Throughout the following week, Christian and Ana flirtatiously text each other. Although brief, their conversations flow naturally and are lighthearted. Saturday evening Christian picks Ana up for their second date.
She steps out of her building and looks absolutely stunning. Her short dress is covered by a black wool coat with a shawl collar wrapped around her slim frame and tied at the waist. Her long and shapely legs are naked, her feet adorned with floral brocade stiletto pumps. Her long, chestnut hair hangs in soft waves over her shoulder giving her a 1950's movie star look. For a second, she actually takes Christian's breath away until he comes to his senses and gets out to greet her and open the door for her.
"Ana, you look stunning." he compliments her with his strong, seductive voice.
The sun is setting, but he can still see her blush slightly, "Thank you, Christian." There is a nervous quiet in the car on the way to the Metropolitan Grill; luckily, it's a short drive.
After they enter the restaurant, Christian helps Ana with her coat where he notices her dress perfectly hugs her curves and has a plunging v-back. Her skin is perfect porcelain, completely unblemished and soft. He itches to run his fingers down the soft skin of her back.
Immediately as they are seated, the waiter comes for their drink order. "Is it OK if I order?" Christian asks politely.
She gives a coy smile, "Please do." He returns a confident smile and nods his head.
"We'll have the Pride Mountain Vineyards Merlot," Christian tells the waiter. His voice is even and confident giving Ana the impression he knows what he is doing.
"You must be very knowledgeable about wine. You didn't hesitate to order." Ana observes.
"Not really. I've just tried enough terrible wine to discern the good from the bad." He gives her a lopsided smile and is rewarded with her sweet giggle. The waiter returns quickly with their wine and places it in front of them.
Ana takes a quick sip to help quell her nerves. She doesn't know much about wine but even she can tell this wine is delicious. Christian looks to her for her assessment.
"Excellent choice, Mr. Grey," she whispers softly to him.
"Are you ready to order, sir, ma'am?" The waiter systematically asks them. He isn't caught up with either of their charms.
Ana looks at Christian and smiles allowing him to order for them both. He winks at her in return, and she doesn't know why, but it makes her start to laugh.
"The lady and I will have the Hokkaido Filet, asparagus with bearnaise sauce, and the potato cakes."
"Fine choice, Sir." the waiter replies and retreats to the kitchen, no doubt to place their order.
"How is your friend's mother-in-law? I meant to ask you last week, but it slipped my mind." Christian asks Ana, and she is happy the subject isn't her.
"John's mother is doing much better. But she has been staying with Nolan and John, and I think she is driving them both a little crazy. Apparently, she used up all of their space on the DVR recording her soap operas and game shows."
He laughs at her story, noting how genuine she is talking about her friends. "How long is she staying with them?"
"They aren't sure. She is having trouble walking up and down steps, and their condo is all on one level. He's been working a lot of extra hours at the bookstore. She is a lovely woman, though."
"You've met her?" Christian asks. He's slightly surprised with her familiarity of her friends. But, he doesn't have any friends, except for Elena and Elliott. But Elliott doesn't count since he's family.
"Yeah, a few times when I've been to Nolan's. John likes to test out new recipes on us." She replies to him matter-of-factly.
"You mentioned he is a chef, correct?"
Ana pauses before she answers Christian, slightly taken back by his memory of this small detail. "Yeah, he's hoping to open his restaurant soon. He's fantastic. Plus, he's very patient since he has tried to teach Nolan how to cook."
"I am a terrible cook. I can heat something up in the microwave, but that's about it."
"Don't tell me there is something you can't do?" Ana teases Christian.
He smirks, "Actually, there are a few things I can't do, but I wouldn't want to ruin my image by telling you what they are."
Dinner is served, and they ebb and flow between small talk to get to know each other and comfortable silence. It's a short drive to Ana's apartment. He pulls along the sidewalk and turns off the engine.
"Ana, I had a really nice time tonight." Christian gives her a small, shy smile as if he was divulging some secret.
"I did too. Um, do you want to come up? Kate isn't home this weekend." Ana is nervous and unsure of what to do. She hasn't dated a whole lot, so this is pretty much new territory for her.
"Yeah, sure." Christian tries to keep his voicing sounding calm and relaxed but he is afraid his nerves are betraying him. He's never dated before and is out of his league. Everyone he's had sex with was a sure bet since they were contracted for that. What is the etiquette for dating? Is it too soon to sleep with her? What if that's not what she has in mind and he's reading her completely wrong? Deciding to throw caution to the wind and taking the chance, he turns his car off and gets out of the car.
Ana slowly opens the door to her apartment and flicks on the lights. The apartment is older and small, but they keep it neat and orderly. Christian idly wonders where Ana's bedroom is and what it looks like.
"Do you want something to drink?" Ana graciously offers.
"Sure, I'll have some wine if you have it. Or water… whichever is easiest." He doesn't want to seem too demanding or something. Not with Ana, anyway.
"I have a Sauvignon Blanc? Is that OK?" Ana asks looking uncertain, and she holds two wine glasses and shrugs. She not used to entertaining someone like Christian and doesn't want to seem out of touch.
"It's perfectly fine," he tells her although he isn't really paying too much attention to her words. He feels an intensity between them. His pulse is quickening, and his breathing is becoming more rapid. He can tell she is feeling the same way as she has become flushed and is breathing more erratically.
She walks up to him, standing so close to him he can hear her breathing as if it's the only sound in the apartment. She hands him a wine glass, he takes a sip and immediately places it down on the counter beside them. He runs his fingers down the side of her soft and supple cheek. Ana holds her breath, "Ana, you are so beautiful, do you know that?" He whispers to her.
She shakes her head no for her answer and is unable to look away from his eyes while she bites her soft and full lip. Christian can no longer resist her, so he takes her glass out of her hand and places it on the counter next to his. He then holds her face with his hands, brings her mouth to his and kisses her tentatively.
His tongue twists with hers which is still chilled from the wine she drank. The kiss builds to become more urgent and passionate. He walks her backward so she is up against the wall as he runs his hands up and down her glorious body while he still kisses her.
She reaches out to touch his chest so he presses himself against her body so she can't. He can feel her nipples harden from beneath her dress and she subconsciously lifts her hips to his slowly gyrating. "Your room. Where's your bedroom?" he asks her practically panting.
Ana is so aroused she is unable to put any words together coherently. Unable to speak, she moans and points down the hall as he kisses her neck. Quickly and roughly he picks her up and begins to carry her down to her bedroom, kicks her door open, and lays her down on the bed.
"God, Ana. I want to be inside you." He continues to kiss her all over, unable to get enough of the feel of her skin.
She quietly cries out and only says, "yes."
He gives her an alluring smile, "Good girl. Are you on the pill?" He asks her - you can never be too careful.
"Yes." She whispers, and it's music to his hears. Condoms are horrible but a necessary evil. Slowly he peels her dress off her and studies her exquisite body, now just in a delicate bra and lacy panties.
"You are so hot. I want you." He tells her as he undoes his pants and takes off his shirt. Quickly, so she can't think about it he positions himself between her legs, holds her hands above her head, and kisses her.
He slowly pushes into her taken back at how wet she is. She feels like heaven. "Damn, baby, you're so tight." He tells her in wonder. He has never felt anyone like this.
"Christian, fuck me, please," she begs him, her sparkling blue eyes look at him as if he is everything. Her prompting turns him on even more. She looks so innocent and to hear her talk dirty is going to take him over the edge. Quickly he pushes into her as deep as he can so she is surrounding him.
"You dirty little girl. You feel so good. So you want me to fuck you?" He asks her through gritted teeth trying to control his urge to move faster and faster. He wants to make this last as long as he can.
"Yes." she cries out.
"Say it. Tell me," he whispers into her ear.
"Fuck me, Christian. Please," she begs him.
"Do you want me to fuck you hard?" he asks her still trying to keep under control, but it's almost impossible.
"Yes." she can barely get the word out and closes her eyes. He squeezes her hands and picks up the pace, fucking her harder. He can feel her tighten and squeeze him, so he knows she's close - he's relieved because this is so good, he's not sure how long he can last.
"Baby, I'm close," he tells her still taken aback at how good she feels.
"Come in me. I want you to come in me." her words are his undoing, and he comes harder than he ever has before. She cries out with him as she orgasms simultaneously. Breathless he stops and rests his head on her chest. For a vanilla fuck, that was pretty damn good, so good he sees stars. In fact, it was the best he's ever had.