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APOV

Languid: an adjective. 'Lacking in vigor or vitality'. That is me. I know that if I turn my head I will come face to face with the most beautiful man that ever walked the earth but the effort that would take is herculean so I just close my eyes and let the slight rock of the boat pull me back under.

Jubilant: an adjective. 'showing great joy, satisfaction, or triumph; rejoicing; exultant'. This is me a few hours later. Somehow I've managed to move enough to snuggle into Christian, his warmth around me a physical representation of our love.

Love: a noun. 'a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person'. That is us. Carefully rolling away from his embrace I gaze upon the man who, only two months ago had no presence in my life. The thought of a life without Christian Grey pains me and my fingers reach out to feel him to reassure myself that yes, he is here and he is mine.

For today, I won't question the why's, I will just let him love me and accept it as truth. If Christian says I'm enough and he says I'm beautiful and he says he loves me, then I will believe it. Not because I think it's true but because he says it and he makes it true.

Using the rock of the boat to mask my departure from the bed I make my way into the shower and brush my teeth. Today is picture day at the studio so I run a razor over my legs and underarms and throw on a bikini and cover up for the morning.

Christian is still asleep when I leave the room to head to the kitchen to start on breakfast. Outside it's drizzling and cold. While the pancakes cook on the griddle I cut and dice fruit into an artful display. Christian's pancake is huge and takes up two plates but the size is necessary.

The bed is empty when I kick the door open with a laden tray of food.

"Baby?" I call, relieved when I hear the click of the balcony door. His face breaks out into a huge grin and he strides towards me in nothing but a towel. Oh yes.

"Good morning." He nuzzles my neck, holding my face with one hand while his other hand massages my ass where it meets my legs. "I was hoping to wake up and slide inside that illegal daisy of yours but you weren't here, I had to settle for a cold shower instead."

"You are insatiable!" He smacks my ass and yanks me against him.

"You have no idea, baby. I'd live inside you if I could."

"OK Casanova, let's eat first and then you can have your wicked way with me." The room is large but not nearly as big as the bedroom at Escala. On one end, facing the glass wall that has a door to the balcony is a bed covered in light blues, creams and browns of the softest satin. The other end of the room, where I put the tray with breakfast on it has a small seating area looking out onto the water.

"I made you pancakes." I don't know why I'm nervous but I am. Last night was so passionate, so fulfilling that it seems almost surreal. Christian looks at his plate, his face breaking out into a huge grin when he reads the oversized pancake.

You are loved.

Is written out in mini chocolate chips, a whipped cream heart on each end.

"I know." He turns to me, placing his hand over his heart. "I know I am."

His phone is never more than arm's length away so he grabs it, clicks it on and takes a picture of the pancakes and then one of me sipping my coffee.

"How did you sleep?" I ask once we start to eat. He sips his orange juice and swallows, the movement of his Adams apple making my nipples tingle.

"Like the dead. You?"

"Well, I woke up sometime in the middle of the night and I was so relaxed I couldn't even move so I just closed my eyes and fell back asleep." The snicker he shoots me over the rim of his coffee cup is pure sin.

"Yea, well, whatever that was that we experienced last night, it turned us both inside out. You gripped me so hard it almost hurt." He takes another bite and then laughs when he looks at me. "Why are you blushing?"

"I don't know, you just, you talk about sex so candidly. It's like you're talking about the weather, I just don't know how to process it sometimes."

"Well, if the weather is hot and wet, then yes, I'm talking about the weather." I roll my eyes and he sits forward, his stare suddenly intense. "The next time you roll your eyes at me, I will spank you. And baby, I've been waiting to spank that ass for a long time now so you know I'll be watching carefully."

"You wouldn't!"

"Oh yes, I would. And you'll not only enjoy it, you'll come so hard you'll see stars." Holy shit the way this man speaks directly to my womb is unbelievable. I actually want to get spanked by him now!

"Eat your pancakes, Grey and simmer down." His eyes grow wide and then he laughs and chokes on his breakfast.

"Fuck, Ana, your smart mouth may get you over my knee before your eye rolling does."

When breakfast is finished Christian leans back and steeples his hands, the air around us changing along with the blood in my veins. I know this look.

"Stand up, Anastasia." Oh, I'm Anastasia now. I do as he says and wait as my body comes to life making me hyper aware of every cell, every hair, every breath. "Take off your clothes, slowly, and then come here to me." He spreads his legs, pulling the towel apart. He's naked, his cock hard and heavy is lying on his abdomen and I watch with fascination when his left hand reaches down and cups his balls. I want to do that.

"I like that bikini on you, baby. You look great in it, the green reflects in your eyes." Once I shimmy out of the bottoms, naked as jaybird I walk to him as he's instructed and stand between his legs. "You are perfect, do you know that?" He leans forward and caresses my hips, pulling me closer so that he can run his nose along my slit. "Mmm, there's my girl. Open your legs a little for me baby."

"Shit!" I call out when his thumbs pull the top of my sex up so that the tip of my clit peeks out. Christian laves it with his tongue, his eyes closed in what I can only describe as ecstacy. One more minute of this and I'm going to have to sit down.

"What do you want, baby?" he murmurs against that tight little bundle of nerves, now begging for his attention. The vibration and hot breath of his mouth create a convulsion in my womb and my arousal begins to slide down my thighs. Taking a step back I lean down and lick his mouth, pulling the top of his hair back so that I can get to him and whisper in his ear right after I nip it.

"I want to suck on your cock." I pull back to look at him, eye to eye. "Sir." The gray turns to molten steel as his pupils constrict. Without waiting for him to say anything I kneel in between his legs and push him back to lean against the chair. "No touching, Mr. Grey. I want to concentrate."

The surprise of my demand flashes across his face and while he says nothing, makes no promises, he deliberately grips the sides of the wingback chair. I want to study his cock, figure out exactly how to please him so I decide I'm going to take my sweet time on this and he's just going to have to deal.

My hands run the length of thighs and open him up further so that I can run my tongue along the seam under his scrotum, over the loose skin and up the length of his cock, flicking that split in the tip. His head falls back and he scoots forward an inch so I do it four more times, each time circling the helmet of his cock and licking back down.

With one hand I fist his base and pull up, gently sucking one testicle in my mouth, drawing the skin taut, while my other hand runs up and down his calf. I switch hands when I suck in the other side and revel in the low groan rumbling from his chest. His breathing is faster than normal, each intake expanding that large expanse of masculinity.

I force my lips into a pout and suck along the side of his shaft slowly, one side, then the other, the front, the back. But never the tip. I want him begging.

"Fuck, Ana, take me in your mouth." I answer him by holding his dick straight up and sticking out my tongue, flattening it against the underside of his head and slowly shaking my head back and forth. "Fuck!" he spits and throws his head back again.

An idea enters my brain and I act quickly on it, reaching back to grab the syrup from the tray. One hand opens the cap while the other circles his cock and slowly runs up and down. His head snaps up when he feels the cold syrup drip onto his tip and his thighs tremor slightly under my elbows. With mild fascination I watch the sticky syrup slide down over my fingers to pool at the base. Scooting back again I lick at the syrup voraciously, lapping at his erection as if he were a meal. His breaths are more like hisses now, his feet tapping as he tries to control himself.

I know he wants to grab my head and force me to suck him off but I want to show him how pleasurable it can be to relinquish that control once in a while.

"Ana, please, baby, suck me." Instead I release my hand and he falls heavily onto his abs, the frustrating groan quickly quieted when he sees me licking my own fingers. One by one I lick the syrup off until there's only my middle finger left. I sit up on my knees and bring it to his mouth where he willingly sucks it in. My other hand gently tugs at his balls, a tiny bite to my finger my reward for the unexpected sensation, a garbled 'fuck' accompanying it.

My breasts rest on his ribs and I playfully swat his hands away when they instinctively reach for them. "Uh uh, Mr. Grey. No touching, remember?"

"Ana, I can't not touch you." He's whining, actually whining but I stay focused and drag down until they rest against his balls, my mouth lined up to his tip again.

I give him a quick peck, he's purple and throbbing, I can see the veins pulsating beneath the surface of his skin and press the tip of my tongue to them, running from the base to the tip, letting my spit cover and coat him. I want to watch his face and see what I'm doing to him so I lean back on my heels, my own juices dripping out of me, and squeeze him in my hands.

"Fuck! Fuck! Holy fucking shit!" His hips rise off the seat and begin to pump into my hands, my two hands leaving only two inches of him exposed and he slides himself up and down, chuffing out air between his teeth and grunting with each thrust. After a minute I let go and his hips drop, a pained, "No!" falling from his lips.

His head has lolled back again but I'm finished torturing him so I lick up his shaft and suck him in my mouth, gripping the top of his thighs to get leverage.

"Fuck! Oh fuck yes! Fuck fuck fuck yes!" My lips form a tight O and seal him in, my tongue swirling back and forth against the soft satin skin as I bob up and down on his shaft. "Shit, Ana, your mouth feels like heaven. Fuck, baby."

With a bit of trepidation I relax my jaw and stick my tongue out as far as I can, pushing my mouth down on him slowly until he hits the back of my throat. I fight the urge to gag and force myself to relax more until he's as deep as I can get him. His hands clench open and shut on the chair, his legs tap restlessly beneath me, his jaw is more tense than I've ever seen it.

"I can't baby, I've got to come. Fuck I'm gonna come, fuck!" He roars and bucks his hips up, his cock sliding impossibly further, so far that I can't feel his semen but I can feel the spasms running up and down his shaft. "Fuck yes! Holy shit, fuck fuck! Ana!" His body shakes for a few more seconds before collapsing back into the chair, boneless and breathless.

Once he slides out I grab the towel and wipe my mouth and his groin clean, his abs twitching each time I touch his penis. "Fuck." He says to himself, his head still hanging back over the back of the chair. I feel exhulant, tired, but exhulant. While he lays there, his arms hanging off the sides I stand and pull up my bikini bottoms.

"What the fuck was that?" He says and lifts his face to mine. His eyebrows immediately knit together and he sits up, reaching out to my hand holding the bikini top I was about to put back on. "Oh no no no, you don't get to pull me apart like that and not get rewarded." He grins, looks down at his flaccid penis and looks at it sadly. "Just give me a minute. I'm afraid you've knocked him out as well."

I laugh and tie the top back on as he runs his hands over his face and stands, holding onto the chair for leverage at first. Once I'm dressed, cover up and all, he hugs me and I inhale that delicious Christian Grey scent.

"Seriously, what was that? Between last night and tonight I feel like a teenager again." My shoulders shrug under his arms as I hide my smile.

"I just wanted to please you. You liked it?" He snorts and walks to the bed, flopping on it face down.

"Like it?" he says, his voice muffled by the blankets and mattress. "I can't even move right now." My god his ass is perfection. I wonder if I have a quarter to bounce off of it.

"OK, I'm going to go up on deck, it looks like the drizzle has stopped and I want to get as much time up there as I can before we have to leave."

His face turns, his arms still at his side. He looks hilarious actually but I stifle my laugh. In the short time I've known him, I've never seen him lose his physical control for this long. I love it.

"About that, I told Mac we'd be pulling back in at 3. We'll have to leave here in three hours to make it back by then. That gives us enough time to get you to Pilates." His eyes close but he continues. "Are you still doing those pictures tonight?"

"Yes, you'll still be there?"

"Baby, there is nothing that would keep me away. Goodnight." And with that, he falls asleep. The term, 'sucking the life out of him' comes to mind.

On deck I read the final chapters of my book and sip on my unsweetened iced tea. Christian's been napping for about 45 minutes which I'm happy about, I love that he's resting, but I've got a need that only he can fill. After another five minutes of internal debate I come to my conclusion.

If he can fuck and duck, then so can I.

The room is still quiet when I walk in and I see my beautiful man's naked body still sprawled out on the sheets. Part of me feels bad for waking him, he doesn't sleep enough as it is but the other part of me, the part that has pushed my inhibitions away is swollen and wet and really really needing to get off.

He snores, a light little rumble that melts my heart and stops me in my tracks. Turning to go I mentally give myself a high five. I did that to him.

I take the time to explore the rest of the boat, Christian gave me a brief tour yesterday but now I get to study the rooms on my own and really get to know the hidden jems aboard. Each bedroom, all five of them, is outfitted with it's own bathroom but the master is the only one with a private balcony. Each of the other rooms has a sliding glass door that goes out onto the wrap around deck but the master is totally private.

There is only one tv aboard in the living room area which doesn't surprise me, I can't imagine any of the Grey's being avid television watchers. The kitchen spills right out onto the main deck so whoever is cooking can also be a part of the 'party' so to speak. Every surface on the boat is covered in either gleaming cherry wood or chrome. After my self guided tour I saunter back to the kitchen to make lunch, it's been a few hours since breakfast and I've learned a few things about Christian in the past few weeks.

One of the biggest issues he has is food. I've never seen him waste it, I've never seen him miss a meal, he takes care in what he puts in his body and he watches just as carefully what I put in mine. He's got a preapproved meal list for Gail who is instructed to only buy organic, local if possible and GMO free foods. His passion for food, or more accurately for feeding people, goes far beyond his own family though.

Most obvious is his work with WSU's agricultural team. He's been the sole benefactor in their research studies as they try to find a solution to the weak soil in sub-Saharan Africa so that the countries there that are so starved for food can begin to grow sustainable crops. In the meantime though, he uses his shipyards all over the world to bring food and medical supplies to nations that are struggling to feed their citizens. Most remarkably though is that in our culture of celebrities clamoring for attention and recognition, he does nothing to let anyone know what he's doing. His intentions are pure and driven by a deep desire to help.

Now that I know more about his childhood, I have a better understanding as to why he's so focused on this issue and I'd love to be able to help in some way as well. I mash the avacados up and sprinkle in the sea salt, absorbed in my own thoughts and the sound of the ocean outside so much so that I don't know Christian is behind me until his teeth have latched onto the back of my neck like a lion.

"Christian! What if I had been cutting something? Christ! You scared the pants off of me." His brows knit as he looks down and rubs his finger over his lips.

"Nope, they're still on." I swat at him and hand him the bowl. The rain has started to come down so lunch will be inside at the dining room table which I'm happy about. I want to explore every inch of this place. Escala had all those tramps walking through it but this boat, this is the one place I can leave my mark behind and nobody else can.

I grab the chopped tomatoes, black bean and corn salsa and chips and sit down as he pours us two fresh iced teas.

"Tell me about your work in Africa." He's surprised since the question is so out of left field but he's also pleased to talk about something clearly so important to him. He scoops up a bit from all three bowls and takes a bite before answering.

"Well, I'd like to help out more in the US as well but the government here makes it almost impossible to assist in any real way. I encourage my staff around the nation to give to the local food banks and we do fund a slew of them in the more impoverished areas but outside of that, there's too much red tape to be effective here." Another bite, a swig of iced tea. His animation warms me, he loves talking about it.

"I went to Benin when I was 22 to check out a ship yard there and was astonished by the thinness of the local population. You hear about the starvation in Africa but these people were the lucky ones, they had jobs and income but there still wasn't enough. So I bought the shipyard, two of them actually, and started paying the workers a fair wage. It caused riots, something I had been totally unprepared for. To make money, to actually be able to buy food that was sufficient for your family was so rare that there were lines, two miles long every morning, filled with people who were hoping for work. It moved me."

He shrugs as if having the power to change the lives of millions of people isn't a huge deal. As he goes on, explaining how he and a man named Jamodo Frederick have set up a non-profit named Feed the Nations that receives, distributes and delivers millions of pounds of food a month to nine nations, I feel my chest well with pride. He's mine. This amazingly generous man is mine.

"…and the happy accident in all of that is that there's been thousands of jobs created. It's a lot of work to deliver a ship load of food each week and even more work to deliver it safely. Our security measures alone employ 1,400 people plus we have a watchdog group that monitors everything looking for theft and corruption. We've been surprisingly lucky. Damn, not only do you give the most mind blowing head in history, you make a mean ass guacamole." He grins, "I think I'm in love."

I purse my lips, flop my head to the side and raise my eye brows.

"You think?"

"I know, baby. Boy, do I know!" I'm satisfied.

"Who funds Feed the Nations?"

He shrugs and chews, "Me."

"You? You don't have private donors or fundraisers, no government help, nothing?"

"Nope. I would refuse any government intervention, the minute you let those blood suckers in, you've lost sight and control of what you're doing in the first place. I've thought about fundraising but the cost to host one is almost as much as what expected revenue would be. I've found that the less I involve others, the more effective the organization is. So I have a board of directors who negotiate rates with farmers and food brands around the world to buy in bulk and just fund the organization myself."

"So, what can I do to help out?" He holds a stuffed chip inches from his face and looks at me surprised.

"You want to help?"

"Is that so hard to believe? This issue is important to you, what's important to you is important to me."

"I'm touched. And not at all surprised that you'd want to help." He takes a breath and thinks. "I'm scheduled to go to Monrovia, Liberia next month. I'd love it if you came, you can see the process first hand, meet Jamodo and give me some ideas."

"You want my ideas?" Casually sweeping up the last bit of tomato and popping it in his mouth he shrugs.

"Of course, you're brilliant." I just stare at him and he blinks, confused. "What? You are!"

"You think I'm brilliant?" This compliment is the best one he's ever given to me. More so than the way I look or how I feel, this one is the one that touches me the deepest.

"Ana. You are without question one of the smartest people I've ever met. You're bright as hell! Don't tell me you didn't know that."

"I know I'm smart, I just didn't know you knew that."

"Shit, Ana, I'd hire you for any position you wanted at GEH but I know you'd shoot me down." He stands and brings the dishes to the counter except for our drinks. "Now, take off that bikini and get on the table. I'm still hungry."

Heat pours out of me at an alarming rate but I do as he says and take off the suit for the second time in less than three hours. He sticks his hand out and takes the material, tossing the bottoms across the room.

"On the table. Good, now bring your ass to the edge and spread your legs." Oh god. "Wider. Oh yea, that's what I'm hungry for." I know I'm dripping and keep my eyes closed as he stands at the head of the table between my legs. "Give me your hands, Anastasia."

Without ever taking his eyes off of me he ties my wrists together with the top of my bikini. "Above your head. Don't move them, no matter how much you're going to want to. You're not the only one who can play the 'don't touch' game." Oh shit. Is he going to torture me too?

"Damn baby you look good like that, all spread out on the table for my pleasure." He stands there for what feels like hours, not touching, not speaking, not moving. Just staring. Finally, finally he flattens his hands and so light it almost tickles he brushes the tips of my nipples with his palms.

"You like that do you?" he chuckles darkly, pulling his hand back as I arch into him. "Relax." When I do he does it again but I arch instinctively and again he pulls his hands away. "So eager, Ana." I hear the chair move when he sits on it, immediately pulling me closer to the edge.

"Now I'm going to study you the same way you studied me." Oh shit, was it that obvious? "So pretty, baby. It's amazing how something so small can make me lose my mind with the want of it." His palms graze my thighs pushing out and down so that my ankles fall on each side of the table. I am totally, utterly, completely exposed to him like this and while I blush with embarrassment, I'm also unbelievably turned on.

Just looking at me has changed the husk of his voice. I feel vulnerable and powerful all at the same time. I can't use my arms to hold myself up but I've done thousands of sit ups in my day and never have I been more grateful as I hold myself in a half crunch to watch as Christian closes his eyes and pushes his nose against my pubic bone, inhaling over and over as if to memorize my scent.

He sits back and stares at my wide open folds, one finger coming up to push inside of me.

"Oh shit." He chuckles as my head falls back onto the table and slides in and out slowly, so slowly I try to buck my hips against him.

"Uh uh sweet girl. You stay still, I want what I want and I'm going to get it." Another finger enters me with a small gasp from him. "So pretty."

I'm desperate for him to touch all of me, to suck on that tight bundle of nerves that I know he can see pulsing but he ignores it just like I ignored the head of his shaft. With each push of his fingers I let out a small moan and without warning he lightly slaps the top of my slit causing me to jump and almost come.

"You like that, baby?" He does it again but I'm ready this time and instead of jumping I fall back in bliss. I'm so close, two more of those and I'll get what I want so much. He licks the tip of his fingers then and slaps lightly one more time and I can feel the throb of my clit, can feel the lips of my sex swell. He stands, removes his fingers and palms my nipples again.

My belly contracts over and over with desire, so close to the tipping point that I'm dizzy but still he doesn't touch me where I want it most. The two fingers that were in me are pushed into my mouth, just like I did to him with the syrup.

"Taste yourself." I suck his fingers and moan, rewarded by the thrust of his groin against mine. He's shirtless but had put on his bathing suit and the sight of his carved chest above me adds fuel to my need, consuming me and pushing me past reason.

"Please, please, Christian." My eyes are closed, my head thrashing about has he palms the tips of my breasts, broad circles that tease and torture.

"Please what, Anastasia?" I can't say it. "I want to hear you say it." Oh god.

"I can't. Please, Christian." His hands disappear and he pulls his suit down to reveal his huge hard cock. He takes it in hand and strokes it twice. I want to do that for him.

"I won't touch you again until you tell me exactly what you want." And he won't. I know him and I know that with my hands tied, there's nothing I can do to push him over the edge.

"Lick me, please." I groan, hiding my face against my raised arms.

"Look at me and tell me. This time, tell me where." I look at him, still stroking his dick and feel a gush of moisture seep out of me. My legs are starting to cramp but the only pain I'm aware of is the one between my legs, so hungry for him.

"Please lick my pussy." His hand tightens around himself and he grits his teeth.

"Fuck, so hot." He says as he sits and licks, one long stroke from my ass to the top and back down. That long middle finger slides back in and turns, hooking forward and pressing up and down my sheath until I convulse, a funny feeling jolting my hips up. "Found it." He smiles as he taps it and rubs it. The feeling is borderline uncomfortable at first, my entire body tenses with each swirl of his finger and I have the urge to pee but I know that's not really what I'm feeling. Is this the G-spot I've heard so much about?

"Oh god, Christian." He blows on me, a hot stream of air that causes my clit to pulse again.

"Just relax, Ana. Trust me, baby." His other hand reaches over my leg and flattens on my lower belly, gently pushing down on my pubic bone to create even more pressure against the finger inside me.

"Christian!" I yell and half sit up, trying in vain to get away from his hands that have me fixed securely to the table. "Oh god, oh god."

"Just feel it, relax, trust me." The finger inside begins to move faster, the jolts I had felt before turning into tingles and charges of electricity. "That's it baby, almost there. I won't stop you, let me see you come for me."

Heat, wild inferno blazing heat rushes through me. I'm vaguely aware of how slippery the table beneath me is as the sweat pours off of my body. His hands aren't even moving except for that one finger and I'm afraid, truly afraid I'm about to pass out from the intensity but without warning my entire body convulses, a scream tearing from my throat as an orgasm, so powerful it lifts me off the table entirely rips me apart, spins me around and twists me inside out.

My body, from my fingers to my toes is alive and clenching in waves that seem to go on and on. When the last wave crashes Christian pulls me off the table and lifts me by my legs, hooked in the crook of his arm. I barely have the strength to wrap my hands around his neck but he impales me anyway, lifting me up and down smoothly onto his rock hard cock.

I'm acutely aware of his size, that orgasm has made me wetter than I ever thought possible and he slides up into me, grunting each time I hit down to his balls.

"Do you want to come again?" He asks me, his voice strained and hoarse. There is no way I could do anything like that right now.

"No." I need him to stop, I need to lay down, not be carried around like this, I still feel faint. I can do this, I can speed things along. Gathering up my courage and the last vestige of strength that I have I lift my face to his, grab his hair in my hand and growl at him. "Fuck me, fuck my pussy."

"Oh fuck yeah." He groans and pulls me down two more times until his body tenses and tightens, shaking with his climax and then falling back into the chair.

Neither of us move for close to five minutes. That was mind blowing and satisfying and terrifying and oh god I want to do that again but not today. I really need to talk to Kate. After a few minutes of sitting, still with him inside me I lean back and smile before I rise off of him to find my clothes.

"Wait. Turn around and bend over a bit."

"What? No!" He laughs and sighs.

"Please, I love to see my cum run out of you and I can't from that position. Just a quick look for when you're not around and I need a visual." He winks, I gasp and then, damn it, I turn around and bend over to pick up my bikini bottoms.

"Happy, Mr. Grey?" I chide. He relaxes back, his hands hanging off the sides of the chair just like this morning and closes his eyes with a smile.

"Unbelievably happy."

CPOV

And I mean it. I had never thought about happiness, I just assumed not being sad meant you were happy but it turns out, it just means you're not sad. Happiness, the kind of emotion I've felt over and over since this stunning woman came into my life is all consuming, much like the love I have for her. It makes my chest hurt sometimes, the joy I get at stupid shit like waiting in line at Starbucks to get her the coffee I know will put a smile on her face.

Or watching her orgasm. Holy god in heaven if that's not the eighth wonder of the world I don't know what is. I've made women come countless times, I'm known for how quickly I can bring a woman to climax and I've enjoyed doing it but it was a feat. Something to conquer and use as power, as leverage in a fucked up mind game. They were mechanical, the body's response to pleasure but with Ana, as with all things, they're different.

Watching her climax, knowing that I brought her pleasure is a gift to me. I've never seen anything more erotic than her in the throes of ecstacy and not one bit of it relates to power. What she did this morning tops even the high I got off of this last orgasm of hers.

Not because it was mine but because it was the first time I've ever been ordered to receive pleasure and the first time I could without fear of being touched. I have never let one of my subs tell me what to do, I have never let them suck me off unrestrained and I've certainly never closed my eyes without worrying about where their hands would end up. But today, like the previous times with Ana, I loved her hands on my legs, on my balls, against my lower belly. What makes this morning so different, so mind bending is that while it was unbelievably good, it was also the first time in my entire life I've been free to receive pleasure without rules or boundaries of any sort.

She has truly changed the game. Altered my entire universe and given me life. Watching her now as she ties that little top back on and stumbles back to our room to clean herself up, I'm hit again with how tiny she is, how fragile and small she is and yet she has a larger presence in my life than anybody has in the past or anybody will ever have in the future. She's my future, the one I didn't know I wanted. I have to get her to marry me.

Marriage. Yet another concept that I could never get on board with, another word that meant nothing to me, that was a non-issue. And yet another thing that I want so desperately with Ana that I think of little else. Her with my ring on her hand, a claim staked in diamonds to let the world know that this woman, this woman right here is taken. Untouchable by anyone but me. Today, my mission is simple, outside of another fuck, I need to feel her out.

"Hey, you gonna fall asleep on me again?" I take her in, this perfect specimen of womanhood and smile at her, the movement of my lips automatic. She just makes me happy, I can't help it. She's just in shorts and a t-shirt but it doesn't matter. She's stunning.

"I could if I wanted to. Keeping you sated is a full time job." I tease and she laughs while she opens a box of crackers. "And fed. Are you really still hungry?"

"I don't know what the hell you did, what kind of voodoo magic you did to my…down there but I'm famished. Keeping up with you is a lot of work!"

"Down there?" My bathing suit sticks to me a bit since I'm covered in Ana but I like it, the confirmation that my dick was inside of her body. "I'd rather you call it a daisy. Trust me, Ana, the plans I have for you are endless." I give her a quick kiss and a smack on her ass. "A lifetime worth of fucking."

She snorts. "Well, if you're still interested in me in five years you'll have to fill me in on what's left."

"Five years only gets me through items one through 1500."

"Ha. And how many items are there?"

"Millions." I whisper, a satisfying shiver running through her. "I'm going to need more than five years. I was thinking more like 100."

She laughs and chews her crackers, her eyes twinkling with joy.

"Well, there's a lot more to life than sex and I want it all. Plus, in a hundred years, we'll both be dead."

"Maybe so but as long as we die having sex, I'm good with that." I'm absolutely serious right now but she doesn't know that so I'm not surprised when she keeps laughing.

"What do you want to do? It's still raining and cold out there."

"I want to fuck you." Her eyes grow wide. I love this part about her, how no matter what the situation, she expresses herself so truthfully.

"Are you serious? We just did!"

"Ana," I start walking towards her and standing close enough to kiss her temple. "I can never get enough of you. No matter how many times we've done it, no matter how long it's been, I see you and I want you. All. The. Time."

"Well," she says sweetly. "I was thinking we could just hang out and talk, get to know each other more."

"Five questions?" I like the game, there's more about her past I want to find out anyway.

"Well, yes but not in that format. Just us talking. Maybe with a glass of wine in the hot tub?"

"Now you're talking. I'll get the wine, you get in the hot tub. Naked of course, boat rules."

"Well, shit. I was hoping to watch you get in." she giggles and stands so I can see everything to her waist and just like that I'm hard again. "Damn."

"It was smart of you to build the retractable roof over this. I've never seen anything like it, not that I've been on many yachts." I am damn proud of this boat and any compliment coming out of her mouth is a sweet reward.

"They're not standard but I've seen them on other boats. I own a company that builds these boats, acquired it about five years ago. It was my first foray into ships and I got the bug for it."

"What do you own mostly? I know you're got your fingers in all different pies but what makes up the majority share?" Pie. Cherry pie. Warm cherry pie. My hard on begins to pulse. Clearing my throat I continue.

"I do have quite a bit of a spread but our main focus is telecommunications and shipping. I'd say more than 60% of the companies I'm interested in acquiring are in either of those two categories. The rest are either good investments or are purchased to be cut up and resold to the correct market for a profit."

"How do you manage it all? It's so confusing."

"How are you able to speak English and then switch to Spanish and then to French without getting them mixed up? It's just the way my brain is organized I guess. It's a game, easy as long as I compartmentalize. I've also got people that work for me who are very good at their jobs."

"Like Ros."

"Like Ros. I'd be up shit's creek without a paddle without her."

"She loves working for you. Said you're one of the few men who don't care that she's a woman."

"I don't. She's good at her job, that's all I care about." I've had about all I can take of her sitting across from me. I want to touch her. "Come here, baby."

She just laughs and sips her wine, shaking her head. "No. You want sex, all the time and sometimes I just want to talk. Besides, I'm afraid you'll do that thing to me again." Now I'm laughing, 'that thing'.

"An orgasm. A G-spot orgasm. I promise I won't do it again unless I ask first. I've heard it's only that freaky the first few times and then you know what to expect." She looks at me carefully and rises out of the water, the two steps it takes for her to sit in front of me turning me to granite. I nuzzle that spot behind her ear and watch the goose bumps cover her arms. "That's better. I like you close to me."

"How many people work for you?"

"That's a tough one, I know domestically I've got about 36 thousand people between the US and Canada. Internationally I think there's around nine thousand. Most of the international companies we acquire are disassembled and resold so the turnover is high. This Chinese deal you're helping me with, that will add a permanent three thousand workers but if my plans for a new shipyard and new plant come to fruition, which they will, it will employ another two."

"Speaking of the Chinese deal, we need to schedule a sit down with them. A neutral location is best, somewhere in the middle if possible. Any ideas?" Wherever she suggests, wherever her little heart wants to go is where we'll meet.

"Rome is a good middle spot. I've never been there either." Rome it is. Her head falls forward, the vibration of her moan traveling right to my dick. "That feels so good."

Knowing that she's naked is killing me, just a tiny lift and I could be in heaven but I control myself and run my hands up and down her back, digging into her shoulder blades and rubbing out the tiny bumps no doubt caused by lying on the table for a half hour.

"Christian, are you going to be nice tonight? I'm a bit nervous for you to watch me teach but I'm really anxious about the pictures." I snort, wonder why.

"I'll behave as long as the fucking photographer keeps his hands to himself. If he touches you or if that Jared guy touches you though, I'm going to flip the fuck out." I squeeze her breasts and pull her back to me. "Nobody touches what's mine."

"No, they don't. But I can't be afraid that you're going to go all cray cray on someone, especially Jared whom I have a friendship with."

"Cray cray? I would love to meet with your English professor." She giggles and well, that's all I can take.

"I love you, Anastasia." The sound of it coming out of my mouth still sounds funny to me and I bury my face in her wet hair when I feel the heat creep up my neck. She sighs and leans against me.

"I love to hear you say that, Christian." She does? It doesn't sound funny to her?

"You do?"

"Mmmhmm. It makes me feel safe."

"Well in that case," I kiss the middle of her bare neck, "I love you."

And then the shell of her left ear. "I love you." Her right ear, "I love you."

She rises and turns and I kiss her sternum, "I love you." She sighs again, a contented and happy sigh that brings me peace like I've never known before. Her fingers rise to my face, her thumb wiping along my lower lip. She looks directly in my eyes and I'm lost, swallowed whole by the beauty in front of me. If she didn't own me before, she does now.

"I love you, Christian." She means it, I can feel it radiating from the tips of her fingers. For some reason, this woman, this beautiful, smart, sweet, sexy woman loves me. I don't know why or how but she does even though she knows almost all of the ugly dirty darkness that has lived inside of me.

Never taking her eyes off of mine she rises pushes my legs together and straddles me, sliding that heated sheath over me until I can feel her around the base of my cock.

"Fuuuuuuck." She feels so fucking good.

Her arms, heated by the water rest on the tops of my shoulders, her hands lying on the back of my head and the top, her legs on either side of my hips. I feel totally cocooned by her, totally loved and safe and cherished. I fight back a sob as the tenderness of this moment overwhelms me.

"You mean so much to me, Christian." She presses her forehead to mine and slowly, agonizingly slowly lifts herself up and down over and over again and as good as she feels, all I can focus on is her eyes as they bore into mine. She stills and kisses me, tugging the hair on the top of my head gently as she twirls her fingers through it.

She stands and turns, sliding her back against my chest until I'm buried inside of her again. The curve of her ass is pressed perfectly against the curve of my lap, her legs wide as she leans back and wraps her arms around my neck again so that I can see her breasts above the water.

Holy shit she's sexy.

Her hips move, just enough for me to feel it and then she turns her head to lick my jaw. Holy fuck.

"Does that feel good, Christian?"

I push up and she gasps. "Yes." I push up again, "You?" She moves her hips again in a circular motion and groans into my ear.

"Yes. Oh my god yes." I reach up and cup her breasts, pinching her nipples and pulling them, until I feel her clench harder, her breaths coming in short puffs now. One hand snakes down and circles her clit, pressing hard enough so that she cries out and sits up straight.

"Faster" I breath against the back of her neck and she bounces up and down, the tips of her hair dipping below the water and streaming down her back. Fucking hell she just does it for me.

"I'm right there, please. Oh shit, don't stop." I couldn't if I had to. My balls are drawn up as tight as can be, the heavy fullness painful. Ana leans forward and grabs my hand, holding it still as she clenches around me, milking me for all I'm worth and I come with her name on my lips, whispered into her shoulder blades.

The second she lifts off of me I miss her and grab at her waist, dragging her back down to sit on my lap and rest her head on my shoulder. Moments tick by while we enjoy the rain just a few feet away, me stroking her hair while she runs her fingers through my chest hair. Afterglow I believe is the right word.

"Christian, can we do this every weekend?"

"Ana, I'd love nothing more than to spend every minute with you and you can bet your ass I'll do whatever I can to make it happen. But next Friday I'll be in Miami for the closing on the Plaxair Shipyard."

"Oh right. Shit. I was hoping you'd come to visit Ray with me."

"When are you leaving?"

"Friday from work, I'll be back by Saturday night but I was hoping you'd be there." Damn. If it were anybody other than Ray I'd cancel the closing.

"Next time, baby. Sawyer will go with you. Does Ray have a guest room? He'll need to let someone in to do a sweep as well on Friday before you arrive. And Sawyer drives." Her head slowly turns towards my face and I know we're about to have one of her 'chats'.

"Excuse me?" I say nothing, I move nothing. "Christian, it's my father. I'm safer with him than anyone else outside of you. He does have a guest room and I'm sure he'll be fine with Sawyer staying there and doing a sweep. But you'll need to ask him, not tell him the same way you need to ask me and not tell me."

"Ana, your safety is" her index finger raises and shuts me right up.

"Furthermore, I will drive myself. Unless you've forgotten, I have a beautiful brand new Audi that still smells like a new car because I have barely driven it. I'm a good driver, a safe driver and a capable driver. Sawyer can either ride shotgun or he can drive himself but I am driving my car." I begin to speak again but again she cuts me off.

"It's not up for discussion. I agree to the security, I agree to having my weekend high jacked by Sawyer but I do not agree to being told what to do." I've got all week to work on her.

"Do you agree to be waiting on my bed, wearing only what I lay out for you when I get home Saturday night?" She turns and brushes the tips of her sweet breasts against my chest.

"Yes, Sir. I agree."