Christian's Yearning

CH13

~ A private elevator’s secrets ~

Christian pulls Ana up to a standing position, pushed against the left corner of the elevator; he kisses her with all his passion. He can taste himself on her lips as his arms engulf her. His Dom alter ego peaks through; however, he controls it but it is still there.

“Ana, open for me.” He can smell her - citrus and spring blossoms; he can feel her skin – soft and silky. He inhales deeply and he feels on cloud nine – do not mess this up, Grey. “Tell me what you want.” He cannot keep his voice from cracking.

“I – oh – Christian.” All her walls are down, at this moment all she wants is him, and only he will do. She can barely string two words together “fuck me” she looks into his eyes, they look almost black.

“Fuck Ana. I wanted to hear those words for months now.” He is pinching her nipples through her clothes.

“Ugh?” – Take me, now, I want you in me.

 “Yeahhhh” - whatever you want just let me feel you now.

They are tangled together, panting, caressing and kissing. He picks her up against the railings, right at the corner where either side meets. A small part of her butt is resting on the railing as if it were a sit and her legs wrapped around his waist.

“Take me!” She implores.

He is caressing her legs, up and down. The tips of his fingers moving in unison, making wide circles, moving up to the apex of her thighs. All the while telling her how beautiful she is and how desirable he finds her.

- I hope this won’t push her away. She is asking for it, I cannot stop even if this elevator free falls, all I need is her, now.

“We aim to please” – yes my big torpedo buddy down south and I. He pinches some more.

Christian is kissing her neck; she is resting her forehead on his right shoulder. His erection rubbing against her; only the thin material of her lacy thong stands between them.

Their tongues dance; he puts the yearning of all these past months into the kiss. She needs to know what she means to him.

“You smell so good, Ana, you are a natural beauty.” He touches her folds, she is soft, velvety soft.

He stills, with a panty-dropping-smile exclaims “well, well. Ms. Steele I think you have something to show me.” He runs his fingers against her.

“I love that you waxed!” He offers as way of explanation, both his hands cares her, her mound and folds “so soft” he growls and pinches her there.

- She is wet, dripping wet, wanton for me.

“Damn I do not have a condom!” I want to feel her warmth envelope me.

“We are covered, please, I need you; I want you.” She is desirous, she needs release, and she needs him now. “Here and now.” Hard and fast will do; right now; she pulls him into her with her legs brining him closer. Her hips move on their own accord, up and down, gyrating against him, begging.