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After an extremely sexually tense car ride over to my place, he immediately pulls me from his car and drags me towards the entrance. I can't help but giggle. Its adorable how eager he is to get me into bed, and I must admit, I'm just as eager and impatient at this point. I've been begging him to take me since day 1 and after rejection after rejection of him trying to do this "right" he's finally going to be in my bed – to be taken and completely possessed by him. My skin gets goosebumps at the thought of it.

He offered to take me to his place but I insisted that we go to mine because its closer. I can't wait that long and by the look in his eyes I know that he couldn't either. We walk up the two flights of stairs until we reach the floor to my apartment and walk towards my door. Once there, he immediately pins me up against the wall, his hands holding both sides of my face as his face is inches from mine. My breathing is heavy and my body feels heavy as well. It feels like a desire so heavy and deep that its hard to hold myself upright.

"I need to tell you something," he whispers and I nod my head, urging him on. "I have never kissed a girl without a non-disclosure agreement. Never made love to a woman without a contract. Shit, I've never made love period," he says with a sad, sarcastic chuckle. "All I know how to do is fuck," my insides do summersaults at the thought, "And trust me, Anastasia, I will fuck you. But first, I need to make you mine, and it needs to be right." The only thing I can do at this point is nod. My mouth hangs open and I know that my eyes are big and glossed over from wonder and lust.

He breaks away from me and motions for me to open the front door. I try to unlock it but my hands are so shaky with nerves and anticipation. He smiles gently and grabs the keys from me and unlocks the door. I'm embarrassed that he can tell how nervous I am.

He urges me inside and shuts the door behind him. Its completely dark and I silently thank God that Kate will be out late into the night with her boy toy. Before I can even comprehend it, I'm lifted off of the ground and squeal in surprise. He has picked me up has wrapped my legs around his waist. My hand immediately goes to his hair and I lower my face to nuzzle into the side of his neck and begin to lick. I feel his hands grip onto my thighs tightly and he groans.

"Where's your damn room, Anastasia," he whispers.

"It's the door on the right," I say, never letting my tongue leave his skin.

He immediately heads for my room and closes the door behind him. The room is dark but my window is open, which is allowing the street light right outside of my window to illuminate my room in a bright yet subtle orange glow. The brightness of the moon is also contributing to help our eyes adjust and we can see each other perfectly clear. He throws me onto my bed and stands above me. The color of the street light is making him look even more beautiful, if that's even possible. His eyes are dark and I feel like he's going to eat me alive, but I can't wait. He leans over me and places one hand on the bed beside my head, and I feel the bed sink under his weight. His other hand runs down my face and strokes it lovingly. The darkness in his eyes is gone and its replaced by a gentleness. He cocks his head to the side as his eyes stay locked on mine and his hand continues to stroke. It feels as if he's looking straight into my soul. Its too overwhelming and I want to look away, but I can't. I feels like he has me under a spell.

Slowly, his hand runs down my face, past my jawline, and rests on my neck. He doesn't squeeze, he simply lets it rest there, but I know that he is making a statement by the simple and gentle gesture.

"Do you understand that you're mine?" His voice is gentle yet strong. I simply nod my head. My voice is officially gone. "Tell me you understand," he urges.

I swallow in an effort to get my heart from out of my throat and down into my chest where it belongs.

"I'm yours," I whisper, watching as the slightest smile tugs at his lips. His eyes become even more gentle than before and he leans down and gives me a quick kiss on my lips. Its too quick and I lean up to deepen the kiss but he still pulls away.

"Relax," he whispers, "I'm going to take my time with you."

I lean back onto the bed and make the decision that I am not going to rush this or try to call the shots. I know that he is a dominant and that he is making a huge change to who he is by not taking me straight to his playroom. I decide to let him have complete control of this, and the thought is thrilling and erotic.

He pushes himself back off of the bed and gently takes off each of my shoes and tosses them onto my old hardwood floor with a loud bang. He runs his hands gently from my ankles to my calves and up to my thighs. I take a deep inhale as his hands slide under the skirt of my dress and reaches for my panties, taking them off in one swift motion.

I stare in amazement as he holds them tightly in his hands and bring them up to his nose, inhaling deeply. My cheeks flush red with heat and I could swear his eyes almost rolled to the back of his head. He tucks them deeply into his pocket and locks eyes with me again. He gently parts my legs a little bit wider so that he can stand in between with ease. His fingertips graze over my abdomen and his eyes are completely transfixed on my body. I want to beg him to take his clothes off but I don't. I want him to have his control.

His hands finally reach my chest and he firmly grasps my breasts in each hand. I moan and my body arches up to meet his touch. He kneads them effortlessly and it sends a lightning bolt straight in between my legs. I lock my eyes with his and silently beg him for more. I think that he can see the desperation in my eyes because he instantly pulls the top of my dress down, exposing me.

"Fuck, I can't wait, I need to taste you," he says urgently as he leans down and wraps his lips around my right nipple. I cry out and grasp at his hair. My hips begin to grind against him and I find his erection. I line myself up perfectly with him so that my clit rubs up and down his length. He is wearing jeans, but I'm so wet that it soaks the spot that I am grinding on so the material that I'm grinding on his soft and slick. I don't think I'm going to last long.

He grabs onto my hip as he switches to my other nipple. This time, he bites down and I hiss my appreciation. Who would have thought that something so painful could feel so damn good? He helps me grind onto him with the hand that grasps my hip and switches from breast to breast, licking and sucking and biting. The sound and the feeling combined together is building me up almost as much as the friction of our grinding.

My breathing is shallow and quick, and I swear I can hear my heart pounding. I'm basically whimpering at this point, I must sound so pathetic, but I'm desperate because it feels so good and he's driving me crazy.

"Come on, baby," he says, breaking himself from my chest and looking deep into my eyes. My hips are bucking against him and his breathing is just as quick and heavy as mine. His groans are deep and sound urgent. We grind ourselves together feverishly and I feel my orgasm getting closer and closer. My eyes roll in the back of my head and I whisper out his name.

"That's it," he says as he moves my hips faster and faster. "Let it go. Come with me," he demands, and I officially come apart. My body spasms and my eyes shut tightly as I scream his name over and over again, and I hear a loud grunt come from him. I come down from my high and look up at him. His movements have completely stilled and he looks down between us and I follow his gaze. His jeans are soaked.

"Fuck, I've never come so fast before," he whispers. My eyes widen when I realize that the wetness on his jeans is from both of us. My clit swells with desire all over again.

He leans down and captures my mouth with his and we share a wet and passionate kiss. My hips urge up again. I can't get enough. I want more.

He stands up again and takes the bottom of my dress in his hands. "Up," he commands and I do as he says. He slides the dress right over my body, and I'm completely naked before him. He stands still, eyeing my body up and down. His hands gently graze over my body over and over again. My nipples harden again and I can feel my wetness returning. I should feel nervous and shy because no man has ever seen my naked body before, but with him, I feel comfortable, safe, sexy, and alive. The way that he is looking at me makes me feel like the only woman on earth.

"Stand up," he says as he takes a step back and holds his hand out for me. I take it and slowly stand up off of the bed, my legs wobbly from my orgasm. I stand in front of him, our chests together and I wish I could feel his skin against mine. As if he can hear my thoughts, he takes his shirt over his head with one motion and tosses it onto the floor. I examine him and he's breathtaking. His chest is broad and his abs are chiseled. His skin glistens in the orange hue of the room. I reach out to touch him, but he grabs my wrists. I look up at him in confusion.

"I can't touch you?" I ask in a sad whisper.

"Not there."

"Oh."

He lets go of my wrists and they fall to my side. I'm confused and disappointed, but I decide that I will question this at a later time when I'm not so desperate to have him inside of me.

"Turn around."

I do as he says immediately.

"Now, get onto the bed on all fours. I want your knees right at the edge of the bed."

My heart quickens and I am suddenly hit with a wave of shyness at the thought of being so exposed before him. But the thought is erotic at the same time, and I get on the bed as he has requested.

"Open your legs wider." I do so, and he groans. "Fuck, Ana."

I jump slightly as I feel his fingers on my sex. They run over it lightly, up and down continuously. I can't help but whimper and moan and grind myself against his fingers.

"Stay still, baby."

I whimper in response but do as he says.

"God, your pussy is so beautiful," he whispers and I smile. He's making me feel so amazing, both physically and emotionally. "Do you like this?" He asks as his thumb finds my clit and his other fingers gently stroke my wet opening.

"Yes," I whimper, "It feels so good."

He pulls his touch away from me suddenly.

"Please," I beg.

I then feel his hand firmly on my left ass cheek and he lightly rubs it across the skin.

"As I said before," he says, "I'm not happy about earlier. I'm not happy that you went to a bar and didn't tell me. I'm absolutely livid that you were sitting next to a guy that clearly wanted to fuck you."

"I would never let anybody have me but you," I say as I look back at him and meet his eyes.

"Good. But I'm still upset." I nod my head in understanding. "I'm going to spank you three times." I gasp, but I also bite my lip to hold in a smile. This is so thrilling and erotic. And again, I want to allow him to use his dominant side with me, even if it's an extremely mild form of it.

"Yes, sir," I whisper. I've learned some stuff through my research, and by the sound of his moan I know that this statement pleases him.

"Good girl."

I make sure to stay absolutely still as I anticipate his next move. The silence in the room is deafening and I'm trying my best to control my breathing. Suddenly, I feel a hard smack against my ass. I jump and squeal at the surprising and slightly painful sensation, but also notice that I can feel my wetness begin to drip down my leg. Damn, I'm really enjoying this.

"Stay still," he commands.

"Yes sir."

Another smack, a little harder this time. I try my best to keep my body still but I can't let out the scream of pleasure that escapes my mouth.

"You're doing so well," he whispers hoarsely. "Do you want me to stop? Say the word and I will."

"No. Please. One more," my hips move back in an attempt to feel his hand come down on me again.

"Don't move."

"Sorry, sir."

Smack. This one was much harder than the other two, but it feels so damn good. I scream out his name and beg him to be inside of me.

"Not yet," I hear him say, and his voice sounds like its below me instead of above me. I scream out again when I feel what is unmistakably the warmth and wetness of his mouth. I lower my chest to the bed so that my ass is alone in the air. I feel my folds widen from this position and hear him groan his approval.

The feeling of his tongue against me is intoxicating and I feel light headed. His tongue runs up and down the length of me until it stops at my clit and he licks mercilessly.

"You can move if you need to," he says in a muffle voice as his face is buried in my pussy. I silently thank him and begin to move myself back against his mouth. His hands come up and grab each ass cheek, helping me to grind against his face. His tongue is so soft and wet and warm. I've never felt anything this good in my entire life.

"Christian, your tongue feels so good," I whisper. "Please make me come again."

"God you taste so fucking good," he says. "You taste and smell so sweet."

His words alone are almost enough to bring me over the edge. I continue to grind against him, and I hear him groaning over and over again. He wants me to come. I know he does. And I want to so badly. Suddenly, I feel another smack against my ass, and its just what I needed to bring me over the edge. My hips buck wildly as I scream his name through my orgasm. His movements slow down as my orgasm comes to a finish. I swear I'm seeing stars and don't think that I can take much more pleasure. That is, until he roughly flips me over and I meet his eyes. They are dark and hungry, and his mouth is glistening with my juices.

I watch anxiously as he unbuttons his jeans and slides them down his legs, and next come his boxer briefs. His dick springs right up and my eyes widen. I know that there's no way that I can hide my shock. I've never seen one in person before, but I know damn well that its way bigger than average.

"Are you sure you want this?" He asks as his hand pumps himself and his knee goes onto to bed in between my legs.

"Are you sure it will fit?" I ask nervously.

"Yes. It will be uncomfortable at first, but we'll get you through it together. Ok?"

"Ok," I say as I reach my arms out for him, motioning for him to come to me.

He puts his other knee in between mine and hovers over me, still holding himself in his hand. He looks down between us and places himself right against my opening before pulling back and looking around the room.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't have any condoms. Do you?"

"No."

"Shit."

"I'm on birth control." I say as I bite my lip. His hand reaches out and takes my lip from between my teeth.

"Good. I can't stand the thought of not feeling every inch of you." His words make my body weak.

"Please," I beg as my hips go upward and my slick opening rubs against the tip of him. He hisses and looks back down between us. I moan as he slides his dick up and down the length of me, stopping to rub it gently against my clit.

"Christian," I beg, "Please, I want you inside of me so bad."

Without another word, he gently yet swiftly begins to slide inside of me, and stops halfway. I wince and hiss in pain. The sensation is so foreign and I feel myself stretch to expand for him. He was right. Its very uncomfortable.

"Are you ok, baby?" He asks as he touches my face. I look up at him and see the distress in his face. I think that half of it is for concern for me, and the other half is because he is trying to control himself from pounding into me. I take a deep breath.

"I want you all the way inside me. Just please go slow," I ask.

"Of couse I will. If you want me to stop, just tell me, ok?" I nod my head. "Tell me you understand, Anastasia."

"I understand," I say as I move my hips upwards again. I want him so bad, even if it feels extremely uncomfortable right now.

He takes his hand from my face and places both hands on each of my hips. He gives himself another push, and then another and another until he is all the way inside, until our groins are firmly pressed together.

"Holy fuck you're so tight," he whispers. "I've never felt anything so god damn good."

I want to reach up and touch him so bad, but I resist the urge and instead try to grind my hips against him.

"More," I beg. He gives me an appreciative smile and slides out of me before sliding gently back in again. "God damnit I don't think I'm going to last," he says. "What are you doing to me?"

He moves slowly, in and out, in and out, until the pain subsides and is replaced by pleasure. I whimper and he looks at me, as his eyes were completely transfixed with watching our sexes move together.

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

He smiles and speeds up. He hovers his body over me and places each of his arms near the sides of my head. The feeling of him so close, so deep inside of me, is more amazing than I thought that it would be. His movements speed up and become harder and more urgent. I watch in amazement as his brows furrow and a slight sheen of sweat is forming across his hair line. I reach my hands up and run my fingers through his hair.

He leans back up again and grabs below my hips and gently pushes me very slightly off of the bed, and I quickly realize why. This angle is allowing him to hit a spot deep within me that I've heard so much about, and I swear I begin to scream like I never have before. My neighbors my call the police at this point.

"Come on, Ana," he grunts. "I need you to come one more time. I've been dreaming of how many times I can make you come. Give me one more."

I close my eyes and throw my head back against the bed. It feels too good. Its too much. I literally feel like I'm going to explode.

"NO. Open your eyes," he commands. "Eyes on me. Look at me when you come."

My eyes fly open and lock onto his. I want to do what he says. I want to completely be owned by him. I want to please him and make him collapse from pleasure.

He speeds up his movements and I watch his intently. It is the most beautiful sight to see him on the brink of an orgasm. The sight of it is building me up closer and closer.

"C-christian" I stutter, "I'm going to…I'm…" I'm struggling so hard to keep my eyes open, but I want to see the look on his face when he comes as badly as he does with me. Our eyes never leave each others, and our heavy breathing is synched together. The sound of our sexes pounding together is so fucking good. The smell in the air is intoxicating. I'm so wet at this point I am almost positive that it is dripping onto the sheets.

"Come, Ana. I need you to come, now!" He is begging me to come because he can't hold back any longer, and the look on his face is what breaks me and my whole body tightens and spasms and I scream out his name. I clench around his dick as I come, and he collapses against me as he screams my name. Our bodies are slick with sweat and its an erotic feeling to feel our wet bodies rub together in the afterglow of our simultaneous orgasms.

His head is buried in the crook of my neck and I feel him layering light and gentle kisses along my shoulder. We are silent as our breathing becomes more steady and even.

"Are you ok?" He asks as he raises his head and looks deep into my eyes.

"Yes," I whisper with a smile. "Amazing."

"You're so fucking perfect," he says as he places a firm kiss onto my lips and slips his tongue into my mouth. I eagerly welcome it and we lick each other gently and lightly. Its such an intimate moment and I honestly never thought that sex could be this enjoyable. But with Christian, it is hands down the most amazing experience I've ever had.

The kiss alone is enough to awaken that need deep inside of me again. And my hips grind. He pulls away from me and smiles.

"You want more?"

"Yes, sir," I say playfully, and I feel him begin to harder again inside of me. He chuckles and pulls out of me before turning me over onto my stomach. He slips inside of me again and I cry out his name.

I've never been so sure of anything in my life – I am falling in love with Christian Grey.

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