Christian's Yearning

CH23

 […]

Who sees his true-love in her naked bed,

Teaching the sheets a whiter hue than white,

But, when his glutton eye so full hath fed,

His other agents aim at like delight?

Who is so faint, that dare not be so bold

[…]

Shakespeare, William. Venus and Adonis.

 ~ Venus and Adonis ~

 “Oh you are so beautiful, Ana”

“You look great, Christian. What time is it there?”

 “8:00 am; I am done with breakfast and meetings start at 9:30 so I have about an hour”

“I am about ready to read and go to sleep; I miss you.” Ana has her laptop on her lap while leaning against her bed-headrest and pillows. She is wearing her white silk pajamas and looks beautiful.

 “What exactly do you miss about me?” Christian is alone, seating at his desk in his hotel room; he is ready for the day, white pressed shirt, navy suite and navy tie. Taylor and Ros are downstairs getting ready for the meetings. He should be leaving soon otherwise he will be late.

 “Oh you. I miss everything about you. You next to me, all of you.” She bits her lower lip and he fells his balls tensing even though he sees her from her waist up. “You are so beautiful; can I see more of you?”

 “What?”

“Unbutton your top for me, slowly.” His Dom voice making an unexpected appearance; it is clearly a demand.

 “I – what?”

 “Take off your top, baby, I can see your nipples through the silk, but I want to see a lot more than that”

“hummm, I have never done this before.”

“Neither have I. Another first Miss Steele.”

 They both smile but she doesn’t move. She is suddenly shy, looking down to her hands and biting her lip.

 “Do it! Anastasia!” She looks up and after a minute she finally does as ordered “… stand up, I want to see all of you!” She closes her eyes and her lip is now plump, swollen, and red.

 She is topless and is left wearing her white silk shorts. It is not enough for Christian who demands for her to “… take those off” and soon declares that “…there is nothing better than you like this Ana! …and I want to bite that lip of yours …”

 In an effort to cover herself, she puts her arms around her breasts. She has goosebumps which have nothing to do with the room’s temperature.

 “Rub your tits, baby…” Christian’s voice is low and husky. “Yes that is good… pull on your nipples. No a bit harder.”

 "I don’t know Christian. You need to show me something too. I won’t do this alone.” She hates her whiny, needy voice.

“What?”

“Take of your clothes, mister.” She wags her finger at him. “You look like Adonis but you are overdressed for this party.”

Smiling, he gets up and undresses himself to his boxers. “You are bossy!” He does not stop, however. He continues to pull, through his boxer’s opening, his semi-erect cock and holds it to her in offering. “How is this?”

“Much, much better,” she says through choppy breaths – even in that state he looks big -“Can you stroke it; I want to see you all the way.”

"Only if you show me how you play with yourself … move the camera so I can see you!"             

 She does.

 “Oh, you are so beautiful.” His breath is raged. He strokes, she strokes. She sees herself in the screen and it is oddly erotic, but she would rather focus on Christian. His eyes are glued to the screen, expectantly.  “Just like that, yes. Anastasia you are incredible. You are a goddess, Venus that is who you are!”

 She sees the wetness on his tip dripping slowly on him. “Move closer, Christian let me see you.” She would like to reach over and taste him. He stands and exposes himself to her. “You are, oh Christian, you are … incredible.” He continues to tease himself unable to stifle a moan.

 Her fingers rub and dip and pull; he can see her glistening. He yearns to push into her and grabs himself tighter. He slides his hand up and down, pulling and tugging. She wants to feel his hands on her, his breath on her skin, him inside. He grunts, she giggles.

 “I love that sound.”

“I cannot believe I am doing this!” She confesses.

He laughs and swings his member in front of the camera. He pulls even harder; he is starting to feel overly tight and feels the very familiar pull in the small of his back and his balls. “Cum for me Ana! NOW … you are delicious, oh Ana, now!”

She is at a furious phase, as fast as her hand can move, as fast as she handle. Her head is tilted back, her eyes shut, and her breaths choppy.

 “AHHHHH” She opens her eyes just in time to see white streams spur across the screen. He is looking engorged and purple; his breathing is ragged as if he just ran a marathon.

 She is trying to calm herself. “That was… oh, wow, Christian!”

“Ye-yeahhhh”

Later, when he joins his executives, there is no mention that he is twenty minutes late.