a/n: Thank you so much to everyone who took the time to review the last chapter! There will be one more after this one. And just a reminder-this story will end with a cliffhanger.

Christian shifted until he was resting on his stomach, his upper body supported by his elbows. His hands were splayed over her upper legs, his fingers resting on top and his thumbs caressing the soft skin of her inner thighs. He took a deep breath, Ana's scent taunting him until he could take no more.

He slid his hands higher until his thumbs reached her lips. Separating her folds and bending his head, his tongue thrust forth, glancing over her opening as he swept it up in one long, leisurely lick, applying the slightest bit of pressure on her clit. When her hips shot up off the floor and she gasped in response, he concentrated on that spot, his tongue darting in and out of his mouth alternated with firm licks. It was her first time; he should tease her, drag it out for her. But fuck…she tasted so good, and she was already so fucking wet. If he was going to last longer than thirty seconds, he was going to have to speed this along. He could make it up to her next time—a dangerous thought, he knew.

This should be it, and if he could find the strength, it would be. She was eighteen, for God's sake. The last thing she needed was to jump from high school graduation into a relationship with him. What would she do? Sit at home waiting for him while he spent half his life travelling while wheeling and dealing? No. They'd talked enough that he knew she had plans, and he wouldn't rob her of them—not like he was robbing her of her virginity. Maybe in a few years…no! This was sex; that's all this was. And he'd keep reminding himself of that fact until it was all he knew.

"Christian…"

His name was raspy on her lips; from the way her body tensed, he could tell she was close. When he slid his middle finger into her warmth, her body instantly clenched around it. Cock strained against denim at the thought of how snug she was going to be when he finally took her.

He lifted his head, his thumb swiftly replacing his tongue. His finger continued to work her lower body as he watched while she panted, her shoulders lifting from the makeshift bed and dropping over and over again as her orgasm consumed her. Little whimpers escaped—whimpers he was sure would turn to moans or screams the more she had sex—she'd become less self-conscious with more experience, and hell, he hated how much he wanted to be around for that.

"Oooh." With a soft moan, her body—spent from the intensity—fell to the quilt beneath her, and he heard a soft laugh.

He drew his finger back, lifting it to his mouth. Gaze locked on Ana's, Christian groaned while he sucked, the tangy taste of her sliding down his throat. When he was sure there wasn't a drop left, he dropped his hand and moved to stretch out beside her. She lifted up onto her side so she was facing him, and he gripped her hip with his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Well?" he asked, arching a brow.

A slow, sexy grin made its way across her face. "Great preview."

It was the flirtiest thing she'd ever said to him, and a wave of possessiveness soared through him as the hand on her hip tightened. He hauled her against him, his mouth seizing hers in a scorching kiss. He pushed her onto her back, then stood and rid himself of his clothing. If he'd blinked, he'd have missed the look of unease that flashed across Ana's features when his erection sprang free. "Ana," he said, claiming the spot between her thighs once again. His spot—a place no other man on earth should ever grace. "It's not too late to back out," he promised her.

He saw her swallow past the lump in her throat. "I don't…" She cleared her throat, continuing on determinedly. "I don't want to back out," she insisted, punctuating her declaration with a nod. "I want this."

He couldn't stop himself from smiling if he'd wanted to. "OK," he said softly, twisting his body so he could reach his wallet on the coffee table. He pulled the condom out and ripped into it with his teeth before swiftly sheathing his cock.

His first instinct was to impale himself, but he refrained, using a finger to confirm she was still ready for him; she was. Knowing he was about to cause her pain was the only thing that could tamp his desire enough to slow him down.

He gripped the base of his cock with one hand, his gaze finding hers as he slid just barely inside, hesitating a moment before penetrating further. When she hissed, he buried his head in the curve between her shoulder and neck. "I'm so fucking sorry, Ana," he whispered.

Her felt her breathing return when he pulled back, then began rocking his hips, shallow strokes at first, eventually gaining depth and momentum until he was fully inside her. She was so fucking tight, so fucking wet.

So fucking perfect.

"Oh," she moaned softly. "You feel so good." Her words mirrored his thoughts.

"Ana, I can't…" He gritted his teeth in an effort to maintain control. "I'm not going to be able to hold out…"

Her arms wrapped around his neck, her legs around his waist as she spoke. "It's OK," she told him. "I already had my turn."

Even with her assurances, he fought to hold on. He pulled back, unable to stop himself from slamming inside of her, then again before he finally lost it, his body dropping to hers as he could felt the heat from his orgasm surrounding his cock. The spasms wracking his body intensified when she lifted her head, placing a string of quick, soft kisses along his damp shoulder.

"It's not usually that quick," Christian said a few minutes later as he lay on the floor beside Ana.

She shrugged. "You're lucky I have nothing to compare it to," she joked.

That reminder was enough to get his cock stirring again. Down, boy, he ordered to no avail. He couldn't take her again so quickly; he knew she had to be sore, but the knowledge didn't lessen his body's craving. He reached for her hand and pulled it to his lips for a quick kiss. "Are you OK?" he asked softly.

She grinned. "Well…my hymen is no longer intact," she pointed out.

His laughter filled the room as he gave her hand a solid tug, then pulled her body over his until she was straddling him. He pulled her down, his face finding that spot on her shoulder again and nuzzling her. "You, Ms. Steele, are turning into quite the tease."