Christian's Yearning

CH20

~ side effects ~

Ana is resting down on the bed, turned towards the windows, away from Christian. She is thinking about what he just revealed. She really should be taking notes and going over all that. There is more to the story of that she is sure, ‘should she believe him? And does she really want to know all the details?’

Christian reaches over, caressing her back. He is still drunk, his words slur somewhat; he rubs against her. She can feel him in all his glory.

“I want you, Ms. Steele”

“Christian, why don’t you sleep it off a bit, you have a flight in the morning.”

“You know what is amazing? You can touch me, even if it is just a little.” He grabs her hand and shows her. “I don’t… I don’t want to run and hide when you touch me. It hurts and I only panic a little bit… I like that.” Christian reaches over, caresses her left breast and tugs at her nipple. He licks her neck and pulls down her silk panties as his breathing becoming erratic.

“Ahhhh, Christian you are drunk!” She pushes her back against him accepting his advances.

“And horny.” He laughs and guides himself into her. “youAreAlwaysWetForMe,” he says in one breath. He grabs her hips holding on to her, he slowly moves in and out, at a very leisure pace “shhhhh, be quite let me enjoy you.” He kisses her shoulder, “I need you.”

She is taking short fast breaths; all her nerve endings are on fire. “Chris-”

He gently puts his hand over her mouth. “I told you to be quiet,” she licks and bites his fingers as his other hand roams her body.

“Hummmm,” they moan in unison.

- I like drunk-horny Christian he is uninhibited, raw, and surprisingly gentle. There is no other way to describe it, he is making love to me.

“I love you, Ana.”

Surprised, she looks over her shoulder but he doesn’t see her. His eyes are closed. She shivers, he grunts, and after, they fall asleep still tangled in each other.

~0~

“How is your head, Mr. Grey?”

“Pounding; I know better than to drink like that. At least I have a plane ride and a bed to look forward to.”

“How much did you drink?”

“Lost count.”

“That bad; do you want to talk about it?”

He shakes his head and puts his hand on his temple “I got it sorted out.”

“You do not have to do everything on your own you know.”

“I know,” and he chastely kisses her cheek.

“I’ll get ready to go back to my apartment?”

“What, no Ana, you do not need to go, stay here.”

“If you are not here, I want to be in my apartment.”

“Will you be back?”

“Yes” he made a noise, somewhere between a grunt and a sigh.

- will she ever do as I say?!

He grabs her face with both his hands and kisses her with a passion that melts her insides.