Ok, you guys. This is the last installment. It didn't go the way I planned, but does it ever? LOL Thank you to everyone who took the time to read and review! I appreciate it!

Sigh…second times are never like this. But dammit, they should be. ;)

"What are you doing?" Christian asked when Ana dropped to her knees before him.

"Tasting you."

He arched a brow and watched as her cheeks heated. So fucking sexy. Her fingernails dug into his hips as she gripped the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down over his thighs. His erection sprung free, bobbing up and down a few times before stilling. Ana licked her lips nervously, unmoving before him, her gaze locked on his dick.

"Ana…you don't have to do this," he said softly.

Her eyes flew up to his. "I want to," she insisted. "I'm just…not sure where to start."

His skin heated, his erection pulsed at her admission. "Wrap your hand around me," he instructed, and when she complied, he fisted his hand over hers and pushed them down his cock until her pinky rested against his stomach. He coached her, showing her the grip and pace he liked. "Put your mouth around me and when you take me in your mouth, move your hand up to meet your lips, then just keep doing that." His voice was gruff with anticipation, and just like before, he was hoping he didn't lose it too quickly. The anticipation of not knowing what being inside her was going to feel like had nearly brought him to his knees. Now he knew how soft she was…how wet she would get…the way her body milked his while she came…and knowing he got to experience it again was likely to kill hm. The anticipation was greater than before, and he marveled at the thought.

His head tipped back as her mouth closed over him, and he groaned. Warmth moved down his length as her fist lifted in jerky movements. He let her go and reached for her hair, holding the strands at the back of her neck. "Not too deep," he cautioned when she gagged. "Or that'll keep happening."

Disappointment shot through him when her mouth left him. "I don't mind gagging," she admitted sheepishly.

"God, Ana." His voice was raspy as wet heat surrounded him again. He hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed. His toes curled into the blankets as she kept going. Her movements were rough; he'd have known she'd never done this before even if she hadn't told him, but she was voracious with her sucking and licking. "I want to fuck your mouth."

He didn't realize he'd spoken the words aloud until she nodded up at him, her eyes wide and shining with eagerness. Without thinking, he released the pony tail he'd made at the nape of her neck and tangled his fingers in her hair, gripping tightly to keep her still. His hips jolted back and forth as he fucked her mouth. When she gagged, he grinned down at her, but didn't relent. It wasn't until he saw tears streaming down her cheeks that his mind recovered enough to let him know he was pushing too far. He dropped his hands and took a step back. Ana fell forward onto her hands, gasping for air.

"Fuck, Ana," he bit out. "I'm so sorry."

"Again," she whispered raggedly.

What the fuck?

She straightened and crawled toward him, her breasts thrust forward, bouncing gently as she moved.

"Ana—"

But her mouth was on him again, and his hands found their way back to her hair. He was powerless to deny her what she wanted. It wasn't until he felt his balls tighten with impending orgasm that he pulled out of her mouth and dropped to his knees before her. He gave her a few seconds to regain her breathing, then his mouth covered hers on one of her gasps. His tongue plundered, seeking hers, wanting to taste what she'd tasted. His hands reached behind her thighs and he repositioned them until she was on her back and he was looming over her. He slid his cock between her folds, gliding back and forth over her slit. She moaned when he brushed over her clit. She was so fucking wet, just from sucking him, that he was able to glide swiftly back and forth over her, entrance to clit.

Fuck.

He was going to come again if he didn't slow down. He pulled away, his lips still on hers, and pushed two fingers inside of her; her body practically sucked them inside. His thumb pressed down on her clit before releasing gently, and her hips rose, searching for his fingers when they retreated. "Fuck, Ana…I. God. It's never been like this."

She whimpered, and when he felt her body clench around his fingers, he pulled them from her and moved between her thighs, pounding inside of her. He grunted when she bit his shoulder.

"Yes," she cried.

She was so fucking responsive; he'd never imagined she'd be like this. The timid Ana he'd known…how long had she been holding this inside of her? And what the fuck would she be willing to do with more experience?

His thrusts were deeper than before, touching places inside her she had no idea existed. Her back arched, her body's lift halted by Christian's pinning her to the floor. She gritted her teeth, unable to hold back a scream while shudders wracked her body.

Christian continued moving, filling her over and over again while she came. When her body, finally spent, dropped to the blankets beneath her, Christian lurched back. She felt his cock on her belly, lifting her head just in time to see semen shoot against her. It was the sexiest thing she'd ever seen. Thick spurts of heat lashed her belly, and she clenched the comforter at her side in an effort not to lift her hands to smear his come over her. Her face heated at the thought. What the hell would he think if she did that?

She didn't have time to wonder, because he had no such qualms. His palms warmed her belly as they rubbed, spreading his semen over her. She groaned as her head fell back, then her mouth opened when she felt his close over hers. "Fuck, Ana," he said when he pulled away. "That was…that was amazing."

She opened her eyes and grinned. "We aim to please, Mr. Grey."

He threw his head back and laughed before giving her another quick kiss. "There's bottled water in the kitchen if you want to clean up," he told her, and she bit her lip to hold back a grin. He was as breathless as she was. "And you might want to put some clothes on. I'm going to put more logs on the fire, but it's cooling off in here."

"I hadn't noticed," she said.

He arched a brow and squeezed her hip. "Temptress."

"Christian."

Ana reached for Christian, giving him a quick shake. "Someone's at the door."

"Hmmm…"

"Christian!" she hissed, more urgently this time.

He shot up. "What?" he asked groggily.

"Someone's at the door," she repeated.

Christian stood, keeping a blanket wrapped around him as he made his way to the door. The fire had burned down to almost nothing, and it was chillier than it had been last night.

"Ana?"

Ana's face reddened when she heard her father's voice, and she sprung to her feet just in time to see him rush inside when Christian opened the door.

"Ana! Thank God," her father said, and she watched as his entire body relaxed. He caught her in a hug, pulling her to him and squeezing tight. "Your mother and I were so worried!" he exclaimed, pulling away. "We thought…"

His voice trailed off and Ana watched as his shrewd gaze took in the scene before him-the blankets tangled on the floor in a single bed, her hair, which had to mussed after the way Christian had held on to her-before his face reddened and his head froze, his eyes locked on…

Ana turned her head to follow his gaze…

A condom wrapper.

"Ana," he said sharply. "What the…" He turned to Christian, who was standing next to his father, his eyes steely and his expression unreadable. "What the hell is going on here?" he asked.

"Dad," Ana said uncomfortably.

Christian didn't speak, and Ana had to give him props. She'd have withered under her father's accusing stare.

"Ray," Carrick started.

"I knew he was trouble," Ray thundered, pointing at Christian. "From the first moment I met him, I knew he was trouble. But I was willing to overlook that, Carrick, because you're a good man—"

"Now wait just a minute," Carrick started. "We don't have all the facts—"

"Your son wormed his way into my daughter's bed," Ray snapped. "I should think that's obvious."

"Dad—"

"Shut up, Ana!"

Christian reacted for the first time since her father had begun speaking, his jaw ticking as he took a step toward her. "Don't you get near my daughter," Ray said, grabbing her arm and dragging her away from Christian. "We're leaving."

When Christian spoke, his voice was so low and menacing, goose bumps broke out over Ana's skin. "If you want her to go with you, she'll go," he said, placing himself between Ray and Ana; Ray's grip didn't falter. "But you don't need to fucking manhandle her."

Ana swallowed past the sudden lump in her throat, surprised when her father released his grip. "Get your stuff and let's go," he ordered.

Ana stumbled to the chair Christian had spread their outerwear over to dry, dressing hurriedly. Her father's stare remained on her the entire time, as did Christian's, unblinking and unreadable. When she was finally dressed, she trudged toward her father, giving Christian a quick look that she hoped conveyed apology for her father's actions.

But she was afraid all he saw was humiliation.

"Ana."

Ana awoke, her mind hazy with unrest. "Christian?" she said in surprise. "I…they told me you left."

Once they'd returned to the Chalet, her father had called and attempted to change their flights, but the airline hadn't been able to accommodate him. He'd been angry, telling her it was a damn good thing 'that at least that Grey boy had the sense to leave.'

Christian shook his head. "Not yet. I wanted to see you before I took off."

"I'm so sorry for the way my father acted," she blurted, giving him the words she wished she'd given him earlier.

He shook his head. "He's right."

"No, he's not!" she said vehemently, sitting up and scooting forward on the mattress until their knees met. Her hand clasped the back of his neck as she rested her forehead against his. "You are amazing," she argued. "You have no idea the way you made me feel."

"Ana."

She was struck by the raw pain in his voice.

"I'm not kidding, Christian. I've listened to a lot of giving it up stories, and none of them can compare to mine."

"Fuck, Ana," he said, gripping the sides of her face and giving her a sound kiss. "This is not what I came for."

She laughed and pulled her head away from his. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bombard you with my feelings."

"It's OK." He took a deep breath. "Listen, Ana…I pulled out, but—"

She grinned. "Yes, I know. I felt that on my belly."

His eyes darkened with a desire she'd come to recognize. "You really are a temptress, you know," he teased in a husky voice.

She laughed nervously. "Your temptress."

He studied her for a moment, lifting his hand to cup her cheek. "My temptress," he conceded in a soft voice. "Pulling out isn't a guarantee, Ana."

"Christian—"

He reached into his pocket, pulled out a piece of paper, and thrust it into her hand. She looked down at what she realized was his phone number. "If anything...happens, this where I can be reached."

She nodded half-heartedly as his words sunk in. "Ok."

One last stroke of his thumb on her cheek, then he stood, smiling sadly down at her. "Goodbye, Ana."

He made his way swiftly to the door, never looking back. By the time she finally found the will to speak, he was gone.

Her words came out in a broken whisper. "Goodbye, Christian."