer to remind him to be especially unseen where she's concerned. She mustn't catch on to Sawyer actually following her steps to prevent harm from touching her.

"Thank you," Ana hugs me briefly. "What were you planning on doing anyway?"

"Uh, call the police," I mumble, unintelligently. I set my phone down on her coffee table after seeing Sawyer confirm.

Ana laughs. "I don't think there would be much they could do if nobody has been harmed."

"Maybe I have more faith in our police force than you," I say, putting my hands on her waist.

She smiles, goes on her tiptoes and rubs her nose against mine. "You know, we never finished with dessert." My deflated cock comes back to life when she pulls on my chest hairs.

"I don't think so, Sunshine. I ate my dessert twice." I press my lips to hers, my tongue tangling with hers.

She pulls away long enough to say, "Bed." I grab her perky rear, squeeze hard once, and lift her into my arms. Her legs wrap around me immediately. In her room, before I have a chance to set her on the bed, she pulls away slightly and orders me to sit. Turned on by this little thing bossing me around, I obey without hesitation. Ana jumps up and off my lap and stands between my legs. She reaches for the half-eaten piece of cake—amazingly, it's still on the bed—and I trap her nipple between my lips.

"Oh no you don't, Pumpkin," Ana lightly admonishes me, "It's my turn for dessert."

Curious about how she'll do this, I watch her grab a fistful of cake and then smears it all over my pecs and abs. She shoves me, and I allow myself to fall back. Sitting on my thighs, Ana steals a quick kiss. I try to grab her head to hold her to me, but she tsk's. Grabbing my hands, she places them over my head and orders, "Keep them here."

Why the fuck is that so hot? My cock is at full attention, banging against her thighs as she leaves a trail of hot, wet kisses down my neck to my chest. I clench my fists when she begins to suck off the dessert. My hips thrust up when she sucks at my nipples. Ah, fuck! I didn't know how much pleasure having my nipples teased could bring me. It's fucking electrifying. What's so special about her? Ana continues sucking her way down my torso; to my disappointment, she ate the cake fast on my chest. She makes work of the smeared chocolate on my abs, and while that in itself is a pleasure, I almost want to pull her back up to my nipples.

A sudden grip on my cock has me abandoning that urge. I look down to Ana licking frosting off my abs and spy her arm between our sticky bodies. Her grasp on me is firm, and her movements are slow. I feel my precum leak out and drip down to her fingers. I see her clean hand holding her hair to one side of her neck; her other one, the one she used to spread the chocolate cake on me, is wrapped around my length. I breathe in and out deeply in an attempt to calm myself, holding back my moans and groans.

That goes to shit, though, when Ana leaves my licked-clean stomach and licks my tip. I thrust upwards. Damn it, I want to bring my hands down and bury them in her soft hair. I expect her to take me in her mouth, but she surprises me by instead sucking up and down my length. She was just cleaning the mess of frosting and crumbs her hand made. I grunt my displeasure, and she smirks against my skin.

Ana winks at me, and I narrow my eyes at her. I'll decide her punishment for later, not now as she starts to fondle my balls. Fuck. I thrust my dick at her face and freeze when she bares her teeth. She doesn't bite me, but the threat was clear. By the time Ana finishes sucking off the dessert from my cock, my muscles are stiff from fighting off the impulse to throw her on the bed and fuck her into next week. My cock is painfully hard.

"Fucking hell, Ana," I sigh.

"What?" She asks, batting her eyelashes at me. "I was just cleaning you."

"That's not funny."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Were you hoping for something else?"

I glare playfully at her so she knows I'm only teasing. "No shit." I thrust my hips slightly. "I was hoping to feel your lips around my cock as you deep-throat me."

Her eyes filled with mirth and arousal, she says, "Well, why didn't you say so?" My cock is deep in her mouth in an instant.

I throw my head back down and close my eyes, savoring the touch of her tongue and lips as she sucks me up and down. "Fuck," I moan. "Holy fuck!" An impressive amount of my cock disappears into her mouth and my tip hits the back of her throat. Ana inhales through her nose and then swallows. I give in and bring my arms from where she indicated to tangle my fingers in her hair as I push upwards slowly.

Ana pulls away from my cock promptly. "Ana," I whine, sounding pathetic in my own ears. She doesn't say anything in return.

Instead, she climbs up my body until her wet pussy is directly above my cock. After positioning my tip to her center, she slams down and rides the ever-loving fuck out of me. I let her take the lead again and set the pace. After all, I've already had my turn fucking her. She balances by keeping her hands on my chest. My hands are clamped hard on her hips. I gaze at Ana, taking her all in. Blue eyes are closed, mouth wide open in an O shape, chocolate brown hair thrown over one creamy white shoulder, and muscles in her abdomen and legs flexing as she moves up and down. Desire is a fire under my skin, even more so on the places her body meets mine. Our cries of pleasure are loud to my ears, and I do believe her bed frame is knocking against the wall.

"Christian, I'm close," Ana moans, her motions becoming erratic.

I groan, "Come, Ana." My hips thrust up roughly, and she claws at my chest. I thrust up four more times while bringing her down hard on my cock. She lets out a scream as she reaches her orgasm. I follow suit, releasing myself into her again.

After a moment of catching our breaths, I become aware of our mixed arousals dripping out of her to drip down my balls. I twitch at the unusual but pleasant feeling. Ana rests her forehead on mine, her breathing still not in control. "Oh my God," she breathes, "I'm going to walk funny tomorrow."

I laugh. "I'll take that as a compliment." I sit up, causing Ana to rise and move off me.

"You can just don't let it go to your head." Ana stands and wobbles like a newborn deer. "I could use a shower. I feel really sticky."

I gather her in a hug from behind and press my lips to the top of her head. "Shower sex sounds fantastic."

"That'll be a first, but my shower is way to small to accommodate the both of us," she giggles.

I step away from her and say, "Ladies first, then. Don't use all the warm water." I watch as she limps out of her room, admiring the red marks my fingers left on her ass and hips. Then I peek at my chest and find several raw-looking scratches. I smile to myself. These are going to be fun to look at during the week.

The shower comes on, and I decide to tidy up Ana's bed while I wait my turn.

The dirty plate goes into her sink, and the remaining bits of cake go into my stomach. I place the rest of the dessert in a glass container I found in the cupboards. Back in her bedroom, I peel off the soiled sheets and—not knowing where she normally puts dirty bed linens—leave it as neatly as I could in a pile in the corner of her room. After, I hunt around her closet, find black satin sheets and make the bed. Not perfectly, but we are just going to go to sleep. Done with that, I gather our clothes from the living room and toss them into the hamper tucked neatly in her closet.

Straightening up took me about ten minutes. Ana is still in the shower. I'd have been splashing on aftershave cream to my face already. Another ten minutes pass when she emerges with a purple robe on and a white towel wrapped around her hair.

She makes a dramatic sweep of her arm and says, "It's all yours." Unlike her, I finish in five. It was an experience. I don't recall that I've ever used such a small shower before. I had to bend nearly double to fit under the showerhead. I also used her body wash and, I must admit, it smells better than mine.

I come out with a white towel wrapped around my waist and come across Ana furiously brushing her knotted wet hair while sitting on her bed. The adorable glare is back. Before she can injure herself, I say, "Give me that brush before you end up bald."

"That isn't funny," she sulks. "Every time I freaking shower, I think I pull out half my hair trying to get rid of the knots." She winces when the brush's bristle and caught in a tangle.

"Let me help." I sit behind her and inhale her sweet scent. She hands it over without a word. I divide her hair and begin to carefully brush through. In no time at all, her hair is knot-free.

Ana turns around to face me and runs her fingers through her hair. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." I kiss her nose. "You should blow dry it before you get sick. It's chilly in here."

She takes the brush from me and tosses it to the empty chair in front of her vanity mirror. "And end up with more knots? No, thank you."

"Ana," I scold lightly, "I don't want you to get cold."

"Okay, how about I turn the heat up?"

I roll my eyes at her. "Fine."

"Oh goodness, Mr. Grey. I should take you over my knee," Ana laughs as she walks out of her room. A few loud beeps later, and she walks back in.

"Careful, Sunshine," I warn her. She ignores me, shucking off her robe and climbing under the covers.

"Hit the lights, please. I'm exhausted."

A/N: I want to take a moment to thank the guest who brought up to my attention that Ana confused her salmon for tasting like chicken. I don't know how I made that mistake, but I laughed when you pointed it out. Thank you :)

Some of you had questions about the Elena/Christian and Cason/Ana situation, so let me answer.

In regards to Elena's role, she will become a part of the story—Sorry!—within a few chapters.

When Christian does find out about Cason and his relationship/obsession with Ana, it will be a shock. And we all know how he tends to go thermo-nuclear. *hint, hint*

If you have any more questions, feel free to either PM me or review. I'll do my best to answer :) Again, thanks to all who have faved, reviewed, and followed!

I would like to conclude this somewhat long A/N with a warning. Coating the vagina with foods high in sugar like chocolate frosting is a big no-no, apparently. I investigated online (don't judge, I was curious) and sugar can "mess with your pH levels and lead to a yeast infection." I'd already written the first part of the chapter and didn't want to change it. For the sake of this being a fictional story, let's just pretend that this isn't true. But please, in real life, stay safe and clean ladies :)