I tried to upload this Sunday morning from my phone… it wouldn't let me. Why doesn't FanFiction love me enough to let me do this? ;) Here is your overdue chapter loves.
I am heading back to the private dressing room that Christian reserved for me at the New Bella Spa. I have been pampered like a queen today, but I have a feeling Christian is planning something for tonight. At least I will look magnificent with newly polished hands and feet, a haircut and style, and glowing skin from a light massage. I must say I feel very relaxed. I arrive at my changing room and notice a beautiful flowy white dress hanging up. It is almost like the one I have on in the picture on my living room side table. I also notice a new pair of wedges and lingerie. Oh my, now I know for a fact what Christian has planned for tonight. We have been so close to having sex a few times, but every time I have stopped it from progressing. Tonight.. tonight I am not stopping anything. I really like Christian and I am extremely attracted to him. I smile to myself as I know what is about to take place. I wonder where he is taking me.
I step into the lobby and notice Taylor standing there. He greets me and walks me to the waiting SUV. He explains he is taking me to Christian, who is waiting on me. I get these nervous butterflies in my stomach and start to wonder if I look okay. The girls in the salon did my make-up. It is not something I would normally wear, but they did keep it light. My hair is in big wavy curls. My fingers and toes are matching with a light pink on them - my signature color. My leg is nervously bouncing up and down. Before long we pull up in my driveway. How did I miss the fact that we were heading to my house? Taylor opens the door for me and I walk to the door barely making it without tripping.
My door opens as soon as I was about to turn the handle. My my.. Christian is standing there in a dark pair of jeans and a light blue button down shirt. He smiles his shy smile at me and he looks just as nervous as I feel.
"Hey baby." He grabs my hand and pulls me inside. He pulls my hand up and gives my knuckles a light kiss. I am so nervous; I feel I have forgotten how to speak. I go for a smile because it's all I can give. "I hope you don't mind that I used your house to plan us a special night." I don't. I am actually feeling very comfortable in my own home. "I have a surprise for you. Can I blindfold you?" I nod my head and he chuckles. "Forgot how to speak, baby?" That gets me to giggle.
"It seems so." He pulls out a tie.. the tie I told him was my favorite when I saw him this week. It is a light gray tie with maroon stripes. It just looked so good on him that it almost made me drool. He wraps it around my eyes and ties it securely at the back of my head. I am so nervous that I forgot I hate surprises.
"Can you see?" I shake my head no and he chuckles. He can be such a boy sometimes. He leads me into the direction of the back of the house. I hear the door open and know my guess is right. We come to a stop somewhere in the field behind my house. I chose this house partially because of the field. It has patches of daisies running through it, one of my favorite flowers.
"I am going to slip off the tie, but don't open your eyes until I tell you." This is going to be hard for me. I am riddled with anticipation that I can barely breathe.
"Okay, open them." When I do, I verbally gasp and my hands fly up to my mouth. Christian has clearly outdone himself. He has a large pallet spread out for us. It looks cushiony, but it is not a bed. Plus it is huge. It is a light cream color with navy and light pink pillows, big and small, all over. There is a picnic basket, which is also abnormally huge. He also has champagne set out on a small table next to the pallet. There are candles and hydrangea bouquets all around. I meet his eyes and he looks so happy. He knows he pulled this off. I run to him and swing my arms around his neck. He picks me up and twirls me around.
"I love it Christian. This reminds me so much.."
"of home? Your dads house near Nashville?" He finishes for me. How did he know? "I pay attention to your pictures. I remember you explaining the one in the hallway, of the huge field and barn being your father's home in Nashville. You told me you used to lie in the field for hours watching the clouds roll by. Well, it is almost sunset so we will have a beautiful scene to watch." This man has gone above and beyond to spoil me and make every little detail perfect. I stare at him with wonder and awe. I now know for a fact I am falling for this man.
"Let's sit and eat before it is too dark to see anything." He chuckles which makes me giggle.
"What are we having for dinner?" I ask as I sip on champagne. He pulls out two dishes out of a warmer-thing. If dinner is in there, what is in the basket?
"We are having baked chicken, with roasted herb potatoes, and glazed carrots." Oh yummy. He places our plates on the side table. We sit down on the huge pallet. Oh this is so comfortable.
"Christian, this is amazing. I thought you couldn't cook." He looks sheepish.
"I cannot cook, but I have a cook that is also my housekeeper. She made this meal, but I did everything else myself." My proud man. He wants me to know he put a lot of effort and thought into this.
"Well, it is so beautiful. Thank you so much Christian." I lean over to give his cheek a kiss. He smiles that shy smile and I almost melt in the middle of dinner.
"How was the spa?"
"Oh it was great. Thank you so much for that. Oh! And my dress and shoes! I love them." He smiles like he got the bonus question right on a test. We finish up dinner just as the sun is setting at the end of the field. He scoots himself back on the pallet to lie against the big pillows. I watch him as he goes and he pats the spot right next to him.
"Come baby." Oh I hope I do tonight Mr. Grey. I crawl seductively over to him and keep eye contact with him the whole time. I watch his eyes change from light silvery gray to dark lust filled gray. They are so captivating. I crawl into his waiting arms and snuggle into his side. He leans down and whispers in my ear.
"Are you wearing the other gifts I selected for you?" I nod my head and look up at him. He leans down to kiss me and before I know it we are passionately making out. Every path his fingers make down my neck, over my collarbone, across my cheek, I feel like a burning sensation will for ever reside there. Even after he pulls away I can feel the trails that his fingers ran all over my body.
"Chocolate covered strawberry baby?" He asks pulling me out of my thoughts. Instead of answering, open my mouth and he places one inside. I suck it a bit to tease him and keep eye contact with him as I take a bite. I see him physically gulp then I hear him groan. Gosh, his groan makes me wetter - if possible. I can only bet how hard he is in his pants. I pick up one and move to place it in his mouth. He opens up and bites it. I run the end of the strawberry down from his mouth to his throat and move in to lick it off. I end my trail at his mouth and I can feel him panting right now. He looks at me and pounces. He rolls me to my back and slides between my legs. I would have won my bet, because he is so extremely hard. My new bet would be that it is painful for him.
"Baby, don't tease me like that. The night almost ended too soon." He says with a boyish smile.
"We wouldn't want that, huh?" I reply, flirting with him. He smiles even brighter.
"No we wouldn't want that." He kisses under my ear and that spot has me almost moaning out loud. I put my fingers in his hair as he presses his hard length into me.
"Are you wet for me baby?" He asks. If I wasn't, I would be just from hearing him say that.
"Why don't you find out?" I answer. His right hand runs a trail from my ear, over my nipple and slowly down to my thigh. It is slow and sensual - leaving me almost a panting mess underneath him. Once he reaches the part where my dress ends, he runs his right hand up my thigh to my core.
"God baby, I can feel how wet you are for me just by feeling your panties." He has me panting now as I wait with anticipation to what he is going to do. He places a hand in my hair and kisses me. He moves my thong to the side and skims his finger across my clit. I arch my back at the small touch. His finger moves down my folds until he finds exactly what he was looking for. He slowly enters me with one finger and I know I look like a virgin who has never been touched before. I arch my back into him. All of my senses are running wild and it makes me needy for him. His touch is creating a fire in me and I want him to ignite it.
"You are so wet. Are you this wet for me?"
"Yes-suh." I barely make out as he pumps in and out of me, reassuring him that he is the only one making me this wet. He pulls his finger out and I open my eyes to see why he stopped. He sticks his finger in his mouth and sucks. Dear Jesus, please let me make it through this night alive. I sit up and kiss him. He seems surprised that I would kiss him after he stuck my arousal in his mouth but quickly kisses me back. He is back on top of me, kissing me like his life depended on it. I run my hand from his hair, down his chiseled stomach – how is someone that muscular, damn – to his pants. I slip my petite hand inside and find exactly what I am looking for. I hear him gasp in my mouth. It seems I have caught Mr. Sex on Legs off guard again. I run my hand up his length and catch the pre cum on my finger tip. I carefully pull it out and pull away from his kiss. I stick my finger in my mouth and hum my appreciation. He looks stunned. As soon as my finger is out of my mouth he pounces again. I am so ready for him to take me.
"Let's go inside baby." I nod my head and when I sit up I realize I almost just had sex outside, in a field, where anyone could have seen us. I feel the blush slide up my cheeks.
"I almost forgot we were outside too." I hear Christian say and wonder if I said that out loud.
He grabs my hand and leads me inside. We walk slowly as we make our way to my bedroom. He asks me to close my eyes again and I do, promising not to peek. We step inside and he fumbles around for a few seconds. He finally tells me I can open my eyes and I am shocked once again. This man knows how to romance a girl. There are flowers everywhere and Christmas lights hung up around the room. It looks so romantic in here. I see a few lit candles and smell vanilla. I smile at him once again as he leads me into the room. We stop at the foot of the bed and I notice he looks nervous.
"Are you sure you want to do this? I know we said slow and I would wait an eternity until you were ready." He cups my face and looks me in the eyes. Do I want to do this? Of course I do. I am ready. Yeah, it has only been a few weeks, but I want Christian. Instead of responding I kiss him deeply and when I pull away I nod my head. He slowly trails his fingers to the top of my dress and pulls it down until it is pooled at my feet. He steps back and admires me in the lingerie he picked out. It is a nude lace set – strapless bra and thong. He runs a finger over the top of my breasts and around the back. He unclips the bra and it joins my dress at my feet. I know he is about to remove my panties, but I want him out of his clothes. I start on his shirt, working each button and going slow. I want to build him up as much as he is me. I push his shirt off and make work of his belt. Slowly, his pants fall to the floor with a thud. I notice his shoes are already off as well as mine. When did that happen?
I stand back and admire him. God he is a beautiful man. He has rock hard abs and oh my... I can see his length through his briefs and it is sticking out of the too. I can't wait to have him in my mouth. He will die and go to heaven when he finds out I have no gag reflex.. back to the now though. I let my eyes wander back up to his and find him smirking.
"See something you like baby?"
"I sure do, love." I lean in and place my hands on his rock hard chest. I lean up on my toes to kiss him. He slowly walks me back to the bed and I shuffle backwards until I am fully on the bed. He is just standing there and oh shit. He looks nervous. Why is he so nervous over this? He said he has been with numerous women. Why would this be any different?
"Christian?" I question getting a little nervous myself. Did he change his mind? Did I do something wrong? He must notice the frown that is currently on my face because he speaks up.
"I've never made love before." He blurts out and rubs the back of his neck. Bless his sweet heart.
"That's okay. Come here." He hesitates at first, but quickly climbs on the bed. He places himself over me, leaning on his elbows as he pushes a strand of hair behind my ear.
"I want, no need this to be perfect. I feel like a nervous virgin because this is my first time to make love. I want to be everything you desire and more.." He trails off. He opens his mouth again but no words come out. I lean up to kiss him and run my hand down to his length. I pump a few times, slowly. I move my mouth to his ear and whisper breathlessly.
"I want you Christian, only you. Please make love to me." I am hoping this helps motivate him back to confident Christian. He kisses me once more, like usual fireworks go off. He leans up and pulls my thong off. He slides his briefs off and reaches over to the bedside table. I notice the foil wrapper he tears with his teeth and rolls it on his extremely impressive length. I moan at the sight. He is once again over me.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure." And with that he pushes in me. Holy hell, he is bigger than I expected or maybe I just forgot what dick feels like..
"Fuck baby, you are so incredibly tight. Give me a second or this will be over quickly." He rests his head in the crook of my neck. I need him to move.
"Move, please. I want to feel you moving in me." That spurs him on. He kisses me with so much passion I feel as if I am going to cum from that alone. He peppers kisses along my neck and I pull him close to me. He leans down and sucks a nipple in my mouth. He pinches it lightly and I let out a small whimper. I can feel him smile against my skin. He leans up and kisses a trail from my boob to my mouth. I love his sweet kisses. He leans his head on my forehead and I can feel his breathing on my mouth. This is so intimate.
"Fuck baby, you are clenching me so tight. You are so fucking tight and wet." He groans. At his words I close my eyes and feel my orgasm building. I am meeting him thrust for thrust. He is moving quickly in and out, but not too fast or hard. He is making sweet love to me.
"Open your eyes, baby. I want to see you when you come." I'm so close and I know he is as well. If possible, his dick is bigger and harder than when he first entered me. He has one arm around me and the other behind my neck, his fingers in the base of my hair.
"Come for me, Ana." That's it. Bright white fireworks are going off all over my body. I hear myself scream his name. I am having an outer body experience. My body shatters and convulses under him. I stare into his eyes and listen as he grunts and screams my names as well. He is holding me tightly to him as if I may drift away. I feel him stiffen as he releases inside me. He collapses on me and I have no words. That was the best sex I have ever had in my life. That was all consuming, passionate, and sweet. I hope it was a wonderful first love making experience for him. Our breathing starts to come down as I close my eyes. I'm completely worn out from that. He rolls next to me. I hear the condom come off and then I am being pulled to him. He spoons me and I hear him move his head closer to me. After a while I think he has fallen asleep. I am almost there myself.
"I love you." He says so sweetly. This has me wide awake. I'm too scared to turn around to see his face. Do I love Christian? I know I am falling for him, but do I love him? I feel his breathing even out and I shift from under him. I turn to look at his sleeping face. He looks so young and carefree. It pulls at my heart. I shuffle out of bed and throw on a robe.
I find myself in my library. It's my thinking place filled with overly huge comfy chairs and sofas. It has a benched window. I climb on the bench and curl up with my favorite blanket. I need to figure out what I feel for Christian. Is it love? I care deeply for Christian and like him very much. Is it love though?
I ponder this thought and after an hour I come up with a conclusion. I am not sure if it is love, but i will not stress over it. I care for him and know I am falling for him. I'll say it when I feel it. If he asks, I will just explain that to him. I don't want to say something without being fully aware of how I feel. Maybe he didn't realize he said it. He could have been talking in his sleep. With the thought of feeling silly for over thinking this, I walk back to the bedroom to find Christian still asleep. I crawl in next to him and he pulls me into him without waking up. I feel safe and cherished in his arms. Saying my prayers, I fall into a peaceful sleep.
AN:
Hey sweet followers. I hope you guys liked this chapter because I am extremely nervous about it. I did warn you in the last chapter that I had never written lemons before.. Thank you so much for your sweet reviews. They mean so much to me. Next chapter we will have the morning after. Please leave some sweet reviews. Your sweet words encourage me to keep writing! As usual.. I do not own FSOG.
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