Stranger at My Door

CH10: Ana

Stranger at my door

CH10: Ana

I wake up in the middle of the night to Christian snoring softly next to me. His lips are slightly opened and soft manly noises escape from his chest. I caress his chin; there is a little stubble there –there is no question Christian Grey is a very handsome man – I nuzzle by the curve of his neck as he rolls towards me. However, when I reach and touch his chest he wraps his arms around my head, forming a cocoon around me. I smile, my face resting on his forearm and against his bicep, I am deliciously sore in places I did not even know I could be sore.

The only light in the room is from the moon and the stars. There is a cool breeze coming from an opened window or door. I can hear the sound of waves nearby, wrapped inside a Christian Grey cocoon warm and cozy, very much like a caterpillar, I fall back asleep once more.

When I open my eyes again, I am disoriented at first. All I can see is the sky stained with pink, purple and orange of the sunrise. The surroundings are not familiar, the bed is firmer than mine; the sheets are shiny, softer, and light blue, almost grey. I think they are silk, though I have never touched such delicate silk texture in bedding before. There is a white leather chaise in the corner which contrasts with the grey walls and marble floors. 

My Adonis is sound asleep, his rhythmic breaths are hypnotic. Christian is naked, resting on his back; his arms are above his head and his mouth slightly ajar. He is an incredible looking man; even asleep, he is the most perfect man I have ever seen. That includes Kate’s stash of Playgirl Magazines; for a brief instance I wonder what my BFF and college roommate would think of my one night stand. For sure she would like to know all the details, but she won’t get any. To me, tonight is an indulgence, a guilty pleasure to be enjoyed and filed for latter; it is to be stored under lock and key in a folder between the Seven Deathly Sins and the Seven Wonders of the World – or at least my world.

I am not sure what tonight means for Adonis; perhaps it is one of many. I cannot help it, my mind  jumps to ‘wonder how many women have been here like this,’ and my heart skips a bit or two at the thought. I shake my head; I notice the waste basket full of used condoms and smile; and I turn my attention to the sleeping Adonis next to me. There is a small patch of coarse reddish brown hair on his chest, and some little misshaped round scars are barely noticeable.  

I wonder what the faded white scars are from. Somehow I doubt he had acne, even if he did, I bet he had no trouble getting girls during his teen years. His curly hair thins and forms a path to his hips and my breath hitches when I notice his morning wood.

He is at a full mast, the ridges plump and pink; his erection is laying on his flat abs, teasing me long, thick, and hard. The head seems to be pointing at me, I cannot stop staring at it. There is a vein that runs along the side – no wonder I am sore, how in the world did all of that go inside me?

The only other man I ever have been intimate with is Jose. His hair is jet black and coveres him all over. Sometimes, in the summer, Jose would manscape. I wonder for a brief second if Adonis here manscapes as well.

“Enjoying the view?” He asks his voice thick with sleep.

I am startled out of my revere. “I hum, ah.” I am embarrassed after being caught. Christian swiftly pulls me into his arms and teases my clit with his cock. “I – I,” it is a heady sensory overload for me. I feel him, all of him. He is firm and hard; his body is warm and his arms protective. I get lost in his arms as I close my eyes and inhale him; his smell is intoxicating.

With his index finger, Christian traces my body on his way to my core. He has a sexy smirk and wets his lips as he opens my legs. He presses his teeth against my thighs, and soon after he runs his tongue over the sensitized skin. It is a new sensation, nobody has ever bitten me there before – I like it.

Soon enough, my eyes are rolling back into my head as I am pulling his hair and bucking my hips. Then, when he comes back up, his cock goes in as he kisses me – I can taste myself on his lips.

Last night was very physical, lustful, satisfying, and exciting. This morning is slow and rhythmic. My face is against his shoulder and I nibble on him, slowly kiss and lick his muscles as they expand and contract with ease. I am enjoying the saltiness in my mouth.

When he pulls my hair to look into my eyes, I see something flash in his eyes. I hope he finds what he is looking for; his gaze is so intense; I wish I could read him because he is silently saying something or asking for something, but I do not know what it is – does he want me to do something to or for him?

I enjoy feeling as his muscles work, I enjoy listening to his choppy breaths, but most of all I enjoy his simple kisses as he moans into my mouth. It drives me crazy; his cock goes slow, deep, piercing.  We last close to an hour. My bladder is screaming, my legs are shaking, and feel feverish.

We are both sweaty and the sweet slow pace Christian is filling an insatiable hunger within me. Finally, he reaches between my legs with his fingers and pulls on my clit. Then, over the sensitive nub he makes a circling motion with his thumb and grinds his hips against me.

“Show me that you are mine, here, now. Anastasia” The way he says my name is the sexiest most wonderful way anyone has ever said it. I close my eyes, arch my back and a very embarrassing loud moan escape’s me.

When I come down from my high, I open my eyes. His face is scrunch up almost in pain, his muscles are rigid and his grunts are low and sexy.

For the longest time we stay in each other’s arms trying to get enough air into our lungs and gazing into each other’s eyes. I feel like my soul is responding to him, I feel naked beyond just my body, my every essence is responding to him. I finally understand what he has been telling me with his eyes and then with his body this morning – ‘goodbye.’