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Will Ana publish the interview?
Will there be some kind of sexual release for these two? ;-)
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CHAPTER SIX
I WAS CURSING MYSELF as more I consumed, the more Christian became more beautiful. He was a perfect specimen of the male species even if he was a bit of a dirty nomad at times.
As the stars made their way into the night's sky, we stumbled into his bedroom. Landing awkwardly on his oversized bed, perfect for a messy card game and to lounge together.
"Are you surprised by your success?" I'd asked him, rolling around on his mattress, amazed by the comfort. Where does one buy a bed out here? Christian nodded as he began to open his mouth, and it fell shut again.
"Ohhh God, you're soooo frussstrating," I thumped a pillow as my speech slurred. "Just tell me what you're thinking."
He stilled for a moment, drinking from a small brown bottle while eyeing me carefully. "I want to..." he grew close staring at my face, my lips in particular hesitating at the moment and eventually shaking off his silent thought. "My editor has briefed I'm a publishing sensation." he grinned, patting his chest full of pride.
"Fuck yeah!" I mumbled.
I covered my mouth, this was a usual situation when copious amounts of alcohol were being consumed. I quickly mouthed 'sorry' hiccuping in the process.
"It's thousands and thousands of people reading your—"
"Over a combined million," he tilted his head up, and that grin was still plastered on his face.
"And you are," pushing his chest, he fell back laughing, "bragging Mr Grey," I hooked a brow, leaning on my side, fiddling with the deck of cards.
We both held our stare, he gazed at my lips for a little too long. It was difficult to concentrate when he was lying next to me. Shaking my head, remember Ana do not fuck the headline.
He smiled and leaned back, far more comfortable with me than he should have been. Our eyes brightened and Christian couldn't look away.
"Did you know…" I said, my smile warm and alive, "there are many groups popping up online which you have inspired. More about writing, reviewing, and even fanfiction. You are getting a whole new world of people writing and reading who never had before."
Christian looked down the neck of his empty bottle, and his mute persona returned.
"Well don't clam up now. Dinner was amusing, even though I would need to disagree having meat in a pie, but that's a whole other conversation." he cracked out in laughter, "We are being civil, which is a great change, I was getting used to you being an asshole, but I love this better." I smiled and butterflies ruffled in my stomach.
He hooked his brow, "This..." I waved my hand between us, "is nice." And Christian smiled, "I like you, Christian," I confessed, on the man's bed.
Don't regret your words, please don't regret your words.
"What?" he arched one thick brow as though questioning me.
"With few exceptions, I've enjoyed my time with you."
"Really?" my declaration amused him.
He laid back on the bed, his arms by his side, staring at the ceiling, and then back to me. I'm sure he's expecting me to elaborate.
I crawled on top of him, and he didn't resist my endeavor, before answering, "I'm not going to feed your ego, Mr Grey."
"Oh…come on. Why not?" he whined.
I couldn't hold back, it was now or never, "Okay ready for the ego trip," I said.
He put out his hand motioning me to continue, "You are who you are and you aren't willing to apologize for it. I like that." I was actually attracted to the fact that Christian was my type, but damn if I was going to admit it out loud.
"I had a 4.0 GPA before I quit college," he said.
I laughed at how random it was, "yet so humble Mr Grey."
"Touché." he chuckled and then asked, "What about good-looking?" his hands went around my waist.
"I don't feel qualified to answer that," I barely got the words out as my breath left me. His touch sent lightning up my spine, as I cocked my head to the side as I began assessing his looks.
"Why not?" he challenged and bucked into my core.
It was a knee-jerk reaction as my hip ground into his waist. Visually my cheeks must have been burning, but I wasn't the only one affected by our actions. Leaning forward, I felt his length harden under his clothing.
"It's hard…" I coughed, "I mean... your face is covered," my fingers brushed over his stubble, "with scruff."
"True, besides Ana, razors are hard to come by when you're in the Outback."
Our conversation continued innocently grinding into each other's crotch. The more I got to know him, the stronger my feelings became. Before long, two empty bottles of red were sitting next to his alarm clock and the poker game was well forgotten.
"Ana," he whispered, his teeth grazing over my neck as we rolled apart.
His room is dark, only lit by the glow of a small desk lamp. "Christian…" I panted as goosebumps coarse my flesh.
"Quiet Miss Steele," his voice hummed over my throat, "I've wanted you… all night." He lies me flat on my back, brushing his hand under my shirt. My nipples instantly form small peaks. "You confuse me, make me want things," he said as his groin pressed between my thighs.
I flush, more embarrassed and wet by the second. Before I know what's happening, he shimmies my shirt off, pulling the straps of my black bra down my shoulders.
Sitting back he looked at me, "You're such a fine beauty." He groaned as his mouth hovered over my bra, occasionally nipping at my breast.
"And you're drunk... we're drunk." I moan between the pleasure he was giving. I knew this was morally wrong. I had an interview to publish, and I couldn't, I shouldn't fuck the guy.
"Does it matter?" And his three words made me to mush.
My legs start shaking. I know he can feel it because his free hand pushes them apart a second later, giving him ample space to move in for the kill. Christian's fingers hook the cup of my bra, tugging it down popping my breasts out of their cage. Bringing his face to my pink flesh, his mouth engulfed my rock hard nipple. It was all tongue and warm breaths teasing my peaks as his hand gripped my flowing hair, catalyzing my inevitable whimper.
"Christian..." his name barely audible, but I wanted him.
No man has ever treated me like this and the arousal is real. It's brutal pretending I'm not, even as everything in the back of my head screams don't fuck the headline.
"We...we shouldn't. The. Interview. Christian..." I pant out these life-changing words. I needed to think about my career, not my vagina and most definitely not the man who was undoing me.
"I think our professionalism has flown out the window, Miss Steele." He words were low and deep.
"Stop. Calling. Me. Miss Steele." I continued to pant.
Instantly Christian spread my mouth open, pushing his tongue against mine, sucking and consuming the life from me.
It was a carnal desire, as we tore our remaining clothes off as if it were our last night on this earth. His fingers trail my back, scratching my damp skin all the way to cup my ass cheeks.
I want this man to overrule me, dominate like the heroes in his novels.
Growling like a beast, his hand circle to my front, caressing my thigh, inching ever so close to my core. The slight tug of my pubic hair caught me by surprise, as he nibbled my ear. "I love this, it gives me something to pull." I tugged again, making me wince with pleasure, "you're a real woman Ana."
Whimpering, needing him inside of me, I clench his length in my hand, his yelp of approval was all I needed to hear. "And my God, you're most definitely a real man."
"Jesus Ana, I need to be inside of you," his knee push my thighs further apart.
I hear him inhale, and thrust himself inside me. My eyelids flutter, as he finds our rhythm, combining a swirl to our hips and kiss of our lips. Our primal urge to speed up, rock our cores, in and out. I shake uncontrollably as a fireball swells within.
I'm melting down from the inside out. "Christian, I'm—" My body finishes my words for me.
Seconds later I'm coming so fucking hard I can only pant my actions. Christian pushes his face deeper into mine, feeling the extent of his length pulsing from tip to the very root. My fingers curl into his back, as his thrusts don't ease.
Looking into our eyes I'm struck with the man on top of me. First, by his grey eyes, it's not lusting as I thought, it's hunger and something much deeper. My legs clench around him, tighter and tighter. Our passion is fast and hard as the bed rocks and creaks to the movement of our passion. His cock is like a piston, the swollen tip reaches up, hitting where I love it the most, sending me over the horizon well into the home of the cosmos.
"Again Ana. Fucking come with me," I want to hold onto this, but my body betrays me, coiling around him, fusing my pleasure around his cock.
For the next few binding minutes, pleasure rips through me, as I scream his name too many times to count. Christian growls louder, and snarl his pleasure, as I feel him explode within me.
"Jesus Ana," his growl becomes a roar, drowning out my own cries of pleasure. He floods me and then some.
Staring at one another, catching our breaths, I have never experienced sex like that before. Post bliss he scoops me from behind stroking down the side of my body.
He whispers, "Ana I don't want you to leave."
Through sheer exhaustion from our fun, I close my eyes for just a moment.
...
I OPENED AN EYE, everything ached for the better from my waist down, and I was glad to see the gorgeous man who had fucked me sideways, studying me.
"You talk in your sleep." he mentioned, which I'm sure are lies.
Knowing the effects of the alcohol wearing off, I was feeling exposed. I stretched my arms above me and grabbed the sheet to cover my very naked body.
"Don't get shy on me now," Christian said as he tugged the sheet down, leaning over to kiss me on the lips.
Was this only a distraction for the inevitable, knowing Tales will be collecting me in the morning?
"I have something to show you," he asked, leaving his bedroom completely naked.
Not giving me a chance to answer this question, all I could do was follow. Of course, wrapped with his sheet still for my modesty, I guess something he now lacked.
We walked outside, "Sit," he suggested and I obliged, "Why don't we rest for a few minutes," he murmured in my ear.
Christian knelt behind me, rubbing my shoulders sending shivers down my spine. His touch was addictive not only for my core but my soul. I closed my eyes and with a sigh I let my head fall back onto him. His breath blew behind my neck as his lips peppered my skin.
The night was peaceful in contrast from the previous night. The storm was over, and it was relatively peaceful. My eyes tilted upwards to the star-filled heavens. In all my life, I've never seen so many stars. Thousands upon thousands of pinpricks of luminous twinkling lights, dotting the black sky.
"Oh, it's beautiful," I whispered, caught up in the magic of the moment. "This is surreal, during the day I see rainbows and at night a mesmerizing show."
Christian lowered the sheet, so we were skin to skin, "I'll never grow tired of this view," he whispered as his finger outlined my breast, areola, then the nipple. "It's incredible. Breathtaking." he moaned into my skin as he kissed my neck.
"Close your eyes." I did as he requested.
He spun me around, into a full embrace. I needed to pull back and let reality hit, but I couldn't, I wanted him as much as he wanted me.
"Stay," he spoke on my lips.
Our close proximity webbed us as one. I knew what I needed to say. One word.
"No."
His breath hitched as if this wasn't the answer he was expecting. But he must have known it was my only option.
"You wound me, Miss Steele. I better make the most of tonight." he looked up at the night sky, "I don't think I've ever seen anything more beautiful."
"Me either," and I grabbed his face kissing him.
My mind swirled, inhaling a deep breath, I glanced to find Christian studying me. I couldn't speak even though I wanted to say an endless amount. I wanted to thank him, sharing his home, and opening up to me. They were on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn't murmur a single word without tears falling.
"I need to take you again."
"But we're outside—" were the only words I managed before his lips were on mine again.
I was lying back on his sheet staring at the sky of sparkling diamonds as well as the man I was surrendering to.
"Please," he begged.
His expression panged me, as I was becoming one of those women. He was opening up to me, sharing his soul and I was only breaking it into a thousand pieces, once again. I knew when it came to the morning I wouldn't know how to say goodbye to him, perhaps that was for the best, as leaving was the only option. An immediate sense of regret filled my chest. In such a short amount of time, Australia had won me over, as well as the mysterious author called C Grey.
"Of course," I kissed him.
And for the few hours we had, we made love under our own snowflakes of light, the cosmos.
...
"ALL READY?" a weary voice said to me.
A horn blared in the distance. I wasn't eager to leave but knowing I must. I had my life back in Seattle, and my new awaiting career thanks to this man.
"That must be Tales," Christian said.
I nodded, "Or one very disgruntle beast," we both chuckled.
I dragged my suitcase behind me, giving a quick check of his home to be sure I left nothing behind, other than the one thing I truly wanted. Christian.
Goodbyes hurt, and this was salt in the wound. These last few moments we kept our distance and surprising it hurt. GT licked me alive, not wanting to leave my side. The three of us walked to Tale's truck.
"This was my first trip to Australia, I'm glad I spent it with you," I said, more to fill the silence than to make conversation.
His mute facade was back and he reached for my suitcase carrying it to Tale's truck. I followed, with a lump in my throat and tears threatening to fall. I shouldn't get emotional over this farewell, it was embarrassing and utterly ridiculous. I barely knew this man, other than that he was an exceptional lover.
Christian had the passenger door open and my suitcase stored inside. He exchanged a few short words with Tales, but I couldn't hear what he said over the roar of the engine.
I made sure I had a smile in place when he turned to face me. I hadn't thought what my last words to him would be, and I said what came instinctively. "Thank you for everything."
Christian looked down at me, his stormy eyes as intense as ever. I wanted to tell him without words how much the last two days had meant to me, and how impressed I was with the man he was. I longed to thank him for opening my eyes to what it was to be with a man who had been destroyed by his past only to rebuild it for the better.
He pulled me close and as if he couldn't help himself he lowered his mouth to mine.
I gave a small cry of appreciation and gratitude as I clung to him. This was exactly what I wanted, what I'd hoped would happen. And his kiss was everything plus more, a million more stars and snowflakes combined. I locked my arms around his neck kissing him back, wanting to return everything that he had given me.
Love.
After a long moment, we released for air, but he still hugged me close and tight against him.
"Goodbye, Christian," I whispered close to his ear.
He kissed my neck and then whispered back, "Goodbye snowflake, you're one in a billion that's for sure."
As I started to climb into the cab of the truck, he stopped me by holding my hand. He looked deep into my eyes as if to gauge my reaction, and then leaned forward and said, "Ana?"
"Yes?" my heart was in my throat.
If he asked me again, I would stay. Fuck work, fuck Seattle.
Leaning in close, he kissed my palm saying, "Please don't publish the interview."