Fifty Shades of BLACK SILK

BLACK SILK: Part 27

I woke up in the middle of the night to a crick in my neck. I stretched my arms and twirled my head from side to side in an effort to loosen my bones. City lights peeked through a sheer curtain that covered the floor to ceiling windows. At first, I was confused by my surroundings as I lifted myself off the sofa all groggy and sleepy. Then, it slowly became clear. The obnoxiously lengthy and tall fireplace; the minimalistic zen-like furniture; the wide marble floor and the grand piano by the window; it could only belong to one person alone.

I wrapped the blanket over me as I slowly dragged myself to the kitchen where every silver appliance you can think of populated the area. Even his kitchen is grey, I thought, and laughed to myself meekly. I rummaged around his fridge where not a speck of sugar was in sight. On the flip side he has a fully stocked wine cellar, so there you go. I grabbed a tub of vanilla ice-cream and rummaged around for a spoon before sitting at the bench.

Vanilla. I half-smiled at the small lump of white cream before suckling on it like a rabbit. One of my favourite things to make my lips as cold as I could get them with ice-cream. It looked like I was making out it when it was just a comforting tactic. It kept my mind busy and intent on something in my hand than out there, thinking about what could have happened to me. I hated that I had to keep my mind busy, but I thought of nothing else, and I didn't want to lose my mind.

I heard the smacking of footsteps on the marble grow louder. At first, my heart pounded because I didn't understand what the sound was. Then, out from the shadows, appeared Christian in his silk pyjamas, with his grey top only buttoned halfway up.

"Still here," he smiled, politely.

My heart dropped. "Oh my gosh," I whispered and stood. "I should go."

"No, no, no, that's not what I mean. I'm surprised you're still here but I'm only glad."

"I'm chowing down on your food; I've overstayed my welcome," I stammered.

"Relax." He stepped closer and held me at my waist and pushed back the hair the fell around my face. "I'm glad. Are you okay?"

I nodded. "That was scary."

"I was scared for you."

I nodded, again. "I really don't want to think about it."

"I'm glad you're safe."

"Thank you. For helping me. Even after I stormed out."

"With my dying breath, I'll help you."

I peered up through a blurry vision, into his dark yet earnest eyes. "You sound like you care about me a little too much."

He sighed through his nose, his nostrils flared. "I can't help it."

"You say things—" I closed my eyes as tears streamed down my cheeks— "that make me feel like I'm more to you than sex, sometimes. It confuses me."

He froze, his eyes calculated, his brows furrowed in thought. "I can't care about you?"

"I don't want to be discarded," I sniffed.

"Never." He lowered his head, stroking the tears away with his thumb.

"I don't want to feel like I'm worthless."

"Never," he breathed.

"I don't want to feel—" I whispered.

He pushed his lips onto mine before I could finish the sentence. He was soft and gentle. The blanket dropped onto the floor and I felt the cool air of night envelope me. In his tightened grip around my thigh I could feel how hungry he was for me. I was more wet with each kiss he trailed down my neck.

"Christian?" I panted.

"Yes?"

"Go slow."

"Of course."

We made our way to his bedroom, not going slow, and it was entirely all my doing. I ripped open the rest of his buttons and lowered my head to his pelvis. He breathed, holding the back of my head as a lined right about the strap of his pants with my tongue. I wanted more control of the moment, so I drew his pants down and put him in my mouth. He groaned loudly as I sucked in and out, licking the base of the tip.

I got up and pushed him onto the bed, right before peeling my dress off. I mounted him and pushed him inside of me until he filled me up, I moaned. I rocked my hips back and forth, gently squeezing my breasts, enjoying myself, enjoying him watching me with the same eagerness as those awaiting for twilight.

He flipped me over onto my back and drove into my harder and harder. He pulled out and lowered his head in between my legs, lapping me up and fingering me with two fingers until I came. He filled me up and drove into me harder and harder until he arched his back and groaned through clenched teeth.

He dropped down beside me. For a moment it was strange because neither of us moved for a long time. I continued to stare at the ceiling, hoping he'd hold me or say something to me. Until it was such a long time that had passed, that I began to hear him snoring lowly.

I scrunched my face as I turned over to look at him. He was asleep. I couldn't believe it. He turned over, giving me his back, and slept. I turned the opposite way, wondering if I made a mistake. If this was a mistake.

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