Fuck. I want her.
“Skin,” I mumble, panting. I haul her up and remove her T-shirt in one fast move, throwing it on the floor.
“You,” she whispers, and she yanks down my pajamas and grabs my cock, squeezing me hard as she tightens her hand around me.
“Fuck!”
I grab her thighs, lifting them so she falls back on the bed, but she doesn’t let go of me. Her fingers move over me, hot and fevered, her thumb teasing me, while my hands caress her body: her hips, her stomach, her breasts.
She slips her thumb in her mouth.
“Taste good?” I ask, as she stares at me, her eyes burning with desire.
“Yes. Here.” She shoves her thumb into my mouth as I hover over her. Tasting and biting the pad, I suck her thumb and marvel at her audacity. She groans, her fingers tugging on my hair, bringing my mouth to hers. She folds around me, pushing my pajamas off with her feet. My teeth skim her jaw, nipping gently.
“You’re so beautiful.” My lips continue their journey down her throat. “Such beautiful skin.” Across her chest and onward to her breasts.
Ana writhes beneath me. “Christian,” she begs, tightening her hands in my hair.
“Hush.” My tongue circles her nipple, honoring it, before my lips close around it and I tug.
“Ah!” she moans, tilting her hips so that we’re slick against each other. I grin against her skin. I’m going to make her wait. Gliding my lips to her other breast, I greet its erect and eager nipple with my mouth.
“Impatient, Mrs. Grey?” I suck hard on her, and Ana yanks hard on my hair, eliciting a long groan from me. I narrow my eyes in warning. “I’ll restrain you.”
“Take me,” she beseeches.
“All in good time.” My lips and tongue pay homage to her breast and nipple, while Ana continues to squirm beneath me. She moans, loudly, her pelvis thrusting against my ready dick.
Suddenly she twists and bucks, trying to throw me off her again. “What the—” I grab her hands and pin her down into the mattress.
Ana is panting underneath me. “You wanted resistance,” she rasps.
I take some of my weight on my elbows and gaze down at her, trying to understand her sudden change of heart…again. Her heels dig into my ass.
She wants me.
Now.
“You don’t want to play nice?” My cock is straining.
“I just want you to make love to me, Christian,” she says through gritted teeth. “Please.” Her heels press into my ass again, with more force this time.
Fuck. What’s going on here?
Releasing her hands, I sit back on my haunches, pulling her into my lap. “Okay, Mrs. Grey, we’ll do this your way.” Lifting her, I lower her onto my waiting erection.
“Ah,” she groans, closing her eyes and tipping back her head.
God, she feels so good.
She curls her arms around my neck, her fingers clamped over my head, and she starts to move. Fast. Frantic. My lips find hers, and I surrender to her pace, and her supercharged rhythm, until we both shout out as we come, and collapse back on the bed.
Wow.
That was…different.
We both lie there, catching our breath. She runs her fingertips through my chest hair and I thrum my fingers down her back, enjoying the contact.
“You’re quiet,” Ana says eventually, and kisses my shoulder. I turn to look at her, trying to understand what just happened. “That was fun,” she says, but as her eyes search mine, she looks uncertain.
“You confound me, Ana.”
“Confound you?”
I turn so we’re face-to-face. “Yes. You. Calling the shots. It’s different.”
The small v forms between her brows as she frowns. “Good different or bad different?” She traces her finger over my lips, and I pucker them to kiss her fingertip as I contemplate her question.
“Good different.” Frantic, though. I would have liked that to last longer.
“You’ve never indulged this little fantasy before?”
“No, Anastasia. You can touch me.” And it was fucking hot. I’d like to do it again.
“Mrs. Robinson could touch you.”
My eyes find hers while I wonder why she would bring up Elena at this time. “That was different,” I whisper.
Ana’s eyes widen, seeing through me, as ever. “Good different or bad different?” she asks.
The searing pain of Elena’s touch flares in my imagination.
Her hands on me. Her nails scraping my skin while the darkness flailed and clawed at me from within, trying to throw her off.
It was unbearable.
I swallow, trying to dispel the memory. “Bad, I think.” The words are less than a whisper.
“I thought you liked it.”
“I did. At the time.”
“Not now?”
Ana’s eyes are a guileless blue, impossible to escape. Slowly, I shake my head.
“Oh, Christian.” She launches herself at me, an unstoppable force of good, kissing my face, my chest, each of my scars. I groan and answer her kiss with my own passion and my love. And we’re soon lost, making love at my pace. Slowly, tenderly, so I can show her how much I love her.
Ana is brushing her teeth as I finish dressing. “I’ll go and check on our guests.”
Her eyes meet mine in the bathroom mirror. “I have a question.”
I lean against the doorjamb. “Pray, what do you wish to know, Mrs. Grey?”
She turns to face me, dressed only in a towel. “Does Mrs. Bentley know about your…um…your—”
“Predilections?” I offer.
Ana flushes and I laugh, because Ana can still blush at anything to do with sex, and because Mr. and Mrs. Bentley have no idea.
“No. No playroom here. We’ll have to bring some toys.” I wink at her and turn to go, leaving her mouth open.
Kate and Mrs. Bentley are chatting in the kitchen. They’re the only ones up, it seems, on such a beautiful morning. I greet them both.
“Good morning, Mr. Grey,” Carmella says.
Kate smiles, and frankly it’s unnerving. I’m more used to her snarling at me.
“We could go for a hike and a picnic before heading home,” I suggest to Kate.
“Sounds great.”
“Waffles okay today?” Mrs. Bentley asks.