fifty-shades-of-grey

He pulls out of me suddenly. I wince. He sits up on the bed and throws the used condomin a wastebasket.“Come on, we need to get dressed – that’s if you want to meet my mother.” He grins,leaps up off the bed, and pulls on his jeans, no underwear! I struggle to sit up as I’m stilltethered.“Christian - I can’t move.”His grin widens, and leaning down, he undoes the tie. The woven pattern has made anindented pattern around my wrists. It’s… sexy. He gazes at me. He’s amused, his eyesdancing with mirth. He kisses my forehead quickly and beams at me.“Another first,” he acknowledges, but I have no idea what he’s talking about.“I have no clean clothes in here.” I am filled with sudden panic, and considering whatI’ve just experienced, I’m finding the panic overwhelming. His mother! Holy crap. Ihave no clean clothes, and she’s practically walked in on us in flagrante delicto. “PerhapsI should stay here.”“Oh, no, you don’t,” Christian threatens. “You can wear something of mine.” He’sslipped on a white t-shirt and runs his hand through his just-fucked hair. In spite of myanxiety, I lose my train of thought. Will I ever get used to looking at this beautiful man?His beauty is derailing.