Chapter 2 Sorry for any mistakes. My lap top wont charge and I wanted to post this before it dies. All credit to ELJ.
What the hell was that? Whatever it was, I'm not ready to think about it. I go back and order a fourth mojito and a glass of water, and sit at the bar. All of a sudden, I feel really hot and decide to drink my ice water first.
"Why'd you run away?" I hear someone ask. Oh, fuck.
"The song was over," is my only response.
"But you've been dancing all night. First by yourself, then my grandfather and me. Why did you run away from me?"
"I didn't run away. I just came to get a drink. Besides, you were forced to dance with me. I don't want you to feel obligated." I look around and I see Theo dancing with his granddaughter. For someone who had to sit down a few minutes ago, he's sure moving around a lot now.
"I never do anything I don't want to do," he says. I bet you don't, I think to myself.
"That's right. I don't." Shit. Did I say that out loud?
"Well I don't imagine someone in your position let's others tell him what to do. That's all I meant," I say trying to clear things up.
"What position would that be?"
"You're Christian Grey, aren't you? You started this company?"
"Yes, I am, Anastasia Rose Steele. Now I know you don't work here because I'd remember seeing you. All that dancing you did by yourself, you must not have a date. Did you crash my party?"
As if.
"No. I'm here with the photographer. He's my best friend and I'm his assistant."
"Well in that case, I think you owe me another dance. You've eaten lots of my food, drank lots of my alcohol. I think it's only fair that you dance with me."
"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were some kind of stalker. Out of all the people here, how is it that you know how much I've eaten and drank?" I ask, enjoying the banter.
"Maybe because you're the most beautiful woman here and I could do nothing but stare at you all night." Well damn. How does one respond to that?
"You have a Mrs. Claus fetish?"
"Only when she looks, feels and smells like you," he says as he stands up and extends his hand to me just as Silent Night starts to play. I make the mistake of looking in his eyes and I fall into a trance. I have no control over my body as he leads me to the dance floor. He pulls me into his body and puts his arms around my waist. Our eyes remain locked as I put both arms around his neck and just let myself melt into him. I don't lay my head on his chest this time only because I can't break away from his stare. I feel so small in his arms, so fragile. He lowers his head into the crook of my neck. Although we're no longer staring at each other, I still feel dazed. I hear him inhale my scent before looking back at me. The song ends, and once again we just stand there staring at each other.
I finally snap back to reality and look around when I notice that most of the room is staring at us, including Jose and the entire Grey family. I feel my face turn red and I walk to Jose, grab his arm and have him follow me back behind the curtain, where I can hide from the prying eyes.
"What the fuck was that, Ana? You were dancing with Bedhead? Holy shit! Tell me everything. How did his body feel? Does he smell good? He looks like he smells good. Did you feel his dick? Is it big?," Jose asks.
"Forget about that, Jose. Everyone was looking at us. I'm so embarrassed."
"Why? You guys were in your own little world. Remember that look I was telling you about earlier? Well, he was giving you that look."
"Don't be ridiculous. There was no look," even as I say it, I know it's not true.
"The camera doesn't lie, honey. Look." He grabs his camera and shows me picture after picture. There are several of me dancing by myself, but there are shots of him watching me as I dance. There a picture of his grandfather watching him as he watches me. There are several of us dancing to Santa, Baby where we are just staring at each other. More of my hands in his hair and chest. His brother and sister are in that shot and they both have surprised looks on their face.
Jose even has a video of us dancing to Silent Night. It's like we're mesmerized by each other, like we don't know anybody or anything else exists. I feel my heartrate pick up just by looking at that video. And I almost swoon when he bends down and puts his face in the crook of my neck. All of those months I spent with my ex, I never came close to feeling anything like this. This isn't normal.
"We just danced. That's it. I think I'll stay right here until you're ready to leave."
"You think this curtain will keep him away? Anyway, they are about to serve dinner. There's a raffle afterwards and then the party will die down. I get a break now, so I can eat. Come on. You know I don't like to eat alone."
"I'm not hungry. I filled up on the appetizers. I thought the apps were dinner. Get your food and bring it back here," I say, not wanting to be alone right now. Jose runs off to get his food as I wait for his return. Several minutes go by and he's still not back. This damn wig is starting to make my head hot, so I pull it off and let my brown tresses down. I do my best to finger comb my hair without a mirror. I should really get a haircut. Even with it being wavy, it reaches the middle of my back. I also remove these damn glasses.
I peek from behind the curtains, and I see the traitor laughing with a group of people, and taking even more pictures. I look around to the buffet and I see salmon, prime rib, and roasted chicken. My stomach growls. Maybe I can eat a little something. I've never met a meal I didn't like. I look for Jose again and he has his camera out, showing Mrs. Grey and Mia some pictures. I roll my eyes and go sit back one of the chairs. After a few more minutes, I hear him approach.
"It's about time, Jose. What took you so long? Did you bring me some food? I guess I'm a little hungry after all."
"Are you going to hide here all night, Ms. Steele?" Oh, no. It's Christian Grey. He almost misses a step when he looks at me. I think I hear him say wow.
"I'm not hiding. "
"It's the second time tonight you ran away from me."
"The song ended. That usually what happens after a song ends."
"You have a smart mouth."
"So, I've been told."
"Come," he commands.
"Where?"
"You said you were hungry, though I don't know how since you ate half of the appetizers by yourself. Good thing I'm a sucker for a girl with a good appetite."
"I'm waiting for my friend. Please don't hold off on your own dinner on my account," I say. There is no way I can eat with him around. My stomach is doing somersaults with him just standing a few feet away from me. I know my face is flushed and I have a dull ache between my thighs.
"I said come. I'm not used to repeating myself," he says and grabs my hand, pulling me out of the chair. I try to pull my hand away, but he's much too strong. He pulls me from behind the curtain and practically drags me to his table.
Thankfully my good friend, Theo is there and pulls out the chair next to him for me. Bedhead sits next to me.
"Well if it isn't Anastasia Rose Steele, my dance partner. Anastasia, this is the Grey family," he says and introduces me to everyone. They all seem nice, but the table falls to an awkward silence once the introductions are made.
"It's just Ana, Theo. Only my dad calls me Anastasia, and that's only when I'm in trouble."
"Ana, are you an employee of GEH?" Mia asks.
"No. The photographer is my best friend and I'm here tonight as his assistant."
"Well, welcome, dear. We're happy to have you join our table for dinner," Mrs. Gray says.
"Thank you, ma'am."
Although everyone else has to get in line for the buffet, the Grey family gets the food brought out to their table. The delicious smell of the food makes my stomach growl and I fill my plate with a little bit of everything. The prime rib looks amazing so I start with that and mashed potatoes. Because Ray always made sure I ate a vegetable at every meal, I dip some string beans into my mashed potatoes and gravy and start eating. The food is so delicious that I forget I'm among Seattle's elite. I close my eyes and hear myself groan at the deliciousness. I realize where I am when I open my eyes and everyone, including Bedhead, whose eyes have darken, is looking at me. I could die of embarrassment.
"You sure eat a lot for a little thing," Elliot says.
"I never met a meal I didn't like. Excuse my poor manners," I say with a blush, totally humiliated.
"No need to be embarrassed, Ana. Leave room for dessert, honey," Mrs. Grey says.
"Tell us about yourself, Ana," Mr. Grey says. Just then a waiter comes by with wine for the table. I grab a glass of red. I prefer white but I think red goes with prime rib, and I don't want Seattle's most elite family to thing I'm gauche.
Feeling a little more comfortable, I tell them about growing up in Montesano, my friendship with Jose and how I just graduated from WSU a few months ago and my job at SIP as an editor's assistant.
"Christian was supposed to deliver the commencement speech. They wrote an article about him in the May issue," this from Mia.
"Oh, yes. I know all about. The person who conducted the interview is my other best friend and roommate. We lived together at WSU too. She talked about that article for months. I was glad when it was over so I wouldn't have to hear about it anymore," I say with a chuckle.
I turn to Christian and see him staring at me with a look I can't name. I'm sure Jose is spying somewhere and will tell me what the hell this looks means.
"Why did you have to cancel?" I ask.
"Because he's a good boy," Theo says. "The night before I had a little scare with my heart and Christian here would not leave my side. He's like that with those he cares about." What Jose says about how Christian is a man who loves passionately flashes through my mind.
"We were all worried about you. I wasn't going to leave you, but it's a shame it took us this long to meet, Ms. Steele," he says. He's giving me that damn look again. I'm going to kill Jose. It's all his fault for putting those thoughts in my head.
"What are your plans for the holidays, Anastasia?" Christian asks. God, why does he have to say my name like that, I think as I look in his gray eyes. Those bedroom eyes that can probably see into my thoughts. I look down at his full lips and I feel heat in my core. I make a mental note not to look at his lips again. I look back into his eyes and we just gaze at each other until I hear someone clear their throat. I look at Elliot and he's grinning at us.
"Uh, oh. Yes! My Christmas plans!" I say and tell them how I spend Christmas Eve with Ray and Jose's family. On Christmas Day it's usually just me and Ray and I'll prepare us a small meal. I explain how I'm an only child and it's been me and Ray for the past 10 years. Thankfully no one asks me about my mother.
As the dishes are cleared away to make room for dessert, the Greys tell me about their Christmas traditions as well. Christmas Eve is spent at the grandparents house and Grace hosts Christmas day at her home. I was surprised to learn that Grace, grandma Trevelyan and Mia do all the cooking. I thought she would have everything catered and served, but the Greys have Christmas just like everyone else I know.
As the Greys continue to talk, I notice that Christian has gotten even closer to me. If I didn't know any better, I'd think he was trying to smell my hair. I see Jose is taking pictures of the individual tables.
"How about a portrait of the family for the website?" Jose asks as he approaches our table.
"That would be great. It's been so long since we all took a picture together," Carrick Grey says.
I start to get up so Jose can take the picture when Christian grabs my hand so I can sit back down.
"Where do you think you're going?" He asks.
"I'm going to let you guys take your family picture. Thank you all so much for allowing me to join you for dinner. It was great meeting all of you. I'm sure Jose has some work for me to do," I say.
"Sit down and take the picture with us, honey," Grace says.
"I won't need your help until it's time to load up the truck, Ana," Jose says.
"Oh, It's a family picture and I don't think.." I begin.
"Nonsense!" Carrick says. "Sit down and say cheese."
Everybody gets closer together for the picture, and Christian gets even closer to me and puts his arm around my shoulders. I have no choice but to sit down and smile. Surprisingly, this doesn't feel too awkward.
"Let's take some of just the grandparents," Jose says. He goes on to take pictures of the grandparents, parents, Elliot and Mia.
"How about you two?" He says to me and Christian. My eyes widen and I hope he understands that I'm going to kill him later. He gets my meaning because he just smiles at me and wiggles his eyebrows.
I turn to look at Christian to let him know he doesn't have to feel obligated to take a picture with me, but the minute I turn to look at him, we get lost in each other's eyes again and I lose all thought. I hear Jose's camera just snapping away at us. I hear Elliot clear his throat again and I'm brought back to reality.
Before I can say anything, Christian turns towards the camera, puts his arm around my shoulders again and Jose takes a picture. He mouths I told you and I can't help but laugh to myself as I plot the many ways I'm going to torture him before I kill him.
A variety of dessert are brought to the table and I choose a slice of lemon cake and some tiramisu. I'm definitely going to need a good cardio session in the morning. I'm lost in the dessert and don't realize I'm moaning at the deliciousness of it all. I get a piece of tiramisu on my fingers and I suck it off, groaning softly to myself. I catch myself and look around the table. Luckily, everyone else is too absorbed in their own dessert to pay attention to me. Everyone except Christian, that is. I mean Bedhead. When I look at him, he's studying me. I got so lost in his look that the fork with my dessert stopped halfway to my mouth. I got a lump in my throat, and I just sat there like a terrified bunny. He takes the fork from me and puts it in his own mouth, never breaking eye contact. Just then, someone taps him on the shoulder and tells him that it's time for him to take the stage.
I look around the table one more time and I don't think anybody noticed what just happened. I take my glass of ice water and press it to my forehead before taking two giant gulps. Bedhead takes the stage, and makes an eloquent speech, thanking his employees for all of their hard work, and what the next year holds for GEH. He then pulls the tickets for the raffle and several people win various items, including a brand new car. Now, this is my type of company. SIP's idea of a Christmas party was having pizza in the break room. Cheap fucking bastards!
Once the raffle is over, everyone stands up and claps. Jose is happy snapping pictures, and while everyone is distracted, I slip out of the ballroom and step into the hallway, looking for a bathroom. I finally find the ladies' room and look at my reflection in the mirror. Despite having the wig on for several hours, my hair looks surprisingly good. My cheeks have some color and my eyes are sparkling. It must be all the alcohol I drank tonight. After I use the bathroom, I'm kicking myself for not having my purse, and being unable to freshen my lip gloss.
I step back into the ballroom. The music is back on and people are dancing again. I look at the Grey table and it's completely empty. I breath a sigh of relief. I don't know what's going on with me tonight, but whatever it is, I blame it on the open bar. I start walking really fast, doing my best to make it to my sanctuary behind the curtain so I can breathe. Just as I'm about to reach my destination, I feel someone grab my hand. I turn around and it's Mr. Bedhead himself.
He takes my hand and pulls me into his arms just as The First Noel starts to play. It's a slow song, so he hold me close and we start to move together in perfect rhythm. His arms are around me and he starts to move his hands up and down my back. I put both arms around his neck and stare into his eyes. No words are spoken. We simply continue our dance as if we've been dancing together for years.
"You're so beautiful," he finally says. I blush and break eye contact.
"Look at me," he says, and I obey.
"You're the most beautiful creature I've ever seen."
"I doubt that," I say, not used to getting such compliments, from Christian Grey, no less.
"It's true. I've been watching you since you sashayed over to the bar with all that false bravado. Who are you, Anastasia Rose Steele?"
"I'm just a girl who crashed a party for the free food and drinks," I say back.
"I have a feeling there's more to you than that. There's so much more behind those blue eyes."
"Who are you, Christian Grey? There's more to you other than what's written about you by the press. What's behind those intense looks?"
"I'm just a boy who threw a party and had the incredible good luck of having a beautiful, blue eyed girl crash it for the food and drinks," he says back.
"Sounds like a lot of trouble just to get a girl," I say. Geeze, I sound lame.
"I wish I had done it sooner. I wish I had the opportunity to come and present the degrees at your graduation. We would have met months ago, and you'd be my date at this party tonight."
"Is that so, Mr. Grey? And you think you would have noticed me amongst all of the other much hotter co-eds?"
"I'm positive I would have, and you, Anastasia Rose Steele, are the sexiest, hottest woman I've ever met. I would have noticed you anywhere. Just like I did here tonight. This was fate." Oh my god! I'm going to turn into a puddle right now. The song ends, and I hear people applauding the band. Christian puts his index finger under my chin, forcing me to look up, and I see the mistletoe. I swear to god, I don't remember seeing mistletoe earlier when I checked out this place. I look at him and he's giving me that intense look again. It looks like his gray eyes have gotten darker, almost black. I know this man who owns this company is not about to kiss me right here in front of his employees, family and my annoying, know it all best friend. I know he's not. I was dead wrong. Jose is right. My instincts are shitty.
He looks at me and lowers his head slowly, almost as if he's asking for permission. I give a slight nod and I stand in my toes, attempting to meet him half way. His lips are soft and warm as they meet mine. The kiss is raw, moist, even elegant, but soon he increases the intensity, seeking permission to enter my mouth. I open my mouth and our tongues meet, the passion building. He pulls me even closer to him. I take in every texture, every smell, every taste. I feel his hand in my hair as the kiss becomes primal. I feel moisture between my legs and my heart beating quickly. I start to feel his erection against my stomach, and I'm snapped back into reality. I pull away from him, breaking the kiss. We are both breathing hard, as if we just ran a marathon. I look around and everyone in the room is looking at us, stunned. I see Jose looking at me with his mouth wide open, and for once, at a loss for words. I close my eyes for a moment, completely embarrassed to have been caught making out in the middle of a party.
I turn around and go into my sanctuary, leaving Christian Grey standing there just as breathless as me. This time Jose is hot on my heels.
"Holy fuck, Ana! What the hell was that?" he says running his hands through his hair. "I'm so fucking jealous. What was it like?"
"Oh my god. I don't want to talk about it."
"Fuck that! Spill your guts. You don't kiss a sexy man like that in public and then tell me you don't want to talk about it. Is he a good kisser? Did he use just the right amount of tongue? Tell me or I'll tell your dad," he threatens.
"It was the best fucking kiss of my life. I didn't think kisses like that were possible. He Who Shall Not Be Named is not even in the same stratosphere." I say.
"I told you! I told you you were only forcing it with that asshole. You two had zero chemistry. And that's the last time we'll mention him. I want to know more about that kiss. Oh! I took pictures. I'll just look at those." Damn pervert says.
"Are you done? Let's go," I say.
"Go? You kiss a man like that and you just go?"
"It was just a kiss. And you don't see him here, do you? I'm not going to chase after Seattle's most eligible bachelor."
"What if he comes to you?" Jose asks while peeking from behind the curtain. "Here he comes." A few seconds later, Christian Grey has arrived.
"Stop running away from me," he says.
"I didn't run away," is my only response.
"Can you excuse us for a minute, Mr. Rodriguez?" Christian asks. Jose quickly leaves, telling me he's going to load Charles Manson. Charles Manson is what we call his truck because it looks like something a serial killer would drive.
"Come home with me," he says, grabbing on to both my hands. I did say I wanted to get laid tonight, but what kind of girl does he think I am.
"I'm not that type of girl."
"I just want to get to know you. I'm not asking you to sleep with me. Please? I have plenty of food and lots to drink," he says with a smile. Now the thinks I'm a bottomless pit.
"I have to help Jose. He's paying me to be his assistant. I have to do something," I say. He pulls out his phone and calls someone, instructing them to follow Jose and to help him load up his car.
"I got your friend help. Now you have no more excuses," he says.
"How do I know you're not some sort of serial killer?"
"Christian Grey, a serial killer? I'm only known to kill in the boardroom," he says. For a second I thought he said bedroom, and I gasp. He must be able to read my mind because he smiles.
"In the bedroom, too," he says as he grabs my hand, lacing our fingers together. "Where's your coat?"
"I didn't bring one," I reply. He give me a look of disapproval but he doesn't say anything. He leads me back to the ballroom, where thankfully, everyone but the staff had left. We walk straight to his table where the takes his suit jacket and puts it over my shoulder. He takes my hand again as he leads me outside, where someone was waiting with some sort of fancy car, with the door open, no less. I get inside and he gets in after me.
I grab my phone and text Jose about my plans. He texts back with a smiley face and an eggplant emoji. I shake my head. Didn't he just tell me a few hours ago that I'm not that type of girl?
He holds on to my hand during the entire ride, but remains quiet. Before I know it, we've arrived at some garage and his driver opens the door for us and disappears. He leads me to an elevator and watch as he punches in the code. We arrive at the most spacious apartment I've ever seen. The entire first floor is open, with high ceilings and hard wood floor. The décor is minimalistic, with white walls and some strange looking paintings. The place is beautiful, but it feels harsh and uninviting; almost unlived in.
He leads me to the a kitchen with every known convenience known to man and opens the fridge. He pulls out a fruit platter and pulls out a bottle of white wine. For the next fifteen minutes we feed each other strawberries and sip our wine while we study each other, unsure of what this is between us.
"Is your appetite big in all things, Ms. Steele?" The say he says that makes me blush.
"Only the things that bring me pleasure, Mr. Grey," I reply. I see his adam apple bob as he swallows his wine. He stands up, grabs a remote and suddenly the lights dim and soft music starts to play. He offers me his hand and I stand up, and step into his arms as Adele's Make You Feel my Love starts to play. Once again, we are a perfect fit. I feel his hands roam my back and he lowers his head into the side of my neck. He pulls me even closer and I close my eyes and just lose myself to the song, and to this man whom I've just met.
He turns me around and place my back to his chest. He puts both arms around my neck and holds me against body as we sway from side to side. The song ends and Ed Sheeran's Kiss Me comes on, and we just continue to dance. I turn around to face him again and when Ed says kiss me like you wanna be loved, he lowers his head and captures my lips. He kissed me slowly, softly and gently. His lips opened over mine, tempting me into opening them. I closed my eyes and leaned against him as his body covered mine. He moved his lips from mine to kiss my cheeks, temple, neck, and finally my throat. I leaned against him, my body a mass of sensations. To be touched so gently, to be held, to be kissed so sensually was almost more than I could bear.
I was leaning into him fully now. If he released me, I would no doubt fall to the ground. I put myself into his care completely and he rewards me by touching my hair, smoothing it back from my temple. I look up and he smiles down at me. I smile back and we continue to dance. The song changes into another ballad that I don't recognize, and we continue to hold on to each other as if we never wanted to let go.
"I've never seen a woman as beautiful as you. From the moment I saw you dancing by yourself by the bar, I've been unable to look away," he whispers.
I look up at him and blink. Those are the words that I've always wanted to hear, but never have, until tonight. Very gently he kissed my lips and I felt my knees weaken, feeling a desire I've never felt before. He caught me about the waist and lifted me off the floor, spinning me around. He takes my hand and we leave the living room and head down a long hallway. We stop outside of a closed door and he turns to me.
"This is my bedroom. Do you want to walk through this door? If you say yes, I want to take off your clothes and make love to you."
I want him like I've never wanted another person before. Can I do this? Can I be intimate with someone I've just met? I look in his gray eyes, and I nod. I do want him. I want us to have this one night. No strings. Just two people taking what they need from the other. This is not a time to overthink things. T
"Yes? Say it," He says.
"Yes."
He opens the door and we are led to a massive bedroom. This room is bigger than Ray's house in Montesano. Unlike the rest of his house, this room is warm and inviting. I don't have much time to look around, because he kisses me as soon as I step through the threshold and he closes the door. He turns me around and unzips my dress, and it falls to the ground, pooling at my feet. Thankfully I wore matching black lace bra and panties. He slowly pulls down my underwear. He follows that by removing my bra and cupping my breasts, pinching each hardened nipple between his fingers. He steps back and looks at me, admiring my nakedness, and making me blush.
"Flawless," he says. "Just as I've imagined all night."
I remove my shoes and boldly walk towards him. I slow unbutton his shirt and he shrugs it off his shoulders. I remove his tee shirt and admire his body. His stomach is flat, with defined muscles. I run my fingers over his torso and watch as he gets goosebumps over his body. I reach for his pants and unbuckle his belt. Before I know it, he's been stripped of his pants and boxers and he's completely naked before me. His legs are long and strong, like tree trunks. His dick is pointing right at me and my hand automatically touches it, wiping the pre-cum from the tip. I lick my finger and he inhales, flaring his nostrils.
He lifts me and lays me on the bed. He lays next to me and kisses my lips again. This time the kiss isn't gentle. It's desperate, rough, demanding. His hands run over the skin on my chest, playing against the swell of my breasts.
"I'll die if I don't have you soon," he says.
"So, have me."
"Ana," he whispered, and he moved his body on top of hers and began to kiss her with an ardor she had never felt before. She began to kiss him back with just as much passion, moans filled the room as tongues and teeth met. His mouth moved to down to fasten onto my breast and I stiffened in surprise, then seemed to melt in desire. Being with him is better than I ever could have imagined, and I buried my hand in his messy head of hair as I arch my back so that he would have better access to my body.
He began to move lower, kissing and nibbling at her hips and down to her legs. He started to kiss his way up again stopped at the apex of my thighs. He spread my legs wider and touched my folds with his hands. I moan as he slips his fingers inside of me. I can feel my desire coating his hand. He pulls his hand out and puts his head in my core, first licking my clit slowly, with long measured strokes. He takes his hand and spreads me wide open and starts to fuck me with his tongue. I grab his hair and pull on it in my passion induced haze. I lose all thought at the moment, having never experienced something so pleasurable. He continues to do this until the orgasm rocks my body and I feel even more stickiness between my thighs.
Before I know it, he's reaching for a condom in his nightstand and he's positioning himself at my entrance. I throw my head back as he enters me quickly, roughly, burying himself completely inside of me. While his tongue on me was slow and measured, his thrusts are anything but. He pounds into over and over again, causing waves of pleasure throughout my body. He grabs my butt to bring our bodies even closer together as he continues his punishing thrusts.
I hear him call my name and he comes. I come again, muttering something unknown as he collapses on top of me. We lay there spent and sweaty, our bodies sticking together. He rolls off of me and I see him take off the condom, fasten it and throw it on the floor. He reaches for me and pulls me to him, kissing me deeply. We laid there for what feels like forever, staring into each other's eyes, speaking to each other, but not with words. He puts a piece of hair behind my ear and looks down at my body.
"So beautiful and soft," he whispers.
"So handsome and hard," I reply back as I reach for his dick.
"Well maybe not so hard at the moment," he laughs. "You've worked your feminine wiles on me."
I blush, not really knowing what to say. This wasn't my first sexual experience, but it felt like it. I never felt anything like this before. I've never orgasmed and never felt so connected with another human being.
"Wait right here," he says as he gets up and leaves the room. He doesn't even bother to throw on a robe. I watch his ass as he leaves. The man must spend a lot of time at the gym to have such a toned and muscular body. He comes back carrying the fruit tray and what looks like champagne. He slips back in the bed next to me and we feed each other again, smiling at each other and kissing every few seconds.
"Stay the night with me," he says.
"It's now Christmas Eve. We have obligations. Besides, you don't have to ask me to stay."
"I want you to stay," he says. Just then I hear my phone ringing from his jacket pocket. All of my friends have distinct ring tones, and this ring tone is generic. I already know who it is. Only one person would call this late, hoping I answer. I look at Christian and he's looking from the jacket back to me.
"Who's calling you so late, Ms. Steele?" He asks with an angry edge in his voice.
"It could only be one person. My mother. We're estranged," is all I manage to say. I'm in bed with this naked, sexy man and the last thing I want to do is revisit my mommy issues.
"Maybe you should answer."
"No," is all I say.
He reaches over and gently strokes my cheek, putting a stray piece of hair behind my ear.
"Do you want to talk about it?" He asks. I see such tenderness in his eyes. The intensity that I saw earlier is gone, replaced with something akin to empathy or maybe even pity.
"There are other things I'd rather do," I say as I climb on top of him, silencing him with my mouth.
We make love three more times that night, each time more fulfilling and pleasurable than the last. Each time we do something more carnal than the last. He spent so much time with his head between my legs, I didn't know where my body ended and where his began. When I pleasured him with my mouth, he only lasted a couple of minutes before he emptied into my mouth, ordering me to swallow. After that he spanked me for making him lose control of his body. I've never known a spanking could be so erotic. Once the spanking was over he kissed my stinging flesh, bent me over and did me from behind at a punishing pace. That last time was for his pleasure alone, but I still found my release.
I've only known one other man in the biblical sense, but I never thought that a lover could be so all encompassing. He consumed me fully, leaving no room for anything else but him. We finally fall asleep in each other's arms sometime around 3 am. When I wake up a few hours later, our legs are intertwined, and I can see the sun starting to rise. I look at my lover who is sound asleep with what looks to be a small, secret smile on his face. I run my fingers through his reddish hair, trying to tame his mane. It was no use.
I wince as I get up. Every part of me hurts, but it's a pain that I welcome.
I look around the room and see the four soiled condoms that we used. I use his massive bathroom quickly, dress and slip out of the room. Since it's cold outside, I take his suit jacket, as a token of our night together and call the elevator. Thankfully I remember the code and I'm in the lobby in no time. I take one last look around the lobby as I tell myself no regrets.