Anastasia
The helicopter ride was breathtaking and I'm still on an emotional high when we reach my parents. I feel light, happy, and ecstatic that they'll finally get to meet my Ellie and Christian. Ellie and I are wearing matching hairstyles, hair parted down the middle with two short braids leading to two messy buns on our heads. I know it probably makes me look like I'm back in high school again, but Ellie saw it on Pinterest and begged me to do it.
Christian pulls up the driveway and I'm so excited that I find myself clapping before taking my seatbelt off. I reach for the door handle and hear the door lock engage.
"You know better than that." Christian gives me a look. "Stay."
He unlocks the doors of our rental and I try to wait patiently while he comes around the car to open our doors.
"Daddy is so chivalrous, don't you think, Mommy Ana? He says we deserve it."
I grin. "That's right. This is how a lady deserves to be treated, Ellie. Remember that." He's showing her how precious she is and I'm obsessed with it. I'm hoping that whoever she ends up with will appreciate it, too. Whether it be a he, she, or they, I want them to feel loved and appreciated by each other. I want her to give respect and expect respect from her partner. Whether it's her day to open the door or theirs.
Christian opens her door first. "Lovebug." He offers her his hand and she takes it and hops out. He shuts her door and opens mine.
"...And my girl." I take his hand as I slip out and he wraps an arm around me, giving me a firm kiss. "Love you, gorgeous."
I grin up at him as he shuts my door. "I love you. Now, let's go!" I'm too excited to stand here all day and be lovey dovey. We can do that later!
As we make our way up the walk, Ellie runs ahead of the two of us and rings the doorbell a couple of times. She seems just as excited to meet them and I love that her heart is so welcoming to anyone and everyone. She's not a shy girl and I think my parents will love her spirit and sass. The door opens and both of my parents are standing there, ready to greet us.
Eloise curtsy's at them, her dress in her hands and it's the cutest fucking thing I've ever seen. "Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Steele. I'm Eloise Grey. Pleasure to meet you." Christian and I both burst into a laugh while my parents look a little shocked by her greeting. "You can call me Ellie, though, unless I'm in trouble... then it's Eloise Grace!" Her face goes low to mimic her father's and her finger wags.
"Nice to meet you, Ellie. I'm Ana's mom, Carla, and this is her dad, Ray." Momma offers her hand to Ellie, but she ignores it and hugs my mother around the middle.
"I think I'll call you MeeMaw." Ellie mentions, looking up at my mother while she squeezes her. Letting her go, she hugs my father. "And you... I'll call PopPop." She grins. "Ashley calls her PawPaw PopPop and it's so much fun!"
My father, who is a man of little words, pats her back awkwardly and clears his throat. "Okay, then."
I laugh and step up to hug him when Ellie lets him go. "Hi, Daddy."
"My Annie."
I hug my mom and she squeezes me so tight, I swear she'll break a rib.
"I've missed you so much, Ana."
"Me, too." Pulling back, I give her a smile before I turn to introduce Christian.
"Mom...Dad. This is my boyfriend, Christian. Christian, this is my mother, Carla, and my father, Ray."
"Mommy Ana..." Ellie whispers up at me. "You didn't introduce me."
"Ellie..." I laugh. "You introduced yourself... and even gave them names."
She giggles. "Oh, right."
"Okay, Mom and Dad. This is my best friend, the love of my life, the best girl in the world, and my pseudo-daughter, Eloise Grace Grey." I wave my hands up and down her body like I'm on Wheel of Fortune. "Is that better?" I whisper back.
She nods. "Lots."
Christian offers his hand to my mother. "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Steele. Anastasia really is a spitting image of you, isn't she?"
My mother blushes at his comment and it's entertaining. "That's sweet of you to say, Christian. Please call me, Carla."
"Seriously, though, you look more like her sister than her mother." Christian looks confused and I roll my eyes.
"I had her younger than I should have, I'm afraid. You know how it goes. Young girl meets boy with a motorcycle..." She shrugs. "I was only a junior in high school when I found out."
I see Christian wince. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry, Carla. You've obviously done an incredible job at raising Ana."
She smiles. "I appreciate that, Christian. No need to be sorry."
Giving her a nod, he offers his hand to my father. "Mr. Steele, it's nice to meet you."
My father stares at him for a second and then reluctantly uncrosses his arms to shake his hand. "Christian." I see Christian's jaw clench when my father squeezes his hand a little too hard.
"Why don't we head inside?" I offer, feeling the tension between the two men. I place my hands on Ellie's shoulders and we follow my parents inside.
"How much older is your father?" Christian whispers to me quietly.
It makes me grin. He knows Ray isn't my biological father, but their age difference is obvious. "Twelve years."
Christian relaxes and nods and it confuses me. "Why?" I stop in my tracks and let Ellie continue to follow my parents.
"Just making sure our age difference won't be a problem."
I tut. I'm twenty-six and he's thirty-two. It isn't that much of an age difference at our age, but I'm sure that his mind is coming up with all of the possible complications that my father could bring up to keep us apart.
"Just relax, Christian. He's sizing you up, but it's not going to change how I feel about you."
"Yea, but it could cause a whole hell of a lot of issues. I want an easy relationship with them like you have with mine."
My sweet Christian. I lean up on my tiptoes and press a kiss to his lips. "It'll come. Just give it time."
Christian
I feel like my heart is still pounding in my chest. We've just finished lunch and Mr. Steele hasn't said much, but I keep feeling his stare on me. Luckily, the three girls are keeping us entertained with talking, teasing, and giggling. Carla's personality is a lot like my Ana's and so I don't think it'll be hard forming a bond with her. It's obvious that Mr. Steele is protective of Anastasia, though. He's going to be a hard one.
"So, Christian," my eyes leave my plate and find Carla's, "I have read up on you a little bit."
My eyebrows shoot up. "Uh oh. That's not always a good thing. The media is rarely kind."
She grins. "You mean you're not the stuffy, hot-headed king of Seattle that they all talk about?"
"Stuffy?" I laugh. "Anastasia is working on that."
Ana giggles beside me. "Yes, his stuffiness is reserved for work now."
"And hot-headed?"
I shrug. "When you own a large company, tempers become a part of it."
"And at home?" Mr. Steele cuts in.
"Like my stuffiness, I try to reserve my temper for work." I'm only human.
"Daddy used to be grumpy, but not anymore. He was always nice to me, but adults used to make him grumpy a lot. He made my other nanny's cry. But not anymore. He's nice now." Eloise tries to help me out.
"Not anymore? And why is that, Ellie?" Carla asks next to her.
"Mommy Ana made him better."
"Mommy Ana, huh?" Carla eyes Anastasia.
"Yes, she's the best! She was my nanny, but I knew she'd be my mom one day. I'm pretty smart for my age. I knew I just had to be patient even though my dad says I don't have any."
"You did?"
Ellie nods. "It took a long time to convince her, but I did. I need a mommy... Just like she needed a daddy when she was little. She has PopPop now and I have her. Moms and Dads are important."
"Yes, sweetheart, they are." Carla frowns. "I heard about your Mommy, Ellie. I am so sorry about what happened."
Ellie's chin tucks to her chest and her bottom lip quivers. It breaks my fucking heart. She's been doing so well since she's started seeing her child therapist, but of course it's still sad, so her emotions are going to be all over the place when Leila is brought up.
"Would you like a break?" Anastasia whispers quietly to Ellie. Her therapist had taught her to take breaks when she needs them and educated us on how to support her during this process. "I can show you my old room?"
When Ellie gives a nod, my girls stand and Ana excuses them from the table. I rub my face roughly.
"I'm sorry, Christian. I hadn't meant to upset her."
I shake my head. "No, it's alright. She's learning healthy coping mechanisms and it's good to see her working out her feelings. Thank you for your kind words. It's been a rollercoaster for all of us."
"The single father and the nanny." Mr. Steele comments, rubbing his fingers along the scruff on his chin. He eyes me.
"I'm sorry?"
"Kind of cliché, don't you think?"
I have to force myself not to roll my eyes. "You can thank my brother for that."
"Elliot?" Carla asks, surprised.
I nod. "He knew I had no urge to date because work and my daughter kept me busy enough. He thought we'd be good together. I didn't know that at the time, of course, but when I had fired my twelfth nanny because she refused to listen to my rules, he told me to hire Ana... and because I trust him with my daughter, I did. Ellie fell in love with her during the interview... and it didn't take me long after to do the same."
Carla is beaming. "If it's Elliot approved, I'm sure that you two are great together."
I'm surprised by her words, but considering he saved their daughter from a predator, I guess I shouldn't be.
"I appreciate that, Carla. I know no one's perfect, but I am trying to be everything she deserves. I do get moody and I work late sometimes and my mind isn't always present, but I am trying and I won't stop."
Carla smiles. "That's all we can ask for, Christian."
"I heard that Annie reopened the case because you asked her to." Mr. Steele's brown eyes are piercing.
"She reopened the case because he's victimized others and she wants him put where he can't hurt anyone else. It'll also help her with closure."
"Closure, huh?"
"Yes, sir. At least that's what her trauma therapist believes and she's the best in the state. She has a lot of healing to do and this will do so much for it. I'm so damn proud of her. She's a strong woman."
Mr. Steele nods. "That she is."
The girls make their way back to us and Ellie pats Carla's hand. "I'm sorry for leaving, MeeMaw."
"Oh, sweet girl." She hugs her. "Don't be sorry for needing a break. We all have feelings and sometimes we just need a breather! You should never have to apologize for that."
I find myself getting teary-eyed at her words. I now see where Ana gets her wisdom from. Her mother seems to be an old soul, too.
Ellie is beaming. "I like you."
Carla laughs. "I like you, too, Ellie! I'm glad you came with Ana for her birthday."
"Thank you! I love birthdays! Daddy didn't get us any cake or ice cream last night so I hope we get some today. I dreamed of chocolate cake and rocky road ice cream last night!"
"Well, it seems like your Dad dropped the ball, now didn't he? Don't worry, Ellie! We just so happen to have Ana's favorite chocolate cake with whipped white icing and Moose Tracks ice cream."
Ana groans in delight beside me and rubs her tummy. "Why did we eat lunch, then? We should have skipped straight to the dessert!"
Ellie nods. "Yes, Mommy's right. Can we have some now?"
"Eloise..." I warn. "That's not your decision to make."
"Well, we were going to do presents first, but we can do dessert. Maybe then we'll be hungry enough for a second helping before you leave." Carla smiles.
"Hey! If you're going to hype my girls up on sugar, then I'm leaving them here." I tease. "These two are crazy together!"
Anastasia smacks me in the stomach. "Oh, you hush! You get your entertainment, so don't complain."
XxXxXx
"So, Ana, what'd you get for your birthday?"
Anastasia licks her spoon clean of ice cream and sits back to answer her mother. "Let's see. I got wine of the month club from Kate and Ethan, a yearly subscription of Kindle Unlimited from Elliot, a beautiful painting of Hedwig from Harry Potter from Ellie that she painted herself, and this gorgeous promise ring from Christian." She holds out her hand so her parents can see.
"A promise ring?" Ray sounds unimpressed, but Ana beams and holds her ring to her chest.
"Yes, isn't it gorgeous? He remembered how I was a puddle of goo on the floor when I read a romance where the man asked this girl to go steady and he surprised me with it. It was the cutest, craziest, most romantic thing ever. I'm obsessed."
"That's the cutest thing I've ever heard." Carla's hands are on her heart and I can see she's just as much of a hopeless romantic as her daughter is.
Mr. Steele eyes Ana and I back and forth. "I guess that's the most romance you're going to get out of him since marriage is off the table, huh?"
My heart drops into my stomach. Did she really tell them I refuse to get married?
"Raymond Oliver Steele! It's Ana's decision if she doesn't want to get married. It's none of your business. I'm sure Christian doesn't want to be reminded."
"What?" I'm completely confused. Ana told them she didn't want to be married?
She turns towards me. "Baby, it's okay. I know we talked about not telling anyone, but I admitted that marriage just isn't for me. It's just a piece of paper, right?" She's lying through her teeth. She's lying to protect me. Suddenly, I need a break.
Taking a deep breath, I nod. "Okay. I need to use the restroom. I'll be right back." I step away, trying to keep my heart and blood pressure in check. Without me even knowing, this girl took a bullet for me before the subject of marriage could even come up. She wants them so badly to like me and she knew that her father would hate me if I refused to give his daughter everything. This girl is so fucking selfless.
Her father knows, though. He knows there is no fucking way that his daughter who is obsessed with romance novels and all things love and romance would be opposed to marriage for herself. Fuck. She's too fucking good for me. I don't deserve the beautiful thing. Her soul is so good and bright and mine is dark murky gray at best. I'm too damn selfish to let her go though. I need her and so does Ellie. I can't let her go when my daughter is at stake. At least, that's the excuse I'm using.
I flush and wash my hands and when I make my way out, I hear Mr. Steele and Ana.
"I don't believe it, Annie. Tell me the truth." He's whispering in the living room.
"Wha-what do you mean?"
"You've spent your childhood putting on fake weddings and your teenage years talking about how you couldn't wait to find your soul mate so you could spend happily ever after with him! You're constantly sending your mother recommendations on romance novels and within a few months you change your tune and suddenly don't want to get married?"
"Daddy, people change their minds."
"What the fuck happened? It's Christian that doesn't want to marry you, isn't it? Please tell me that you're not going to waste your life on a man with commitment issues, Annie! Your heart is too sensitive for this!"
"Dad! Just stop! I am my own person. I can make my own decisions! Marriage just isn't in the cards for me right now and I'm okay with that! I've only known Christian since May as it is! And, the way you're acting, you seem to dislike him anyway, so why do you care? He's a good man and a damn good father. He's responsible for keeping food on the table for tens of thousands of his employees! He's given more time and energy to people in need than you could even begin to dream of! If you really want me to be happy, then stop being such a broody father and actually get to know him!"
I shut the bathroom door loud enough for them to hear and start my way down the hall. I find them in the middle of the living room staring at me. Ana's cheeks are bright red from fighting and Mr. Steele is scowling.
"Ana? Baby, are you okay?" I make my way to her and she wraps an arm around my waist.
"Yes, I'm fine. Let's go back to the dining room. I think Momma and Ellie are stealing another slice of cake."
Anastasia
I'm annoyed at my father for reaming me about the marriage situation, even though I'm the one that's lying. It's my decision to stay with Christian even though he doesn't want to marry and I don't want my parents to hate him for the rest of their lives because of it. My mother might come around when she realizes we can be happy without it, but I don't see my father ever doing it. I'd rather blame myself and have a happy family.
For my birthday, my parents bought me four tickets for Harry Potter and the Cursed Child at the theatre in Seattle and I'm ecstatic. I've been looking forward to seeing the play and since it was a birthday present, I can make Christian, Elliot, and Kate to go with me. I look over at Christian and give him an evil grin.
He sighs dramatically. "I know. I'll go."
I giggle. "Thank you, boyfriend. Now, will you be a good boy and get me my handbag from the hallway?"
I have a present for my parents too and I am beyond ecstatic to give it to them. Christian comes back quickly with my bag and I give him a peck on the lips as a thank you.
"I also have a present for the two of you. I've had it for a little bit, but I wanted to give it to you in person."
My parents eye each other. "You do? What is it?" My mother is confused.
"You two have been the best parents I could have ever asked for. You have worked so hard your whole life and even after Daddy retired, you couldn't bear to see me start out with any debt, so you took out a year of his retirement early. I've looked into it and I found out that you have to pay interest if you draw money early." I wipe at my eyes because the thought of my parents being so selfless hits me hard in the chest.
"Annie... don't worry about that. We wanted to." Dad reaches across the table and I squeeze his hand.
"I am going to worry about that. I won't have you going without because of me. You've made sure I've had everything I needed from the very beginning and I can't allow you to keep doing this. I knew that when I turned my back on the publishing world that I would find a way to pay you back one way or another. When Elliot told me about the nanny position and how much it paid, I knew I had to take it so that I could pay you back... with interest. With Christian's help, I've been able to save almost everything I've made this past summer and I'm giving it to you. I want you to have it. Whether you put it in savings for retirement, use some of it for a well-earned vacation, or for a new car... hell, I don't care, as long as you enjoy it and find some peace knowing you have it." I hand my mother the cashier's check for $65,000 dollars.
"We never expected this of you. It wasn't a loan, Ana. It was a gift." My mother is teary-eyed.
"I know. And this is my gift to you. As a thank you."
She opens the envelope and looking in, she drops it on the table. "Oh my word, Anastasia. We can't accept this! This-this is far more than what we gave you."
My father peeks in the envelope and places it back on the table. "You can do so much with this, Annie. Don't do this. We'll be fine. We're fine."
I shake my head. "No, I'm fine. I'm blessed to be in a place where I don't need that money. It was always meant for you. You're the reason I took that job and again, like always when it comes to the two of you, it ended up a blessing. It put me where I was always meant to be. Christian, Ellie, and I are a family."
Mom pushes herself up and I stand so I can hug her. "You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, Ana. My greatest gift. I am so proud of you and who you've become."
"Oh, Momma." I hold her tight and cry with her. I never expected today to be so emotional, but I am so happy that I can do this for them... and I have my beautiful Christian to thank for that.
My father's arms wrap around the two of us and I feel Ellie snuggling into the side of me to get in on the hug, too. It makes me laugh through the tears.
"Christian?" My mother calls for him and opens one of her arms, forcing him to join in.
When we finally pull apart, my mother pulls Christian in for another hug. "Ana speaks so highly of you, Christian. She's told us everything you've done for her. I know she says she doesn't want marriage, but don't give up on her. Promise me, you won't. She's had such a hard time since her attack and I worry that it's ruined her happily ever after. You could very well be her happily ever after if you want to be. Just don't give up on her." Momma is holding Christian by his elbows as she talks and it's bittersweet listening to her.
I feel so guilty that I put all of them in this situation. My mother thinks I've lost my mind, my father knows I'm lying to his face, and poor Christian has to deal with this shit show even though it's none of their business. There is nothing wrong with Christian for not wanting to marry. It's his decision and I worry that my mother's words will make him distance himself. I wonder if I made the right decision with coming up with this anti-marriage talk before they had even asked about marriage between the two of us. If I didn't feel the need to cover our tracks ahead of time, it might not have even been brought up today... and Dad might not be a brooding butt today.
Christian gives my mother a warm grin. "I'll never give up on Ana. I promise. She's mine."
XxXxXx
*Guest house.*
I stare at the text from Christian. Guest house? Shrugging, I slide out of bed where I've been waiting for Christian to finish working from his home office and slip my ivory robe over my light green silk nightgown he bought me. I put it on hoping he'd enjoy what he saw when I received my birthday sex tonight. Opening our French door leading to the back deck, I shut it quietly behind me and hurry down the steps quickly so I can see what he has planned for us.
When I reach the door to the guest house, it opens instantly and he yanks me inside, causing me to yelp. Before I can even get a breath in and out, I'm being pressed against the door and his mouth is on mine. Well, hello, Mr. Grey! I moan against his mouth, my hands clutching his shirt at his chest.
"Happy birthday to me." I pant when he pulls away.
With a sexy little grin, he looks over my face. "Still want to play? If not, that's okay. It's your birthday. Tonight is for you."
I bite my lip at the thought. "Yes. I want sexy playful Christian for my birthday."
He nuzzles my nose with his. "I'm going to make this Christian your favorite."
Reaching down, he grabs my backside and lifts me so he can carry me back to the guest house bedroom. I lock my ankles behind him and my arms rest on his shoulders.
"I didn't want Ellie to overhear. Since you've never done anything like this before, I didn't know how loud you'd be or how you'd respond. I want your mind and body on me tonight. We don't need the interruption of trying to remember to be quiet." He places me back on my feet in the bedroom. "It's important that you don't overthink. Relax and keep your attention on me. If you don't like something, just tell me to stop. I won't be offended; I won't be upset. We're just here to play and experiment."
I shiver at his words and nod. Yes, I want to play.
He pulls on the bow of my robe and the tie unravels, allowing him to push the robe off my shoulders. His warm palms run down my bare shoulders as he takes me in.
"So damn beautiful, Ana. I'm buying you more of these." He's already standing at attention for me and I watch as he reaches in his pajama pants and strokes himself. "I'm hard as steel, baby. Fuck, I ache. But I'll wait. I want that ass first, then I'll fuck your cunt, baby. No need for lubrication tonight. I promise you'll be so wet by the time I take you that even my thighs will be wet."
"Holy shit." I'm literally trembling.
He grins and caresses my cheek with his thumb. "Bend over the side of the bed, babygirl. I've got to get you worked up until you're ready to burst. Then you'll crawl over my lap and I'll make sure to make that sexy little ass the same sweet pink as your cunt."
Holy fuck. Jesus Christ. I really like this Christian. I haven't heard him talk like this before and I swear I could come just by the words and sound of his voice.
"Come on, sweet thing. Bend over for me." His fingers slip up my nightgown, grazing my silk panties, rubbing over my swollen clit. "Already so wet. This is going to be so fucking good."
When his hand drops from my center, I turn and do as he asks, bending over the tall bed. I shiver when I feel the soft nightgown being pulled up over my thighs and my hips and he leaves it scrunched up against my lower back. He pulls my panties down my legs next and he kisses my right asscheek.
"Such a good girl. Fuck, you're so sexy." I chance a look back while my cheek is pressed against the bed and see that he's naked and rubbing himself now.
He gives me a smirk when he sees me watching. "You like when I touch myself. Your center is clenching just watching. Don't worry, babygirl. I won't waste any of my cum."
I whimper and press my face in the mattress. My clit is throbbing so damn hard. Everything in me wants to wiggle to find some relief, but I don't want to ruin this for him. I want to see what he's like when he has me at his mercy. He's so damn sexy like this.
Christian
I grip Ana's ass in both of my palms and squeeze and knead her cheeks, reaching down with my thumbs to run them along her lower lips as I knead. I'm immediately rewarded with a moan from my girl. I never thought this was on the table... especially after finding out about her attack. I never thought I'd get to play like this with her body, but she surprised me and gave me what I've been dreaming about since the first time I sunk myself into her.
I hold onto her left cheek while my right hand lips between her legs and I run my middle finger up and down her slit. Her clit is so damn swollen. Fuck. It has to be throbbing for her. I grab onto her backside and squeeze up, giving me a better look. I get an eyeful of every intimate part of her and my cock bobbs at the thought of seeing her so open and needy for me. I want to take that backside of hers, but that's a matter for another day. I continue to squeeze and knead her ass, pulling it back up so I can get a nice little view if her wet cunt, her clit swollen and needy. When I see it pulse, I groan out.
"So swollen, baby. Sensitive?" I slip my middle finger down her wet slit again and caress her clit.
She whimpers out a yes.
"That's a good girl. I'll ease it soon. I promise." My middle finger presses into her and I thrust it a few times, massaging her walls. "So tight." I groan. Fuck, I want her. "You're already so wet and pink for me. You ready for my lap, babygirl?"
Her legs are shaking just from the few minutes of playing and I worry she won't be able to keep herself up much longer.
"Yes, Christian. I want it."
Fuck, she's phenomenal.
I help her stand back up and once I'm sure she's sturdy I throw the duvet and sheet back and situate the pillows so I can lean against the headboard. I place a couple of pillows beside me for her head and one in my lap so she's comfortable and keeps my cock from hurting her. I offer her my hand.
"Come lay across my lap, gorgeous." When she climbs up, I make sure her nightgown is bunched up at her ribs and she settles across me, her head resting against the pillows.
"I have a couple rules. Rule number one is that you keep your arms tucked underneath you. Your first response when I spank you is going to be to cover yourself and I don't want you getting hurt. The only thing I want to strike is this." I squeeze her backside. "Rule number two is that you keep your head turned this way so I can see you. It's sexy as fuck to watch you and it keeps you safe. I want to make sure I don't go too far. If you are uncomfortable at any time, you say stop and we stop. Understood?"
She nods her head against the pillow as she watches me. She pulls her arms underneath her and shimmies a little and I wait until she gets comfortable.
"Ready?" I reach up and smooth her hair off her cheek.
She nods. "I'm ready."
I grin. "This is for pleasure, baby, so I'll start soft. It will sting toward the end, but I think you'll like it."
She bites her lip. "Kay."
Finally, I allow myself to take in my girl who is laying so beautifully relaxed for me. She trusts me so completely that it almost brings tears to my eyes.
"Fuck, you're delicious." I grip her backside in my palms and then slide a hand between her legs, making sure I keep her aroused.
I lift my hand and bring it down on her right cheek and I hear a puff of air come out of her mouth. Looking, I see her eyes closed, but her face is relaxed, so I continue, alternating hands and cheeks, massaging and kneading her backside that is quickly becoming a delicious shade of pink. I slip two fingers into her core and pump them a few times, getting her to moan. I continue to finger fuck her as I spank her and her mewls and moans become louder.
"That's right, babygirl. It feels so good, doesn't it?"
She whimpers and her hazy blues find mine. "So good, Christian. You make me feel so good."
I slip my fingers out of her and find her clit, making her whole body jolt.
"So, sensitive for me, Ana. Close your eyes, concentrate on the pleasure."
I make sure she does what I say and my fingers make circles around her clit while I spank her. Harder and harder each time and then my fingers hit her clit, rubbing it just like she likes when my hardest strike comes down.
She throws her head back in a cry and her body begins to shake with her orgasm as I work her through it. She cries out my name and a few expletives while I ease her backside by kneading and massaging it as she comes down from her orgasm.
Finally, her body relaxes and I rest my palms on the small of her back and the back of her thighs, making sure I don't make her ass sting anymore than it already has. When she becomes quiet, I realize I'm panting.
I'm quick to move us and leave her on her knees so I can slip in from behind. "I'm going to lose my mind if I don't fuck you, Ana. Say yes." I'm holding my cock an inch from her opening, but I need her consent.
"Yes. Fuck. Please, Christian."
XxXxXx
Ana rests on her front while I kiss all over her back and rub aloe on her backside. It's important to me that she doesn't hurt anymore than she already is. When I'm finished, I lay beside her and she curls into me, nuzzling into my neck. I hold her close and I know I can't keep the smirk off of my face.
"You alright there?"
She giggles into my neck. "More than."
My smirk widens. "Yea?"
"Yea. Sexy playful Christian is definitely my favorite."
"We aim to please, Ms. Steele."
She hums and kisses my Adam's apple. "Your aim was spot on tonight. I don't think I've ever been so turned on, Christian. You've ruined me for other men."
"You better fucking believe it. You're everything I could ever want and I'm not letting you go."
I feel her hand grasp my still hard cock.
"You love to play, don't you? I've never seen you like this. The look on your face... the things that you said... the way that you touched me. God, you're sexy. I want more of this. I want to hit all of your fantasies, Christian." She pumps me up and down and I let out a groan.
"The same can be said about you, Ana. I want you to be comfortable enough to ask me. But right now, all I can think about is carrying you back to our room so I can watch you ride me while I hold on to the silk at your hips."
She sits up quickly. "Let's go."
I laugh and grab her as she throws her legs off the side of the bed.
I carry Anastasia back to our room with me completely naked while she grinds herself into me as we go. I only make it halfway up the deck stairs before I fuck her right there, slamming into her while she clings to the step she's sitting on, my hand over her mouth, muffling her cries when I push her over the edge.
She has me losing control.
It's magnificent.
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