I’m out of breath, panting, and Christian leans down and kisses me hard. We’re still pressed together, his weight a welcome comfort on top of me as we come down from the high together. It’s a little chilly in the deserted sitting room of Newell Boathouse, which we’re only able to get into because Christian has a key as captain of the crew team. This is the newest in a long line of different and exciting places Christian has thought of for us to make love in.
“You’re absolutely perfect,” Christian says, when his lips finally break from mine. “I’m so in love with you, Anastasia Steele.”
“I love you too, Christian,” I reply, leaning up and kissing him again. He reaches down, checks the time on his phone and sighs.
“We need to get going or you’re going to miss your last midterm,” He says, and I frown. The prospect of a two hour final on John Milton is definitely a mood killer.
Christian pulls out of me and reaches down to hand me my discarded jeans as he stands. We get dressed quickly and quietly sneak out of the building and across the sloping grass hill. The sun is steadily growing warmer as the weeks pass and I’m grateful for the subtle warmth of the late March morning. Winter is finally leaving Cambridge, and I couldn’t be happier.
“Do you want to go out for lunch this afternoon?” Christian asks when we’re back on campus and have to go our separate ways.
“Not really. I think Kate told Ros we would have lunch with her in Annenberg and I still have to pack. Besides we’re going to be eating out for every meal for the next week”
“You haven’t packed yet?” Christian asks, raising a disapproving eyebrow. “We’re leaving for the airport in six hours.”
“Some of us didn’t finish our midterms on Wednesday, and you wouldn’t believe the study schedule Kate has set up. She’s a maniac.”
“Well, how long could it possibly take you to pack five or six bikinis?”
“I have to pack more than that,” I tell him rolling my eyes. “And I only have one swimsuit.”
“You better add shopping to your to do list after your final, then,” He says, seemingly appalled. “I don’t want you getting any crazy ideas that you should be wearing anything other than a bikini for the next week.”
I laugh and playfully punch him in the arm. “Shut up. Besides, I don’t think buying a bunch of bikinis I’ll only wear once is a smart budget decision.”
“I could give you my credit card,” He suggests.
“Thank you, but no,” I tell him, and glance down at my phone, “Crap, I’m going to be late. I’ve got to hurry. I’ll see you in a couple hours?”
“I guess. Text me when you’re ready to go to lunch.”
“I will. Love you.”
“Love you too. Good luck on your test,” He leans down and kisses me on the cheek, and I wave good-bye as I hurry off to my Eighteenth Century Literature exam.
After a grueling two hours of examining complicated prose, interpreting difficult passages, and composing long hand essays, I hand my blue book to the professor and head back to my dorm, where I know Kate is waiting for me.
She’s been doing much better alone in the room over the past couple weeks, especially after her stalker was sentenced to life in prison for six counts of first degree murder, three counts of attempted murder, and one count of unlawful harassment and contact in violation of a restraining order. His family was ordered to pay $2.3 million dollars in fines out of Dylan Abernathy’s trust fund to Kate, the families of the murder victims, and Harvard University.
Kate was adamant that she didn’t want any of his money so she donated all of her restitution to a charity in Boston that helps women and children trying to escape domestic violence. The ruling has made me extremely happy, not only for the sense of peace it seems to have given Kate, but also because it’s shown how good Carrick’s instincts are. He predicted the trial outcome perfectly and now, I’m more confident than ever for the quickly approaching trial against Mrs. Lincoln.
When I get to Grays, I find Kate reviewing a study guide she had made for herself for her last midterm. Presumably, she’s trying to decipher how she did on the test and she looks pleased. I want to shake my head, of course she did. One of the biggest blessings of her finally being able to be alone in this room again is that I can sleep across the hall with Christian while she stays up until 3 or 4 o’clock each morning studying. She really has taken this need to be the best in her field to heart.
“How did your test go?” She asks when she finally looks up from her study guide.
“Fine, but it was longer than I expected. I’m starving.”
“Well we can head over whenever you’re ready. I told Ros we’d meet her down there around 1:30 when she dropped that off, but I can text her and tell her to meet us there now.” She says, pointing to something behind me.
I follow her finger to the pink striped bag on my bedside table with the words Victoria’s Secret embossed over the front in gold font. I narrow my eyes, would Christian really have Ros deliver lingerie to me and then be okay with her just leaving it with Kate? I reach hesitantly into the bag and try to see what’s inside without pulling it out for Kate to see. There are a few things in here but they look too brightly colored to be naughty lingerie.
I dump the bag out on the bed and four or five different colored bikinis fall out on the bedspread. I frown down at them just as Kate comes over to inspect my gift.
“Ooh, cute!” She says, holding up a turquoise bandeau top. She starts laying out the suits, trying to pair the mismatched colored tops and bottoms. There is a note stuffed in with the pink tissue paper and I pull it out to read:
Ana, sorry Neiman Marcus didn’t have swimsuits in yet, this was the best I could do on short notice. If you see Christian before I do, tell him I’ll give him his credit card back at lunch. Have a great vacation!
I sigh. “I told him I didn’t want him to buy these for me.”
“He didn’t, Ros did,” Kate says, laughing at her own joke. When I don’t laugh she looks over at me with exasperation. “Ana, relax. They’re just swimsuits. He wants to spoil you and he can afford it.”
“I know he can afford it, Kate. That’s not the point. His family is paying for this entire vacation, just like they paid for Aspen. I don’t want to turn this into a money thing again.”
“Trust me, you’re in the clear on that, Ana. We can all se
e how in love you are with each other and you got him out of all that crap with Mrs. Lincoln. The Greys are more than happy to bring you along on a family vacation they would have had anyway. Besides, it makes Christian feel good to buy you things, what’s the harm in letting him?”
I press my lips together as I decide whether or not to argue with her. I know this about him already. How many times has he told me he wants to give me the world? I just wish he’d believe me when I told him he gave me everything I could ever hope or dream for without spending a single penny.
“You might as well get used to this, Anastasia,” Kate says, sensing my hesitation. “When you two are married, everything he has will also be yours and that includes his money.”
“Married!” I shriek. “What do you mean, married?”
“Oh please,” Kate replies, rolling her eyes. “You have to know that’s where you two are headed. Christian’s obsessed with you. I know it, Ros knows it, even Elliot knows it. We’re taking bets on when he’ll break down and ask you. Ros thinks he’ll hold off until they get their business deal, but Elliot says he’ll propose by this time next year. I’m only giving him until the end of the semester.”
“But… We’re still in school. We’re only nineteen! I hadn’t even thought…”
“You don’t have to,” Kate interrupts. “The point I’m trying to make is that Christian loves you. He wants to dote on you and today that means bikinis. Cute bikinis, that you should try on immediately.”
She holds a bright yellow top and a tiny pair of navy blue bottoms out for me but I’m still a little dazed from this sudden marriage talk.
“Okay… after lunch then,” She says when I don’t reach out and take the swimsuit from her. “You get Christian and I’ll text Ros.”
Ten minutes later, Kate, Christian, and I meet Ros, who is waiting for us outside of Annenberg Hall. I find myself glancing up at Christian uncertainly from time to time as we find a place to seat in the dining room, can he really be thinking about marriage already?
Kate and I decide to stick with a healthy salad for lunch as bikini season seems to have come a little early this year, and we eat quietly while Christian and Ros argue about their business plans.
“Would three years really be so bad?” Ros asks, clearly frustrated with Christian’s inability to see any side but his own in this argument.
“Three years would be a disaster,” He snaps back. “Do you know what could happen to the economy in three years?”
“Yes, I know exactly what could happen to the economy in three years!” Ros exclaims. “You know how I know that? I study Economics at Harvard University. Christian, we’re putting ourselves in the best position possible just by being here. We’re. At. HARVARD! Every single rejection we’ve gotten says to try again once we’ve got our degrees. Investors are looking for education, they need to know we know what we’re doing, and we are getting the best education money can buy!”
“And if the economy recovers by the time we graduate?”
“Then we’ll have to work a little harder and grow a little slower. Besides, a slow economy isn’t the only reason businesses fail, Christian. When we’re ready for takeovers, we’ll look for ineptitude, companies that are overstretched or underwater in debt, hell, maybe someone just looking to sell!”
“You’re dealing in a whole lot of ‘ifs’ and ‘maybes’ right now, and I’m not comfortable with that,” Christian says.
“I like it here,” Ros says with finality. “I’d rather spend three years here preparing ourselves to face the challenge of the future than muddle our way through whatever bargain basement deal we can get out of these glorified loan sharks you’ve been dealing with.”
“We’ll find a better deal,” He says, his voice low and even.
“No, we won’t. Not without degrees, and I’m done trying for now. You can keep looking all you want, but you’re wasting your time. And I’m telling you right now, I won’t leave here unless you can make a borderline miraculous deal.”
He scowls at her but his response is cut off by the sound of his phone ringing. He pulls it out to look at the number on the screen and his brow furrows with confusion as he reads it. I don’t think he knows who it is, but he answers it anyway.
“Hello?” He says, and the moment the person on the other line speaks, he looks anxiously over at me before he continues. “What? No. Hold on just a minute.”
He gets up from the table, picks up his bag, and looks back down at me. “You’ll be ready to leave by three?”
“Yeah,” I assure him, though my voice is a little higher than I mean as I wonder who he’s talking to.
“Okay, I’ll see you later,” He says, and he leans down to kiss me before turning around and walking towards the exit.
“I wonder who that was?” I ask aloud, and then turn to Ros. “Something business related?”
“No,” She says shortly. “We haven’t had a real prospect in three weeks and there is nothing in the pipeline. I’m telling you guys, we’re not going anywhere.” I frown but notice that both Ros and Kate exchange a mischievous look before quickly glancing down at their food. They know something…
“What?” I ask and they both try to cover their smiles. I stare expectantly at Kate until eventually she cracks under the pressure.
“Okay, don’t get too excited or anything but… we may have reason to believe he’s talking to an engagement ring designer.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, feeling heat suddenly flush my cheeks. We’re back to the marriage thing again.
“Okay, a few weeks ago when Christian and I were studying…” Ros begins, lowering her voice and leaning in close to me. “He got this call from an unknown number and I didn’t pay attention to most of it but I did here him asking about carat size and clarity.”
I freeze. Oh my god.
Has this seriously just gone from one of Kate’s annoying theories to completely real in the course of a lunch? Is Christian really going to propose? What if he’s going to do it in Bora Bora? What would I say?
“Calm down, Ana!” Ros says, clearly seeing the panic on my face.
“Calm down? He’s going to propose! We’ve only been dating a few months, we’re not even old enough to legally drink! This is crazy! I’m not ready for this!” I shriek, doing my best to keep my voice as low and my breathing as even as possible.
“So say no!” Kate says, worriedly now as I practically begin to hyperventilate. Ros snorts.
“Yeah, say no to Christian Grey,” She says, her tone full of sarcasm. “See how well that works out for you.”
I push my food away, no longer able to think about eating with my mind and heart both racing. I really don’t know what to do. The idea of marriage at my age, while I’m still in college… no, it’s unthinkable. Ray would murder me and probably Christian. But if Christian asked and I said no… it would break his heart.
“Come on,” Kate says, pushing away from the table and picking up her empty plate. “Let’s get back and pack. We’ve got to get going soon.”
“Okay,” I say weakly, managing to nod before getting to my feet. Ros frowns at us, a look of longing displayed on her face.
“Well, have a wonderful vacation in Tahiti. I hope you’ll think of me in blistery San Francisco while you lay out on your sun loungers and drink Mai Tais.”
“Oh Ros!” Kate says, pouting guiltily as she reaches out to hug her. They embrace shortly and then Kate passes her to me. I give her a sympathetic smile and then wrap my arms around her.
“Don’t be scared, Ana,” Ros whispers in my ear. “I know him better than I know myself sometimes, and he really loves you. No matter what.”
I nod and kiss her gently on the cheek before turning around and following Kate back to Grays. We spend the next two hours folding, modeling outfits for one another, sealing travel sized toiletry bottles in plastic bags and cleaning our room.
At precisely, 3 o’clock, Christian knocks on the door. We pull our luggage out of the room and down to the town car waiting on the curb. I’m worried at first all of our luggage won’t fit in the car, but the driver is able to expertly pack it all in and once Christian and I slide into the back seat and Kate settles into the front seat next to the driver, we’re off to Logan International Airport.
It’s the Friday that kicks off spring break for all the major universities in the Boston area so the airport is packed. I hold tightly to Christian with one hand and my luggage with the other as we try and divine a path through the crowds in the terminal. The line at security is so long I’m worried we’re going to miss our flight, but by the grace of god, we make it to our gate just as they’re closing the doors.
The flight attendants give us impatient looks as we shove our luggage in the crowded overhead bins and take our seats, coach this time rather than business class, which Christian is clearly not thrilled with. I’m sandwiched in between Christian in the aisle seat and Kate next to the window, and as we take off down the runway, I find myself wishing I’d have thought to go to the bathroom before I got on a six hour direct flight.
A few hours into the flight, Christian buys us all a salad from the snack cart being pushed up the aisle, and Kate chats happily about the excursions she wants to take that she found on the resort’s website. We spend the last hour or so trying to fill in the crossword puzzle in the back of her US Weekly magazine, while Christian reads a copy of the Wall Street Journal he picked up at the airport.
When we land at LAX, we make the long trek from our gate to the international terminal, where we find my mom and Bob already waiting for us.
“Hi sweetie!” Mom cries, bouncing up from her seat when she sees us coming up the walkway. She’s wearing a ridiculously large sun hat that screams island tourist but she looks so excited I can’t help but smile and engulf her in a tight hug.
“How was your flight?” Mom continues, talking too quickly. “Bob and I are just so excited to finally be on vacation, it feels like it’s been ages! Kate! Oh, we’ve missed you sweetheart! You know I was just saying to Bob the other day how nice it was having you over Christmas break.”
“Thank you, Carla,” Kate says, giving her a hug. “Vegas was a lot of fun this year!” Kate shoots a sly look back at me and I roll my eyes as my mom moves onto Christian.
“Christian, dear! It’s so good to see you again! I’m so excited to meet your parents and spend the week with your family. We’re so grateful that your mother thought to invite us.”
“Well family is very important to my mother, Mrs. Adams, and since we’ve taken Ana in as our own, that makes you and Mr. Adams family as well.”
“Carla, dear, please! And, who knows, maybe soon you two will make it official and we all really will be family.” My mom says with a joking chuckle.
“I hope so,” Christian replies, smiling graciously at her, and once again I feel as though I’m out of breath. There it is, the marriage question just sitting out there and Christian didn’t shy away from it. He welcomed it. My mom turns back to her seat while Christian directs me to a chair a few rows away.
“So…” I begin hesitantly. “Marriage is something you’ve thought about?” I cringe as I hear the words. I really don’t want to come off like I’m pushing him towards a proposal but if he’s already considering it, I really need to know.
“Sure,” He shrugs nonchalantly, taking a book out of his bag.
“But, like… Far off into the future right? Like, after we’ve graduated and started our careers?”
He looks over at me and raises an eyebrow with amusement. “I don’t know. You seem to be a hot commodity with all the guys around campus. I might have to scoop you up before you realize what you’re missing.” He laughs, but I don’t know if he’s joking and it makes my stomach tighten with anxiety.
He settles in and begins to read, grasping my hand and running his thumb over my fingers while I try and figure out what I’m going to do if he does propose. We wait at the gate for about half an hour before a bolt of brown-haired lightning streaks through the waiting area and into Christian’s lap.
“Hey, Mia!” Christian manages to say, although she’s practically knocked the wind out of him.
“Hi!” Mia says excitedly. “Mom told me that you get out of school before I do and that both you and Elliot will be home in less than two months for the whole summer.”
“Yeah, think you can handle it?” Christian asks, smiling fondly at her.
“I can’t wait! You’re coming back to Seattle too, right Ana?” Mia asks, crawling out of Christian’s lap and looking expectantly at me.
“Uh… well, I don’t know. I mean, my dad isn’t going to be in Montesano so I’ll probably go back to Georgia and stay with my mom.”
“What?” Christian asks, his voice suddenly urgent.
“I mean, it makes the most sense doesn’t it? Where would I stay in Seattle?”
“With me,” Christian says flatly. He’s staring at me so intensely I almost feel the need to back away.
“Christian, I think there’s a difference between your parents allowing me to stay in the guest room for a week and letting me move in for a few months.”
“No, there isn’t, and if there is you can stay with Kate in Mercer Island. Or better yet, I’ll rent us an apartment for the summer. We could stay in the middle of downtown, we could even travel if you’d like.”
“Christian…” I say hesitantly, but thankfully Grace finally catches up to us and saves me from answering.
“Hello, dear. How was your flight?” She asks, wrapping her arms around Christian.
“Fine,” He answers, his tone still brisk. “Mom, Ana can stay in the guest room this summer, can’t she?”
“The guest room? What? Doesn’t she want to stay with her mom?” Grace asks, looking slightly taken aback by Christian’s sudden request.
“She’d be all the way in Georgia,” He replies as if it’s the most disgusting thing he’s ever had to say.
“Well…” Grace hesitates, looking at me with a flustered expression.
“Dad,” Christian says, obviously too impatient for his mother to process what he’s asked. “Ana’s Dad is still deployed so she doesn’t have a place to stay in Washington for the summer. She can stay with us, right?”
“Well, hello to you too, son. I’ve missed you too.” Carrick replies sarcastically, but Christian just continues to look at him, waiting for his reply.
“What do you think, Grace?” Carrick asks, and Grace smiles fondly between me and Christian.
“I think your father and I will have to discuss it further. We’ll let you know by the end of term.” She says diplomatically, and Christian frowns.
“Oh no!” Kate cries from behind Christian’s parents and we turn to look at her standing by the arrival/departure board.
“What is it?” My mom asks, walking up to greet Grace and Carrick.
“This says Elliot’s flight has been delayed,” Kate replies.
“What?” Carrick asks, a note of panic in his tone. He reaches into his pocket to pull out his cell phone and begins typing on the screen and flipping through webpages for flight information. “It says here that all flights were grounded in San Francisco this evening due to fog. His flight was delayed 45 minutes. He won’t be arriving for another hour.”
“But our flight leaves in an hour!” Kate exclaims. She looks between Carrick, Grace, and both of my parents as if waiting for someone to come up with a solution to the problem.
“I’ll talk to the airline, perhaps they can hold the flight,” Grace suggests. Carrick nods in agreement and they head off to the airline counter together. Forty five minutes later, my parents, Christian, Mia, Grace, Carrick, and I respond to the last call boarding announcement for our flight to Bora Bora. Grace looks anxiously over her shoulder at Kate, who is standing in the middle of the aisle on her tiptoes trying to see Elliot over the crowd of people milling about the terminal.
“I should stay,” She says, holding on to her boarding pass hesitantly.
“No, you should get on the plane,” Carrick says. “Elliot is an adult, he can figure out how to get on the next flight if he doesn’t make it. You heard what the airline said, there isn’t a flight for another 24 hours, and you can’t miss the whole first day of our vacation. Think about Mia and the other five people we’ve invited on this trip.”
“It just feels wrong getting on a flight not knowing if my son going to make it,” Grace says sadly.
“He’ll be fine,” Carrick reassures her.
“What about, Kate?” I ask.
“If she wants to wait behind for Elliot, that’s her choice. She’s an adult too.”
It’s my turn to hand the flight attendant my boarding pass and I glance anxiously back at Kate, still standing in the aisle looking for Elliot, before reluctantly handing over the slip of paper and walking down the long tunnel to the airplane. Once our luggage is stowed and we’re all seated, we stare at the door in front of us hoping desperately to see Kate and Elliot come through the door.
Ten minutes pass and the flight attendants start walking down the aisles, closing the overhead compartments and making sure each passenger is ready for takeoff. After a few more minutes, it becomes apparent that they aren’t going to make it and as one of the flight attendants begins to close the cabin door, I suddenly feel as though I’m going to cry. I don’t want to spend the first day of this vacation without Kate and Elliot.
“Wait!” The stewardess standing by the microphone at the front of the plane says. She touches her ear, apparently listening to someone speaking to her through an earpiece, and holds her hand up to stop her co-worker.
“We’ve got two more,” She smiles.
I perk up and watch the flight attendant open the door and Kate and Elliot come pouring in. A huge smile crosses my face and relief washes over me as they take both take the two seats behind Christian and I.
“Thanks for waiting for me, dickbag.” Elliot says, punching Christian in the shoulder.
“Fuck you, I’m not trying to spend the night in LA,” Christian replies.
“Language, boys,” Carrick says, giving them both a warning look from across the aisle. I turn and see Mia seated on his left snickering at her brothers. Grace gets up to give Elliot a quick kiss before the flight attendant asks her to take her seat. We watch the same safety presentation we saw on our departure from Boston as we taxi towards the runway and then we lift off, flying off towards paradise.
“Hey, I have some good news,” Elliot says, once we’re cruising above the Pacific Ocean.
“What’s that?” Kate asks, and Christian and I turn around to look at them.
“I got my acceptance letter in the mail yesterday. I’m going to MIT next year,” Elliot says, smiling broadly and Kate shrieks.
“Congratulations, Elliot,” Christian says, reaching through the seats to shake his hand. I unbuckle my seatbelt to hug him over the seats.
“You know what this means?” Kate begins excitedly. “The four of us should get an apartment off campus next year.”
“That would be amazing!” I smile back at her.
“We’ll start looking once we get back,” Christian says, squeezing my hand.
“Okay, but Kate and I get the master bedroom because I’m older and generally better looking than you,” Elliot says, and Christian rolls his eyes. Elliot tells the news to both Grace and Carrick, who are both beaming with pride as they offer their congratulations. The whole atmosphere of our family is uplifted as we continue on our way, but as the hours pass and the people around us begin turning off their lights and settling down for some sleep, Christian turns to me, looking very serious again.
“You aren’t really considering going to Georgia for the whole summer are you?” He asks, keeping his voice low so he doesn’t wake the passengers around us.
“I mean, honestly, I hadn’t really thought about it, but what am I supposed to do? Just move into your house and live off your parents all summer?”
“It’s not like that, Anastasia…”
“That’s exactly what it’s like, Christian. Look, I don’t want to spend the summer apart from you either, but I have a family too. I don’t see my mom as often as you see your parents, school vacations are really the only time I get to spend with her and Bob.”
“It’s two and a half months!” He snaps.
“Shh!” I whisper, glancing around apologetically as a few of the other passengers shoot us dirty looks. Christian growls, undoes his seatbelt, and grasps my hand, pulling me into the aisle and back into the bathroom. He locks the door behind him and flips on the light.
“I won’t do an entire summer without you,” He says, trying to keep his calm.
“Christian, I know it’s not ideal but what do you want me to say?”
“I want you to say you’ll stay in Seattle.”
“It’s not that simple.”
“It can be, Anastasia. Look, I know you want to see your family. Come home with me, stay with me, and we’ll fly to down to Savannah and stay with your parents for a couple of weeks. We could even fly them up to my parents place for the Fourth of July. God knows what summers are like down there, they’d probably be glad for a reprieve from the heat.”
“I mean, I guess…” I say hesitantly, trying to sift through the dozens of thoughts going through my head at once.
“It will work out, I promise. I’ll make sure you spend some time with your mom, but I can’t do that long without you. The idea of being apart from you at all is awful but the whole summer? No, I can’t do it, I won’t do it.”
I stare at him, trying to decipher what’s going on behind his molten gray eyes, but all I see is apprehension. I don’t want to be the cause of his concern and he’s offering me a lot. Besides, it’s not like I want to be away from him either…
“Okay,” I concede. “We’ll fly my parents up for the Fourth of July and we’ll spend the last two weeks of vacation there before we return to Cambridge in the fall.”
“Deal,” He says immediately, and I smile at his reaction.
“What? Were you worried I was going to disappear over the summer, never to be seen again?” I ask teasingly.
“No, I was worried I wouldn’t get to wake up next to you each morning or kiss you before bed each night. I need you, Anastasia. I love you.”
“I love you too,” I tell him, and he leans down and kisses me. I kiss him back, and he slips his tongue past my lips and reaches down to squeeze my behind. I moan.
“You’ve been feeling rather adventurous lately,” He says when he breaks our kiss a few moments later. “How do you feel about joining the mile high club?”
“Favorable,” I whisper mischievously, and his eyes light up with jubilation.
“Then turn around, and keep quiet,” He tells me. I do as he says and feel him reach around and undo the top button of my jeans. His fingers slide down the front of my pants, under my panties and begin to caress my clitoris with soft, slow circles. I moan as quietly as I can and lean against the wall, pushing my behind into his growing erection, and smiling at his answering groan.
His fingers move faster, quickly becoming lubricated as my need for him increases. I’m trying desperately to keep my breathing quiet as I enjoy the sensations of his fingers moving on me, teasing me, bringing me close to the edge. He reaches over further, continuing his ministrations on my clitoris with his thumb while easing his middle finger inside of me. I have to bite down on my lip to stop myself from moaning but he sees me do it and leans over to take my lips with his.
He kisses me deeply, our tongues dancing together while his finger moves in and out of me in time with the attention he’s giving to my most sensitive area. I open my mouth in a silent cry of pleasure when he inserts another finger and swirls them around, palming my clitoris until I unravel in his hands.
“Yes! Ana!” He whispers quietly, reverentially, as he holds me up, working me through my orgasm. When I come down, he reaches for the waistband of my jeans, but I move my hips out of his grasp, turn around, and kiss him hard before sinking to my knees and releasing his erection.
With a slow deliberate movement, I grasp him at the base of his erection and slowly stroke my hand over it, rolling my fingers gently as I move up and down. His lips form into an “ooh” shape as he watches me touch him, and then lean over and run my tongue up his length. I swirl my tongue around the tip before enveloping him with my mouth, sucking hard, and then swallowing him as far into my throat as I can go. His hands twist into my hair, encouraging me as I take him in and out of my mouth, swirling my tongue around him each time my lips reach the end of his erection.
After a while, I can see the strain in his face as he tries to hold off his orgasm, but when he begins to move his hips, pushing himself further into my throat, I know how close he really is.
I close my lips tightly around him, suck hard, and he lets out an audible gasp before reaching down pulling me up to my feet.
“Not in your mouth,” He growls, and he turns me around and tugs my jeans down past my behind. I widen my stance as much as possible to allow him better access and he pulls my hips back and rubs the head of his erection against my entrance, lubricating himself before thrusting forward and burying himself up to the hilt inside of me.
I manage to keep my scream of delight silent as I revel in the fullness. He begins to move, slowly at first and then picking up the pace as he nears his release. His hand reaches up under my t-shirt and bra, and he cups my breast while he continues to thrust in and out of me.
“I want you to come with me, Ana,” He whispers, leaning over to whisper in my ear. “I want to feel you come on my cock.” I whimper at his request, and his fingers once again slide down to tease my clitoris while he thrusts on and on, hitting that place deep inside of me that electrifies my body with pleasure with each tantalizing stroke.
“Oh god Christian, I’m close,” I whisper. My knuckles are turning white from gripping the wall so hard.
“Me too baby, almost there,” He replies, the urgency of his thrusts telling me just how close he really is. I can feel him grow inside of me, preparing for his release, and the thought of his eminent climax is enough to send me tumbling over the edge into the deep, dark pool of ecstasy.
“Fuck!” He hisses, tightening his grip on my hip as he begins to pour himself inside of me. He thrusts into me as deeply as he can and stills, reveling in the feeling of me still quivering around him. As we come down together, he leans against me, our panting synchronized, as we both desperately try to catch our breath. I turn my head back and kiss him, never wanting this moment to end. It does though as we’re both suddenly startled by a soft knock on the bathroom door.
I freeze and shoot a terrified glance back at Christian, who is looking angrily at the door as if he can see who ever it is on the other side.
“Fuck,” He hisses, and then looks down at me. “Busted.”