A/N- Bring on the smut!

KPOV

I hadn't been singing the last few weeks, too nervous about what I had signed myself up for. I'm not nervous anymore, in fact, I'm more relaxed than I've been in a long time. The nice part is that the singing is not coming from grief either. Claude worked me well, started slowly, I could feel muscles that hadn't been used being stretched and flexed again. I feel good, body, mind, and even my soul.

I turn myself so I can rinse the shampoo out of my hair, eyes closed, enjoying the coolness of the water on my overheated body. I ate almost as soon as I got back and the waffle was great. Mrs. Jones had some juice and water waiting for me, along with more fruit. She must know what I should eat after a work-out. She didn't say much to me until I slowed down with my eating. I like her, she makes me think of what my mother should be like towards me, but obviously isn't.

When I open my eyes, Christian is standing there, watching me through the shower door. I don't know why that doesn't scare me. I push it open and he steps in, pulling me into his arms and kissing me like he hasn't seen me in months. I fist my hands in his hair and he opens his mouth, letting me slide my tongue into it. He pushes us against the wall, slick and a little chilly, but perfect.

"I've missed you." He growls into my ear before he lifts my legs up to wrap around his waist. I reach down between our bodies and when I take hold of him in my hand, realize he already has a condom on. The man comes prepared.

He's kissing on my neck as I guide him to my entrance and just before he thrusts himself into me, I tell him, "I missed you too."

Christian groans as he starts a slow pace, trying to figure out how much we can handle standing up in this shower. I'm already losing my mind at how good he feels inside of me and that's before he starts to kiss me again. So much passion is behind these kisses and I am enjoying every ounce of them. He begins pumping into me harder and a white light bursts into my wide open eyes. Wow, even when my eyes are open, those white lights hit me. On his last, hard thrust, I come just as he calls out my name.

Christian's head is nuzzled on my neck and he's breathing heavily. I can't help but run my hand over his hair as if I'm comforting him in some way. My legs are still wrapped tightly around him and it doesn't seem to bother him since he's still inside of me.

He pulls his face from my neck and just looks at me as I move my hands to the sides of his face. I can't help but ask, "Are you okay, Christian?"

He nods, putting his large hands under my thighs to help me stand on my own two feet. Putting his forehead down against mine, he answers, "You have a really nice voice."

I smile and giggle, running a finger over his solid chest, "That's why you attacked me in here?"

His smile is so sexy and warm I just want to snuggle up with him. "No, I told you I missed you."

"Maybe you should go to work more often." I suggest but know I don't mean it.

"Bite your tongue! I hated not being near you the whole time!" Christian blurts out. I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one surprised by his admission.

I try to stay calm, keep the smile from getting too big on my face. "Well, that just means you weren't working hard enough. I, on the other hand, have muscles that are not too happy at the moment."

His eyebrows go up. Either he's shocked that I just said that or shocked I didn't respond in kind to what he just said. Luckily, he goes with my first guess. As he puts some soap in his hands to wash himself, he asks, "So, what did Claude have you do?"

"Nothing too hard. Most of the hour and a half was spent stretching and seeing which areas may need the most work. He loves my arms though; said archery is one of the best workouts for them." I tell him, washing myself as well. "He said we'll focus on my legs and I told him I that I'm pretty good at running and climbing. I don't think he'll get trees in his gym for me though."

Christian smiles again, "No, pretty doubtful. What about the archery?"

"Well, he said he has another spot we can go to for that. He said he wasn't about to build a whole area just for me, so we'll go somewhere else. I hope its outside, I hate shooting indoors." I explain, rinsing myself off and getting myself ready to get out. Christian nods at me and I get out, grabbing one of the warm fluffy towels and start drying myself off.

Talking loudly over the water, Christian informs me, "There will be a stylist coming here at four to do your hair and make-up. I already told him that we're going for classic, no bright colors, and no obnoxious addition as your hair is plenty long enough."

I nod. "Him? Anyone I may know?"

"I really don't know. He is being sent by a good friend who runs a salon that I own." The water turns off and I hold out a towel for Christian as he gets out.

"So, what other kinds of businesses to you own?" I walk over to the counter, putting a leg up on it to put some lotion on. I can see Christian's reflection and smile as he's watching me. "Own any company that makes lotions?"

All of a sudden, I feel him behind me, a very stiff part of his body poking my butt through the towel fabric. I look up and he has that devilish grin on his face and a glimmer in his grey eyes. In a husky voice that goes straight to my center, he says, "I own a few different places. Let's get you all lotioned up."

He takes the bottle away from me and I put my leg down. He squeezes the bottle and squirts some of the lotion onto his hand, rubbing both together to spread it out. Starting with my shoulders, he rubs the cream into my skin. I feel like I should be enjoying this laying down or something, but he keeps me entranced through the mirror. I can't take my eyes off of his in the reflection. He covers every inch of my body with the lotion, making me tingle everywhere. He takes special care around the sensitive areas of my breasts and goes very slowly and gently around my scars. It's all I can do to not turn around and jump him. Luckily, he finally finishes.

I turn myself around to look at him, standing there in a towel cinched about his waist. I undo it, letting it fall to a puddle at our feet. "Well, Mr. Grey, I do believe we need to take care of this painful looking bulge you have."

I drop to my knees and instantly take him into my mouth. His gasp makes me smile against him and pull more of him into my mouth. I wrap one hand around the base of him and begin moving my head back and forth on him. My jaw doesn't hurt quite as much as it did the day before. I open it wider and suck him in. I must have done it with some kind of force, because I feel Christian step back awkwardly and catch himself. I pull my mouth away from him, making a popping noise as I release him.

I look up at him and smile. Letting my hand drop, I take him back into my mouth, making circles with my tongue around his tip. I feel his fingers combing into my hair, almost massaging my scalp. I lick him up and down, the whole length of him, and finally take him back into my mouth again, moaning. I like doing this for him, even more so as I feel him begin to rock his hips back and forth slowly. Tightening my lips around him, I start sucking harder and brace myself by putting my hands on his butt and squeezing.

"Ahhhh, that's it!" He growls and then his hands are under my armpits, lifting me up and carrying me into the bedroom. He practically throws me onto the bed, which just makes the whole thing even hotter.

Crawling on top of me and reaching to his nightstand, he grabs a condom and tears it open, in a bit of a rush it seems. He puts one of my legs over his shoulder and slams into me.

"Oh my! Oh my God!" I yell out, I can't not make any noise that isn't going to be loud as he pumps into me. He rolls us over so I'm on top and riding him, my breasts bouncing against my chest. Christian grabs one of them, rolling my nipple between his fingers and then doing the same to the other one, so both are hard and taunt.

I throw my head back, feeling the fullness of him inside of me and looking at the ceiling, I feel my center tightening around him. I look back down at Christian, who has been busy watching me again. He shakes his head, "Not yet."

He slides me off of him, "Get on your knees."

I do as he says and instead of feeling him fill me again, I feel his tongue on me. The sensation is entirely different, since he was just in me. I struggle to keep my arms from buckling beneath me and do everything I can to not push myself against his mouth. But then he slides a finger into me, the second following quickly. Now I have to move my hips, I can't even help it.

"That's right, baby, move yourself. Want another one?" He asks, leaning over me, his voice like honey and I'm the bear.

I turn my face towards him and he slides his tongue into my mouth, tasting myself. Pulling back, "Yes, please."

The third finger goes in and I start to really grind myself against his hand. Christian begins rubbing my backside with his free hand. All's well and I'm getting wetter by the second. Then SMACK! Holy cow, his fingers are in me, my butt throbbing now, and it's getting to be too much. He hits me again and then two more times. I come all over his hand, letting out a guttural cry.

"That's it baby." He pulls his fingers from me but doesn't let me rest. He pushes me back onto the bed and enters me swiftly. It doesn't take long for the white blobs to hit my eyes again before I'm practically sobbing for release. What makes it worse but oh so much better is Christian is going slow. He kisses me sweetly and I kiss him back hungrily. I don't know if I've ever wanted someone so bad.