Sunday, May 22, 2011

I run some jasmine bath oil into the hot water as it fills the tub.

Ana watches me from the doorway, arms folded protectively across her body, eyeing me warily.

The scent fills the air. There's something about jasmine, it's a sexy, sultry, soft smell, that always turns me on. It's relaxing.

I turn, fixing my eyes on her, and pull my t-shirt over my head. She still doesn't move.

"Miss Steele," I summon, holding my hand out to her. Why is she so nervous? It's just a bath…

It's not, and you know it, my subconscious snaps at me.

She steps toward me, and I watch the blue of her eyes darken, just slightly, as she takes in my bare chest.

I lead her to the filling tub and help her step in, still in my shirt.

"Turn around, face me," I murmur. She does. And she's biting her lip. "I know that lip is delicious, I can attest to that. But will you stop biting it?" I have to speak through clenched teeth. She's so close to naked, and I want to fuck her again, badly. But she may not be in any shape to do so just yet. "Your chewing it makes me want to fuck you, and you're sore, okay?"

She gasps, effectively releasing her lip. There. Maybe that will work.

"Yeah. Get the picture?"

She nods, her head bobbing quickly.

"Good." I slip my hand into the breast pocket of my shirt and pull out her iPod, which she's forgotten. I put it by the sink. "Water and iPods—not a clever combination." With that out of the way, I grasp the hem of my shirt and pull it over her head, revealing her glorious naked body. I take a small step back, assessing that beautiful, creamy, flawless skin, the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips, that bushel of pubic hair at the apex of her thighs… I kind of like it.

Ana knots her hands together at the base of her flat belly and gazes down. She looks… ashamed.

"Hey," I tell her softly, and she peeks at me, "Anastasia, you're a very beautiful woman, the whole package" Amazing tits, tight ass, long legs, tiny waist "Don't hang your head like you're ashamed. You have nothing to be ashamed of, and it's a real joy to stand here and gaze at you." I take her chin between my fingers and tilt her head up, so that I can look into her eyes. "You can sit down now."

She lowers herself into the frothing water, wincing slightly as she sits. She leans back, closing her eyes, humming softly. She looks… so happy, so at peace, so calm.

"Why don't you join me?" she asks, when she opens her eyes and sees me just… standing there, like a loon.

"I think I will," I say, "Move forward." I pull my pants off and step in behind her, scooting down into the water, and pulling her between my legs and up against my chest. I hook my ankles over hers and pull her legs apart.

I push my nose into her hair and inhale deeply. Mmm, the smell of Ana.

"You smell so good, Anastasia," I murmur, eyes closed. This is… really nice.

She shivers, and I feel the tremor ripple through her.

I grab the bottle of body wash off the shelf by the bath and squirt some in my palm. I create a foamy lather between my hands and grip her shoulders, massaging the muscles there, which are tense.

She groans softly.

"You like that?" I ask, smiling. I like making her feel good. It makes me feel good.

"Hmm," she responds.

I wash her arms, her underarms, and then I let my hands glide over to her breasts. She gasps as I take them in my hands, massaging gently. I smirk when she pushes them eagerly into my hands, her nipples hardening instantly under my touch. So responsive, sweet girl…

I feel myself growing hard against the small of her back, and I trail my hands down her belly, underneath the water… I reach for a washcloth, squirting more soap into it, and hold it against the apex of her thighs, rubbing her gently through the barrier.

She's holding her breath as I rub her softly, and her hips begin grinding against me. Well, I suppose she can't be too sore, then… Maybe I can fuck her again after all…

Her head tilts back, resting on my shoulder, and her lips part. She groans, loudly, and I know she's getting closer.

"Feel it baby," I whisper in her ear, "Feel it." I graze my teeth along her right earlobe.

"Oh… please," she whispers.

Closer… just a little bit closer…

"I think you're clean enough now," I say, and I know she's right on the precipice. I stop, pulling my hand from her body.

Lesson one: orgasm denial.

"Why are you stopping?" she cries, out of breath.

"Because I have other plans for you, Anastasia," I murmur. I'm so hard, and I grip myself, running my hand up and down my own length. "Turn around, I need washing too."

She does, eyes instantly zeroing in on where I grasp myself. Her mouth drops open.

"I want you to become well acquainted, on first name terms if you will, with my favorite and most cherished part of my body. I'm very attached to this."

She is so… Enthralled, her eyes wide as she watches me grow. I can feel myself getting harder as she watches. Fuck, this is erotic. She's so fucking innocent, and I get all of her.

Her eyes lift to my face, and she swallows.

After a minute, she grins widely and reaches for the soap. Watching me, she lathers the soap between her palms, just as I have done. Her lips are slightly parted, and I watch as, clearly very intentionally, she captures her bottom lip between her teeth, and then runs her tongue across it.

Oh, fucking fuck me. I want that mouth on me.

She grips me with a hand, where mine has just been. Oh shit yes. I let my eyes flutter shut briefly.

She squeezes me, and I lower my hand to hers, to guide her.

"Like this," I coach, and I move her hand up and down along my length, firm.

Oh my fuck… Her hands, so soft, feel heavenly against me.

"That's right, baby."

I release her, letting her take over, and I shut my eyes as she continues to glide her hand up and down me. Reflexively, my hips push into her hand and she squeezes me tighter.

Oh shit… I groan softly. Mmm, yes, just like that, baby. You're doing so well…

I'm just losing myself in the sensation when I feel her mouth on me, wet and hot. She sucks softly, and I feel her tongue sweep over the head of my cock.

"Whoa… Ana," I stammer, my eyes flying open, and she increases the suction.

"Christ," I groan, and I close my eyes again. So fucking good. Wet and hot and soft.

She pushes more of my length into her mouth and swishes her tongue around the tip again.

I feel my hips flex. Oh shit. I'm so sensitive.

I force my eyes open, watching her suck me. She is so fucking hot.

Desperately I want to take her head in my hands and fuck her mouth, have total control, trap her hands behind her back and really claim her mouth as my own, but I need to ease her into it, once again. And she's doing well. Fuck, she's doing better than well. She's amazing.

Oh fuck. I'm getting closer, that familiar, delicious pressure building.

On their own accord, my hands grip her pigtails and my hips thrust forward and back, and I'm fucking her mouth gently.

"Oh… baby… that feels good."

In response to my words she sucks harder, flicking her tongue over the head again.

Fuck. So sensitive.

I'm getting close…

She clamps her teeth behind her lips and really sucks, hard, pulls me further into her mouth.

Shit… oh, fuck.

"Jesus," I hiss, "How far can you go?"

She pushes me farther, and I can feel the back of her throat—fuck. She pulls back slightly, to swirl her tongue around my tip again. She doesn't stop, repeating the same process, again and again.

Oh, fuck. Oh, shit. I'm gonna come.

"Anastasia," I gasp, "I'm going to come in your mouth. If you don't want me to, stop now."

I'm so close, right on the edge, about to fall over the precipice, and I thrust my hips into her mouth again.

She doesn't stop, and ever so slightly, I feel her teeth graze my erection, and that's it.

I explode in her mouth, crying out wordlessly, and freezing as my orgasm rips through my body. I'm all at once full of energy, excess energy, zipping through my veins like shorted electrical wires, and then suddenly I'm jelly, weak and spent.

When I open my eyes, I find her watching me.

"Don't you have a gag reflex?" I demand. For a first timer, she sure didn't act like it. "Christ, Ana… that was… good, really good. Unexpected, though." And I frown. This is not the way things usually go. Without knowing it, she's topping from the bottom, but strangely, I don't mind too much. "You know," I tell her, "You never cease to amaze me."

She smiles and bites her lip, and I think she does it on purpose.

"Have you done that before?"

"No," she admits, but I can hear the pride in her tone. She's proud of herself.

"Good. Yet another first, Miss Steele." Jesus Christ, this woman is amazing. "Well, you get an A in oral skills. Come, let's go to bed. I owe you an orgasm." I want to taste her so bad. And holy fuck does she deserve one hell of a reward for this…

Still partially hard, I climb out of the tub and wrap a towel hastily around my waist. I hold a larger towel out for her and she rises, stepping into it. I wrap it tight around her, pinning her arms to her sides, and pull her against me so I can kiss her. I push my tongue into her mouth and I can taste myself…

As I kiss her, I'm again overwhelmed by how amazing this woman is. She's taken all of this in stride so far, shown no fear whatsoever. Oh, I need her. I need Anastasia Steele more than I've ever needed anything else in my life. I need her to agree to this.

I pull away, gripping her face in my hands. I have no idea why the need is so great, I just know that it is.

"Say yes," I beg her.

She frowns, confused. "To what?"

"Yes to our arrangement. To being mine. Please, Ana." I kiss her again. These feelings inside me have me in turmoil, but there's one clear thought: I need to make her mine. Now.

I tug her into the bedroom and over to the bed.

"Trust me?" I ask.

She nods, her eyes wide.

"Good girl," I whisper, brushing my thumb over that full bottom lip. I step into my closet and up to my tie rack, snatching up the first one that I see, a silver-grey silk-woven tie.

When I return, she's standing in the same spot, unmoving.

"Hold your hands together in front of you," I tell her, peeling her towel off her shoulders and tossing it on the floor nearby.

She does, and quickly I tie her wrists together. I tug to make sure it's secure.

My sweet, sweet Ana. All tied up.

Oh, what am I going to do to her?

I run my fingers down one of her pigtails. It's damp and slightly unwoven now.

"You look so young with these." I close in on her, and she steps back at my advance.

I unwrap my own towel from around my waist and let it drop to the floor, too.

"Oh, Anastasia, what shall I do to you?"

I lower her onto the bed, stretching out beside her, and I lift her hands above her head.

"Keep your hands up here, don't move them, understand?" I say to her, and I can feel the familiarity of this act rising up in me. The excitement, the arousal, the power of absolute control, all in my hands.

She just stares at me.

"Answer me.

"I won't move my hands," she says. She's panting, breathless, the swell of her breasts rising and falling rapidly.

"Good girl." I wet my lips, watching her watch me. Oh, Ana. You look so delicious. I plant a quick kiss on her lips. "I'm going to kiss you all over, Miss Steele," I hum in her ear, and lift a hand, cupping her chin, forcing it up so I have access to her throat. I litter small wet kisses down the column of her throat, and she groans.

We've barely even started and already her whole body's on alert.

My lips move lower, leaving soft wet imprints of my kiss on that beautiful flawless skin of hers, when I feel her hands in my hair. I freeze and gaze up at her, shaking my head in disapproval.

I reach up and position her hands above her head again.

"Don't move your hands, or we just have to start all over again," I tell her, trying to keep my tone neutral.

"I want to touch you," she pants.

"I know." That's part of the fun. "Keep your hands above your head."

I push her chin up and start to kiss her again. When I reach the small dip at the base of her neck, I put my hands on her body, gliding over that soft, soft skin-made even softer by the oil in the bath—past her breasts, where her nipples are already straining, hardened by my teasing. Hmm, that's nice…

I continue my journey south with my lips, kissing down the valley between her breasts. Her skin smells divine—a heady mix of freesia, and sandalwood, and jasmine bath oil.

I stop briefly at her breasts, to kiss and suck each nipple briefly.

Her hips begin to move, I imagine she's searching for friction.

"Keep still," I whisper against her heated skin. I really don't want to have to start this whole process over. It will take all day to get to my destination if I have to do that.

I continue south, reaching her belly button. I dip my tongue inside, and graze the skin with my teeth. She jumps, her back arching off the mattress.

I move lower, running my nose back and forth, along the line her pubic hair makes. "Hmm," I hum appreciatively, "You are so sweet, Miss Steele."

I bite her gently, and soften the harshness with my tongue.

Suddenly, I remember those legs, and I think those deserve some attention too. Plus, I also like to tease her.

I sit up, gripping an ankle in either hand and spread her legs wide, exposing her to me. I take her left foot in both my hands, bend her knee, and kiss each of her toes, then go back to the start and bite each of them in turn. When I reach her smallest toe, I bite harder and it gets the reaction I want—she writhes on the bed, whimpering softly. Oh, what that sound does to me…

I run my tongue up her instep and watch as she shuts her eyes and her head falls back.

I kiss her ankle, littering kisses up her calf, right up to her knee.

And then I repeat the same thing on her right foot.

"Oh, please," I hear her moan when I bite down on her little toe.

"All good things, Miss Steele," I whisper. Come to those who wait… I smirk briefly at my own little joke.

I kiss her right ankle, up her right calf, keep going past her knee, and litter kisses up her inner thigh. Oh, those amazing thighs. I want to be cradled between those thighs.

I push her legs further apart and kiss up her other inner thigh, licking and sucking, and I'm there. In the promise land.

Up close, her scent is all-consuming. Fuck, she smells so good.

Very softly, I run my nose up her slit, inhaling deeply through my nostrils.

Hmm…

As I do so, she convulses slightly.

I stop, waiting for her to stop moving, gazing up at her. She lifts her head and looks down at me. Her lips are parted, cheeks flushed, eyes wild with lust.

"Do you know how intoxicating you smell, Miss Steele?" I ask her, and I can't help it—I push my nose into that small bunch of pubic hair and draw the scent in greedily, hungrily.

I hear her gasp quietly.

I pull back slightly, pursing my lips, and blow very gently up the length of her.

"I like this," I murmur softly, reaching up to gently pull at her pubic hair, "Maybe we'll keep this."

"Oh…" she moans, "please."

"Hmm, I like it when you beg me, Anastasia," I tell her, and I can feel my hardness stirring underneath me.

She groans in response.

"Tit for tat is not my usual style, Miss Steele," I inform her as I blow up and down her again, "but you've pleased me today, and you should be rewarded." I can't hold back my voracious grin. I so look forward to rewarding her…

I press my hands down on her thighs, holding her legs apart, and slowly, firmly, I begin to circle her clitoris with the tip of my tongue.

She moans loudly, back arching again.

Oh, baby.

I roll my tongue over and around her again and again, getting her lost in the sensation. Subtly, I don't think she even knows she's doing it, she grinds her hips into my mouth.

It's not long before she starts to quiver, her legs going rigid.

I slide a finger inside her and groan lowly at the feel. Hot and slick, just for me.

"Oh, baby," I say to her, "I love that you're so wet for me."

I move my finger inside her much the same way I'm rolling my tongue around her clit, in wide circles, and I can feel the give of her body around me as I stretch her.

She groans, keening quietly, and her quivering intensifies.

I know she's close.

Don't stop now, Grey.

Suddenly, she comes, exploding around me. She cries out incoherently and as she slowly drifts down, I lean up to rip open a condom and roll it on.

Slowly, I ease myself into her, careful to be gentle, in case she's still sore.

Oh, it's just as good as it was last night. She's so tight and so wet, just for me. I thrust my hips against her very slowly as I watch her coming back down from the high her orgasm took her to.

"How's this?" I whisper.

"Fine," she sighs, "Good."

I stop holding back and really go for it, pounding into her. That sweet, sweet tension begins to build, and I can feel my impending orgasm coming. I can tell she's close too, writhing under me, moaning, her hips thrusting back at me, perfect every time, offering the perfect counterpoint.

"Come for me, baby," I demand in her ear. Shit, I'm so close. She'd better come or I'm going to do it for her.

She does, letting go around me, calling out my name, her voice wild and untamed.

"Thank fuck," I groan, and I come. That sweet, sweet letting go, uncoiling, and then the violent ricochet as I come back.

Exhausted from the intensity of it, I collapse on top of her. Somehow, she gets her arms around my neck, and though I tense slightly at it, I don't remove them. This is… okay.

After a moment, when I've regained my composure, I push myself up on my elbows so I can look at her face.

"See how good we are together? If you give yourself to me, it will be so much better. Trust me, Anastasia, I can take you places you don't even know exist."

As I run my nose down the length of hers, voices in the hall seep into my consciousness.

"But if he's still in bed, then he must be ill. He's never in be at this time. Christian never sleeps in."

"Mrs. Grey. Please."

"Taylor," the woman replies in consternation, strangely familiar, "You cannot keep me from my son."

"Mrs. Grey, he's not alone," Taylor says.

"What do you mean he's not alone?"

Slowly, clarification is dawning in my head, piecing the voices to faces…

"He has someone with him."

"Oh…"

I blink, all at once horrified and humored.

"Shit! It's my mother!" The idea hits me hard in the head, out of left field. I want Ana to meet my mom. I want to introduce her to my mom. Hell, I'd like her to meet my entire family.

In my haste, I jerk out of her quickly, pulling the condom off, knotting the end, and tossing it in the wastebasket by my bed. I leap off the bed and pull my jeans on—no time for boxers.

"Christian—" Ana stammers from the bed, "I-I can't move."

I grin at the sight of her, all tied up, dependent completely on me, staring wide-eyed and desperately at me. Quickly I go to her and undo her restraint, admiring the imprints my tie has left in her skin. Damn, that's hot.

My thoughts return to the fact that Anastasia Steele is about to meet my mother, and excitement jumps in my belly. I grin and lean down to swiftly kiss her forehead.

"Another first."