The characters are owned by E.L. James, but the story is all mine.

An arm around my waist. A hand on my hip. Fingers in my hair, softly pushing my head into his kiss. Lips that are soft and warm. Lips on my cheeks, my neck, the corner of my mouth. Breath on my skin. Arm on my shoulder.

The kissing starts to deepen. I'm hungry for him. And I can feel he's equally hungry.

The soft caressing starts to turn into groping and the breathing turns into panting.

All I want is to just dissolve into him, I want to feel him, I want him in...OUCH!

Memo to myself: don't stand on that foot.

"mmm...foot...hurts...mmm...couch...mmm..." I tell him as we continue kissing.

He understands and lowers me onto the couch.

Before I know it our shirts are off and he's lying on top of me.

His hands roam my body...down my waist...the top of my pants...slowly he takes the waistband of my pants and starts taking them off. While pulling he kisses every inch of my skin. The only thing I can do is lie there and just try to keep breathing.

Really carefully he takes my foot in his hand and kisses the bandages and tosses my pants on the ground. He watches me for a couple of seconds and I can feel myself blush.

"You're beautiful".

"You're dressed".

"Not anymore". He pulls his pants down with lightning speed. And almost dives on top of me.

He wants me.

He really wants me.

Now how did that happen? Not that I'm complaining.I'm lying on a couch in my dream-library with the most handsome man I've ever met lying on top of me. What have I done to deserve this?

"mmmmm...feels so good" I moan as he pulls my bra down and takes my nipple in his mouth.

My hands run down his back over his butt.

I still want to feel more of him.

Mmmmmmm, he really smells nice too...

and tastes delicious...

and he feels...mmmmm.

All I can do is feel. I've a hard time thinking coherent thoughts. But why should I think anything. I can die now perfectly happy just feeling. Being held. Being kissed. Being...his?

Wait...what?

His?

mmmm...yes...his.

And I want him to be mine.

"Christian?"

"Mmmmmm"

"Take me".

And I feel.

Yes this is a short one You don't need to tell me. I already know this.

Next one will be longer, promised.