Yes this chapter is smutty. Just look at the way Christian looked the morning after (I've heard it accurately described as like the cat that ate the canary) and you'll know I speak nothing but the truth ;-)

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I don't think I've ever been as aroused as I am right at this minute. I bless the decadent mood I was in this morning, when I decided to finally use those new, dark red, high thread count sheets I had bought in a whim last Christmas. As I smoothed the sheets back with my hands, I had imaged what he'd look like, sprawled all over them. But my vivid imagination lacked the ability to create the perfect picture I currently see right in front of me. Syed. My beautiful, luscious, wonderful Syed. I can't stop myself from reaching out a hand, touching him, making sure that this time, he is no figment of my overactive imagination. I heave a shaky sigh as I feel the reassuring warmth of his flesh beneath my touch. I sit back, straddling his hips, and admire the view.

'Sy…'

He looks up, smiles at me and my heart skips a beat.

'I've missed that' he says

'What? I ask.

'The way you say my name. You say it as if I was the most precious thing in the world and than you look at me as if you can't wait to ravish me' he explains.

I can feel a devilish grin forming on my lips.

'Not just yet', I answer, 'I want to look at you for bit'. I lean forward and whisper in his ear: 'You hold that thought though mister. I'll be getting back to that later'.

I teasingly nip at his bottom lip, making him yelp.

'Later? How much later?' he enquires innocently as he wriggles underneath me, making our contact even more intimate.

I hiss my breath and close my eyes, fighting to keep myself under control. When I feel it's safe, I look at him in mock disappointment and say: 'Now for that alone, I have no choice but to make you wait just a little longer'.

'You weren't so patient earlier' he pouts, crossing his arms over his chest. God that makes him look adorable…

Ah yes, earlier… I feel a little thrill of excitement go through me as I recall the way we entered the apartment. Throwing caution to the wind, we had hurriedly made our way over together. No waiting for me to go first to avoid suspicion. No looking around to see if anyone spotted us, slipping through the door. The only concession to common sense I made was to keep my eyes down at all times, knowing that my look would betray my lustful intentions. I raced up the stairs, dragging him along behind me. I unlocked the door, kicked it closed behind us and shoved him up against it in one swift move. I bruised his lips in a ferocious kiss, thrusting my tongue in his mouth, reclaiming what was mine all along. He groaned in my mouth, pushing himself into me with the use of the door behind him as leverage. Fumbling, urgent hands unbuttoned buttons, unzipped trousers. No time for undressing, the only item of clothing actually taken off his leather jacket.

'Need you…' he gasped as he rutted his exposed erection against mine, 'need you… now'.

In seconds his strong legs were wrapped around me, his hands holding onto my shoulders for support as I was thrusting into him with abandon. I would have been worried of hurting him but for the glazed expression he wore.

'That was… fun' I admit. 'But it's time for some more leisurely fun now'

I bend over and flick my tongue in featherlike motions over his skin in order to demonstrate my intentions.

'You're going to kill me, aren't you?' he groans, arching his back, offering more of his skin for me to taste.

I smile against his skin, giving him a chastising pinch in one of his most sensitive places. His eyes fly open and he shivers beneath me.

'I would never be so cruel' I lecture, blowing hot air on his belly, making his muscles quiver. 'But I'll have you begging me for mercy before the end' I vow.

'Promise?' he whispers, a challenge in his soft, brown eyes.

'God yes' I agree.

There is no more talk for quite some time. Only the sounds of the crisp new sheets underneath him, my heavy breathing sometimes broken by low moans and his alternately whimpering cries, soft pants and toe curling groans fill the air around us. Taking my time, I start reacquainting myself with his body, kissing, caressing, worshipping every single part of it. My hands feel their way along every familiar curve and angle, his body arching underneath my touch like a contented cat being stroked. Again I take the time to look at him. The shaggy hair, still mussed by our antics earlier. His eyes feverish, half lidded at times, wide open the next. His lips, soft, moist and slightly parted. His arms, thrown over his head in a silent surrender. His legs spread wantonly, giving me a glorious view of his straining cock. I slide further down, bend over and take him in my mouth, using my hands to pin him down.

'Christian…' he moans, repeating it with a desperate ring to his voice as I moan around him.

I have to use force to keep his hips firmly down, preventing him from thrusting himself down my throat. Patience Syed, I think as I curl my tongue around him. His head is thrashing on the pillows, his body shivering under my touch. I make him wait, working his length up and down, until I see him biting down hard on his lower lip. Then I finally give him what I know he wants, taking him in deep and then swallowing around him, successfully repressing my gag reflex. An animalistic cry escapes his lips as he kick his legs out in a spasm of pure pleasure.

'Christian…please… ' he begs.

I withdraw, looking up at him with a smug little smile.

'Told you so' I taunt.

He's beyond caring though, his eyes wild, the adrenalin racing through his body giving him extra strength. I yelp in surprise as he flips us over and I look up in to the fierce beauty of his face.

'That's better' he sighs, climbing on top of me, clamping my hips between his thighs. He flashes me a wicked smile before taking my throbbing cock in a firm grip, guiding it to align with that magnificent arse of his.

'Syed…'

His name is nothing but a hoarse whisper on my suddenly dry lips.

'Who's begging now?' he smirks, lowering himself slowly on my straining cock.

He never ceases to amaze me. I forgot that he could be like that, giving himself to me freely, without reservation, but also able to take me with such determined confidence.

As soon as I'm fully buried inside him, he starts rocking back and forth, a blissful expression on his face. For a while I just let it happen, lay back, enthralled by the breathtaking sight he makes. But then I decide enough is enough. I take an iron grip on his hips and manoeuvre us so that he is pinned beneath me once more.

'Hey!' he protests good-naturedly.

I respond by moving deeper inside him, satisfied to see his eyes roll back in his head with pleasure.

'Got any complaints?' I enquire.

But all he does is shake his head in denial and raise his hips up to meet mine.

I try and stretch out our love making for as long as I can, stilling my motions as I sense we're getting too close, then speeding up again to keep us right near the edge of that cliff. As much as I want to give in, yearn to let the tides of our climax rip through us, I fight to hold back. I'm not ready. I want to hang on just a little while longer, be with him, inside him, for just a few minutes more. I let my hands stroke his body tenderly, reaching up to cup his face, tilting it so I can give him the sweetest of kisses. Speeding up my movements, I finally push him over the edge, thrilled to hear his whimpering cry as he comes. I hold him in my arms, still moving inside him, trying to tell him with my body what I cannot yet tell him with my words. I love you, I think, stroking his hair back from his face. I love you, I think, kissing his closed eyelids. And as I feel the truth beneath my unspoken words, I sink onto his welcoming body and let my climax take me.

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