Our Ana | Kate & Ana & Christian

Chapter 7

Christian's Pov;

She tastes so sweet as she moans into my mouth as we kiss. I take a fistful of her hair in my hand and pull her head back, deepening the kiss. When we arrive in the bedroom I place her gently on the floor and reach behind me to flick on the light. I take a few slow steps towards the window and pull the curtains closed. Then I return to stand before her as she stares into me, eyes wide with a mingle of excitement and curiosity. "What now? Baby, I'm all yours." I state plainly, awaiting her instruction. I want her naked and entirely at my mercy. I want her to beg for more. "Undress me, please." She whispers, her voice raw and her face flushed. I yank open the front of her blouse and tug it down off her shoulders. I lean in for a kiss as I do, but it's just a quick teasing peck. Nothing like before. My breathing quickens as I watch the steady rise and fall of her chest. She licks her lips in anticipation and I continue with undressing her. I tug her undershirt up over her head, leaving her bare breasts exposed and begging for my touch. I fall to my knees in front of her and  help her out of her jeans. "What next?" I whisper, my hot breath against her sex. Her eyes meet mine as I kneel before her, awaiting my command. "Kiss me." Her gaze is erotic, dark, and intense. Suddenly my pants feel several sizes too small. I can't wait to get out of them and get into her, but I have to restrain myself. We're taking things slow this time. I happily oblige her request, slipping her panties down her long slender legs and pulling her into me. My hands hold grip her backside, holding her front to my mouth. My tongue swirls around and around as her hips buck against me. The delectable scent of her arousal is nothing compared to the mouth-watering taste. "Christian!" She gasps my name, breathless, as she throws her head back in pure bliss. She grabs hold of my jaw and forcefully pushes my head back and lifts me up to her height. I am putty in her hands as she kisses me deeply, lovingly, tasting her own arousal on my lips. Fuck. I grab her hands and guide them to the waistband of my jeans and she seems to get the message. She ends the kiss and drops down, taking my pants with her. She then takes me in her mouth and sucks hard, determined. Her warm wet mouth wraps around me as she sucks. "Ana, stop." I hiss. I don't want to come in her mouth. She retracts and I lift her up in my arms and toss her on the bed. I retrieve a condom from my jean pocket and put it on while she's spread out on the bed, waiting for me. We're both panting, breathless, and needy for each other, as I hover over her and push her legs apart. I want her so badly, and by some miracle right now she's mine. I ease into her, wrapping up my hands in her dark halo of chestnut hair. She looks so gorgeous. I move slowly, relishing the feeling of being inside of her. She moans beneath me, bucking her hips against me as I quicken my pace. I fuck her hard and fast, rough. She's mine, all mine, and no one can take her from me. 

We stay in each others arms, just gazing into each others eyes. Her's are such a lovely deep shade of blue. They dazzle me. I stare into the face of the woman I love, feeling an unsettling sense of vulnerability. "Don't ever leave me again." I whisper, pleading. I need her like I've never needed anybody. "Okay." She breathes, a sweet smile playing on her lips. Relief fills me, replacing any doubts I had. This woman loves me. No matter what else happens she loves me. "So, how come you haven't been sleeping in your bed?" I ask, recalling our earlier conversation, before the lovemaking. "Kate's bed is more comfortable." She says simply, with a shrug. "You know...I could buy you a new bed. One that's ten times more comfortable than Kate's with memory foam and a bunch of big fluffy pillows. Just say the word." I offer, only half-serious. I know she wouldn't take me up on that offer even if her bed was crumbling at the seams, but I had to give it a try. I don't like the idea of her sleeping in the same bed as Kate. It's be too easy for Kate to weasel her way into Ana's panties. I glance down at Ana and she's smiling, amused by my not so subtle jealousy over the sleeping arrangements in this place. There's no way I'm talking her into sleeping in her own bedroom alone, not after she's made up her mind about taking up room in Kate's bed. "I like sleeping with Kate. She's warm and soft and smells nice. Her company makes me feel much better than even the most expensive memory foam." Ana admits, her voice quiet and soft. "We never did get to eat our meal you know." I change the subject to food rather than to continue talking about the infamous Katherine Kavanaugh. "I Know." Ana mumbles. "Cook me some food, wench. I'm starving over here." I nudge her arm and she giggles. "On it, sir.' She gives me a seductive wink, then climbs out of bed to go prepare our dinner.

 Ana cooks our meal in just her blouse and panties while I patiently watch, not wanting to screw anything up by trying to help. When she's done we sit on the rug to eat and sip on some chilled Pinot Grigio. It's the perfect post-sex meal. "How long do you think  we have until Kate gets home?" I ask, hoping I wont have to rearrange my plans to avoid a very awkward interaction with Kate. "She's out with friends. They'll probably go out for drinks. I'd say we have the rest of the night before a very intoxicated Kate returns and collapses on her bed." Ana says, confirming what I already assumed. "Kate's not one to miss out on a good chance for drinking." Ana adds, cracking a smile. "So I've noticed." As long as Kate's out that means I have more time with Ana all to myself. "Would you like some dessert?" Ana asks, collecting both of our dishes to take to the sink. "Yes, I think I would." I lick my lips, eyeing her hungrily. "Not me. I was thinking more like ice cream." She stands and takes our dishes to the sink while I watch from the floor. "Even better." I smirk, taking a stand to join her in the kitchen. "What flavor?" I ask and she smiles seemingly amused. "Vanilla." She bites her lip and holds out a carton of Ben & Jerry's vanilla. "Delicious. Come with me, I have an idea." I lead her back into the bedroom and we go for round two, this time using a tub of vanilla ice cream as a prop to our sexual game. We have our fill of each other and of the ice cream, then we shower off the sticky residue and get some much needed sleep together in her bed.