Chapter IV
Love me Tender, Love me Hard
Kiss me hot, heavy, wet and angry with that attitude like you
do when your mouth yells it hates me but your tongue screams it can’t wait for
more. Hug me, touch me, submit to me with that insatiable passion like you do
when you thought you could leave but the sight of my throbbing rock hard love
muscle made you too weak in the knees. Your mind is melting fast, your soul is
whispering trust, your eyes are begging please and your anger has turned to
lust. Let me undress your body, caress your skin and wetly massage your mind
back into making love to me again.
My
parents don’t say anything. They are equally livid. Both Kate and Elliot follow
me to my office. As soon as I close the door behind, I turn around.
“Butt
the fuck out of our business, our lives, Katherine! I will not warn you again. You will
never upset my wife this way. You are supposed to be a member of this family!
How can we trust you to be a part of us? We can leave the paparazzi outside
when they chase us. We can ignore the reporters. If they get nosy, my lawyers
deal with them. You are a Trojan horse!”
“Christian,
that’s harsh. She just has a natural tendency to ask questions.” Elliot
interjects.
“No
one is questioning her natural tendency. She’s writing a story about an
insignificant man and tying it to the worst thing we ever lived in our lives
only three weeks ago. Let me find out once and for all: Are we to limit our
interaction with our family so we’re not treated as potential news? Has the
expression ‘in confidence’ lost its meaning to you, Kate? Shall I worry that if
my wife was to ever confide in you, we might see it in the paper the next day?”
I know it’s accusatory and she would never do that, but sometimes there’s only
one way to get through to someone. “Know this:” I continue. “I will not allow
you or anyone else sell news at the expense of my wife or my baby. Now, are we
a family or should I refer to you to my lawyers?” My question is directed to
Kate. She flinches as if I slapped her.
“We
are a family, Christian. I know that sometimes I ask probing questions like a
reporter would, but that’s only habit. My editor was very reluctant to give me
the assignment because I’m a Grey. But it’s better that I take it than someone
else who can actually hurt my friend. I’m not the enemy Christian. I really
love my friend and I’d do anything to prevent her from getting hurt,” she says
genuinely.
“Be
that as it may, Kate, you have upset Ana, and this isn’t the first time you tried
to undermine me and stick your nose into our lives.”
“It
was only to protect Ana!” she retorts.
“By
that statement, you’re stating that I’m either unwilling, or incapable, or
inept to protect her. Am I?" I ask.
"Of course not!" she responds.
"Then, butt the fuck out!”
“Look, Ana
is too innocent. I’ve always looked out for her. It’s a hard habit to break.
I’m so sorry Christian. I wasn’t trying to overstep into your boundaries and hurt my friend in any way.”
“Kate!”
Elliot warns. His furious looks tell it all: zip it!
“Ana
is a much stronger woman than we give her credit for. But I will always protect
her because she’s has been the single most important person for all my
existence. Now, there are two of them. I will do anything and everything for my wife and my baby. That’s my job: I’m the husband and the father here. Not you, not Elliot, not
my parents or not Ana’s parents or Mia. Me; Christian Grey. I don’t trust you
and I’m watching you. I won’t go so far to say to leave Ana alone; that’s her
decision. But if I find out that she gets hurt because of your actions, I will
make sure that you get nowhere near her!”
“Christian,
please! I don’t expect you to forgive me now, but I will make it up to you and
Ana. I promise! Please! Just give me a chance to prove it!”
“You’re
my brother’s wife and my new sister. But Ana’s my life. You have one
chance and one chance only to rectify this,” I say with steely resolve. Elliot
is stunned.
“Thank
you,” Kate says relieved. I leave them behind as I leave my office.
When
I reach the Great Room, I can’t find anyone. Gail is busily working in the
kitchen. Did the family get upset and leave?
“Where
is everyone Gail?” I ask.
“With
Teddy, sir,” she responds with a smile.
I
walk towards my son’s room. When I reach the hallway, the cooing and baby talk noises
get louder. My mom is sitting in the rocking chair surrounded by Mia and
dad while Ana is sitting in the other rocking chair watching them in awe.
They’re feeding Teddy a bottle of Ana’s milk she has expressed earlier. Teddy
is clutching onto my mom’s index finger tightly while trying to support the
bottle with his other hand.
“Oh,
you little hungry boy! Can I have a turn feeding him please mom?” Mia begs.
“Maybe
you should take on the diaper change duty,” I respond walking into the room.
“Somehow
I don’t mind doing it as long as I get to hold him," she responds. "You want to come to Auntie
Mia’s arms, don’t you Teddy?” she coos in baby talk reaching out to his tiny
cheek.
“Wait
for your turn, Mia. He seems to be a healthy eater…” The voice behind me interrupts
dad.
“May
we come in?” It’s Kate.
“Yes,
of course,” Ana says unable to hide the cold edge in her voice.
“Teddy
likes to come out of his room. We can take him to the living room,” Ana adds
softening. It’s not in her nature to hold grudges.
“My
turn, my turn, my turn, my turn! Pleeeease!” Mia squeals in delight. My mom and
dad roll their eyes as my mom deposits Teddy carefully into her arms. I push
the bassinet out of the room while holding Ana’s hand. She nudges me with her shoulder.
When
we reach the Great Room, Mia sits down on the sofa with a big grin on her face.
“Christian,
your son is a boob guy!” she says pointing at Teddy clutching onto her cleavage
trying to get a hold of my sister’s breast. A big laughter goes all around the
room.
“Well,
that’s one thing he managed to master in his short life,” I qualify.
“May
I hold him?” Kate asks.
“Of
course, you’re his aunt,” Ana replies...
“I’m
not done with my turn yet!” Mia protests.
“Please,”
Kate begs. Mia passes Teddy reluctantly.
“Fine,
but I take your husband’s turn!” Mia adds.
“Mia,
I want to be able to meet my nephew and say hi to him,” Elliot says.
Gail’s
announcement of snacks, drinks and the basketball game on the big screen
restores Elliot’s mood greatly.
Teddy
gets passed around like precious jewel. Much admired and loved. He only cries
twice. By the time nine p.m. arrives, no one really wants to leave Teddy who is
ensconced in someone’s arms like a kitten. During the evening, I watch Kate
whisper to Ana who nods in agreement to whatever Kate had said to her. When they stand up, I look at Ana questioning. She
smiles reassuringly, touching my hand. I look at Kate with a look reminding of
our earlier talk, she nods and smiles. When they finally walk to her library,
everyone around seem a little ill at ease even though they seem to be occupied
with Teddy, the game on TV or the food on their plates. My gaze follows them
until they disappear around the corner to the hallway and stay in my seat for
ten minutes until Teddy starts crying. I take him from Mia despite her protests
and comfort him. I am ready to burst through the library door with the baby in
my arms to see what is being said, but I remain in the Great Room trying to
entertain my son. Another twenty minutes later when they both walk back into
the room, there are telltale signs that both women cried making me immediately
nervous but they look happy with one another and a lot more relaxed.
“We’re
good,” Kate murmurs to Elliot. Ana sits next to me and Teddy starts crying for
her as if sensing she was upset. Ana holds him in her arms patting his back and
he immediately calms down.
By
the time everyone is ready to go home, Teddy goes around the family members’
arms once again.
Elliot
rushes to his SUV and comes back with two big gift wrapped boxes.
“I
can’t believe we forgot these!” he says. “These are for Teddy. Toys,” he grins.
We
put Teddy to sleep after the company leaves with his usual “Goodnight Moon”
book. Somehow that book relaxes him more than any other.
Next, I take Anastasia to our room. As we get ready for the night, I wait for Ana to
interrogate me about Lincoln. There’s a pregnant silence in the room.
“What
did you and Kate talk about?” I ask.
“She
apologized for appearing to nose into our business.”
“Appear?”
I raise my eyebrows in questioning Kate’s half=assed apology.
“That’s
Kate,” she shrugs.
“Is
that all you talked about? You were there for half an hour.”
“I
was half expecting you to burst through the door like you did at John’s
office,” she smiles. She’s in her two piece nightgown with easy breastfeeding access, yet utterly sexy. She knows its
effects on me, but I will wait until she fully heals. She still has stitches. I
can’t risk it. Ana has an appointment in four days and she made it amply clear
that she will push for a green light for sex.
“Anaaa!”
I chide. “What aren’t you telling me?”
“Maybe
I should ask you that. Is Lincoln involved in Teddy’s kidnapping in any way?
Will I hear it from paparazzi or a reporter like Kate? I don’t want to be the
last one to find out when something bad happens.”
“Ana,
I can’t talk to you about an ongoing case. We are cooperating with the
authorities regarding the financial records of Lincoln Timber to the full
extent of the law. But, there’s a gag order, it’s an ongoing case…” but she
interrupts me.
“My
question is very simple Christian. I’m not talking to you as a reporter who
would divulge the information to a newspaper. I’m talking to you as your wife
and the mother of our child. Did Lincoln have any hand in kidnapping our son?”
she asks.
“Yes.”
I answer simply. Ana first looks shocked, speechless, then starts shaking. I don’t know whether it’s with worry or
apprehension or a little bit of both.
“Did
you lie to me?” she accuses.
“No.
He’s being charged with the crimes Kate has stated.”
“Why then didn’t you tell me?”
“Do
you realize how upset you got when I first told you what happened? I will do
anything to protect you and my son.”
“But
you didn’t tell me!”
“Ana,
I made every effort that Lincoln went to prison with no possibility of parole. I only
agreed to that because I wanted to keep him away from my personal reach so I
didn’t kill him for his second attempt to harm my family. I had shown great
restraint at a personal cost.”
“You
would have killed him?” she asks.
“Yes!
He had our son kidnapped! I died a thousand deaths to get to him, race against
time, each minute, each second an agonizing torture not knowing if he was hurt,
hungry, dirty. I couldn’t fail my son. I made you a promise when you were pregnant. I was agony with worry for Teddy, and in the back of my mind worried that I disappointed you from the get-go as a bad father I feared I would be…” I
murmur.
“Oh,
Christian! You endured all that for me, for us! Alone! You’re still facing it
alone. Please Christian, let me in, let me be your support, the one you lean to
when you need it. I promised you that I would be your partner.
Let me be the wife you need. Don’t you understand that I love you more than my
own life?” She throws herself to me hugging and kissing.
The
relief that courses through me is immeasurable. The worry that she would be mad
and walk out of the room had always been in the back of my mind. But once
again, Ana, my Ana is being my rock.
“Slow,
baby, slow,” I murmur into her lips. “I don’t want you hurt.”
“I
don’t care. I want you Christian! After all you’ve done to save our child, to
protect both of us, when I’m absolutely, deeply, and irrevocably in love with
you, do you think I can resist you? I want my husband,” she demands.
“I
want nothing more than to have you, but we both know that you need to wait till
your doctor gives the green light. I won’t risk you.”
She
sighs deeply.
“Come
on baby, I’ll tuck you in, and then I need to go and do some work,” I say.
“No,
if I’m not having sex, at least hold me till I fall asleep.” How can I resist her
pleas? I lie next to my wife pulling her into my arms, knowing both my baby and
my wife are safe, I watch Ana fall asleep.
***** ❦ ♡ ❧ *****
I
would prefer to live with bleeding heart where desire sees darkness of
uncertainty because I need to know the existence of love. My addiction to
eternal longing for her… A thirst which cannot be relinquished…
We
have had Teddy’s one month visit to the pediatrician. It pleased Ana and I to
find out he gained 2 pounds and grew 1 ½ inches, but when the time came for his
shot, the nurse pinching his upper thigh just stuck and needle at his flesh totally
surprising me. His little face creased, little lips curved downward and he let
out a shriek to let us know his pain.
“Is
that supposed hurt like that?” My voice is harsh and forbidding.
“I’m
sorry, sir. It burns slightly and he will get cranky, he might run a slight
fever today. You can give him some baby Tylenol for fever and Mrs. Grey, he
will stop fussing if he nurses. Unfortunately, these are necessary shots, and
they do have side effects that make babies uncomfortable.”
“I’m
not entirely sure that it’s not due to the way you delivered the shots.” She
tries to reassure me with a pamphlet about the shots, how they would feel to
the baby and the side effects to watch for. Ana squeezes my leg to calm me down.
I realize I’m furious and the nurse is shaking before me, but seeing Teddy
crying helplessly, in my own arms as if he was accusing me of delivering him to
a person who hurt him awakens unpleasant memories. I rein in my control and
composure with herculean effort and nod stiffly. The scared nurse scuttled away
from the room.
“It’s
okay,” Ana reassures me. “They’re just shots. He’s got his daddy to protect
him,” she smiles.
Ana’s
visit to Dr. Green goes well, but she only gets cleared for sex after the sixth week
visit. Ana is about to burst with impatience and I am also craving her in the
most desperate way, but coming close to losing her second time around gave me
fear that I would only have her when she is fully healed. I already knew that
Dr. Greene would give her the green light at that prescribed time. The day we had her 6 week appointment, I had arranged Mrs. Taylor to watch
Teddy at the big house while I took Ana to Escala. I wanted my wife all to
myself; we’d be alone first time in several weeks. Melissa stays behind to guard Teddy at the Big House. When Taylor starts driving
towards downtown as opposed to our house, Ana turns to me and gives me a questioning look.
“I
want to take my wife out to eat first…” I say. I’m excited as the first time I took
Ana to my bed.
“Teddy?”
“You
know he likes Gail and Gail loves him. He’ll be fine.” Ana nods.
“Where
are we going to eat?”
“Ah,
but when did I ever reveal my plans? Anticipation of surprise is the key to
excitement.”
“Anticipation?”
the question came in an excited breath.
“Certain
promises were made, and I intend to keep them to the letter today with bonus.”
“With
bonus??” she asks her breath catching. She unbuckles her seat-belt and before I
could blink she climbs on to my lap her arms wrapped around my neck and her lips
sealing on mine.
“Ana!”
I murmur into her lips. This is the longest we have gone without sex and the
hunger for each other grew in leaps and bounds. My lips against her lips, the
prospect of merging my body with hers is like a shot of thousand units of
adrenaline. It is living, dying and rebirth all at the same time. There’s
something new yet familiar. My body pulls towards her, my cock twitches and
pushes against my pants, ready to rip through to fill her to the brim. I’m
dying to reacquaint myself with my wife’s body. We’ve had showered together often,
yet I had to restrain myself from touching her more than I could control myself
from going further. It had been a difficult task since her breasts were twice
the size they were before, her hips wider, beckoning me to have her and she
tried several times to pleasure me with her mouth, but I refused since I couldn’t
reciprocate until she was fully healed. It had been torture for us both. Today,
the burning inferno within our bodies would quench their thirst.
Her,
off one shoulder summer dress amplifies the affects her breasts has on me,
raising their prominence. The waist of it just shows her slimmed figure which
then pours in billows right above her knee. She is simply intoxicating. Her
scent clouds my mind. My arms go around her waist pulling her closer to me.
“You
have no idea how much I want you, but not here… Not in the car. I will tell you
where and when.”
“Please,
Christian, I’ve missed you so!” she pleads.
“I’m
unyielding on this. I promise it will be spectacular, but not here, not in
Taylor’s and Sawyer's company,” I raise my eyebrows.
“Can
we skip dinner then?” she whispers in my ear.
“You
still eat for two, remember?” I remind her. She gets off my lap, her arms
crossed, closing herself to me, sulking.
“Talk
dirty to me…” she murmurs pouting, sarcastically. I hide a smile and hold her
hand. She turns her head to the window avoiding me.
She
stretches her slender legs and puts one over the other positioning herself as
far away from me as possible. I don’t like the distance. She reaches out and
picks a long loose lock of hair from resting on her chest and plays with it
almost absently, wrapping the strands around her fingers, then letting them
fall onto her chest again, then finally tucking the strands leisurely behind her
ear. The tenuous run of her hand in her hair pushes her breast forward
invitingly. She then casually slides her fingers along her long neck down to
her exposed shoulder. She parts her lips slowly and exhales a shallow breath,
then licking her bottom lip; she takes it between her teeth and chews it almost
thoughtfully.
I
barely notice Taylor slowing to turn into the parking structure to the Space
Needle Restaurant. I had a table reserved for this evening for the two of us.
As soon as Taylor parks, he opens my door and Sawyer opens Ana’s door. I round
the corner of the SUV and hold Ana’s elbow. A jolt of electricity courses
through me. I am purely focused on my wife. She acts aloof but I know every
move of her body that she too is feeling exactly what I’m feeling. Her breath
catches and her face flushes. Her lips part as she wordlessly gives me a glimpse.
My hand on her bare back, I guide her to
the elevators. She gives a forbidding look to Taylor and Sawyer who are taken
aback by her glacial gaze. They take it as Mrs. Grey being furious with her
wordless demeanor. I nod at them slightly to take the next elevator up. Taylor’s
lips thin into a small line, but he holds his hand to make sure Sawyer stays
back with him. Sawyer’s face goes between mine, Ana’s and Taylor’s and he takes
a step back. The elevator is empty.
“Ana,
what is wrong?” I ask.
She
says nothing and hands her clutch to me stepping away from me a few steps to
the corner of the elevator. She then glides her fingers on her legs and beneath
the skirt of her dress.
“Ana!
There is a camera in this elevator. I don’t want them watching my wife!” I
reprimand her. She acts as if I encouraged her, goading me. She bites her lower
lip and slowly shimmies her black silk panties down her mile long legs which
pool below over her heels. She slowly walks out of them, leans down giving me a
perfect view of her ample bosoms, picks up the panties, bunching them, then
grabs the clutch out of my hand and expecting her to stuff it into the clutch,
she comes closer to me, lifting my dropped jaw to close my mouth landing a soft
kiss while slightly touching her tongue on my lips then slowly deposits her
panties in my pocket. She then opens her clutch and refreshes her lipstick.
When the elevator dings open I am completely haunted, enamored, and hot for my
wife.
Haunted
– Beyonce
“I
set the rules, baby. I say when, I say how, I say how long,” I murmur into her
ear while holding her waist. A casual observer would have only seen a loving
couple murmuring sweet nothings to one another, not the hidden struggle for full
control. I need to have charge of this first encounter and just like Ana had
left me after we discussed the contract, leaving me craving her most acutely,
she has inadvertently taken control of my heart, leaving me bereft of her, her
body and madly in love with her. I am unwilling to surrender that control this
first time since she had our son. I desire her so intensely that I must be in
control of every aspect of the first encounter. I am hungrier for her than I
have ever been.
Crazy
in Love – Beyonce
The
Maître-d ushers us to our private table. He pulls the chair out for Ana across
from me.
“Mrs.
Grey will sit here,” I say pulling the chair that is adjacent to mine. Ana sits
in the chair I pull. The table is already had a chilled bottle of Bollinger with
champagne flutes.
“Complimentary,
on the house. It’s wonderful to see you again Mr. and Mrs. Grey. And may I say
congratulations on your new baby?” he bows.
Ana
looks at me about the champagne. Clearly she wants to have some, but she doesn’t
know if she would be nursing tonight. She can have two glasses of champagne,
since she won’t get to nurse tonight. For the rest, I know just what to order
for her.
“Thank
you, Darren. Would you also get Mrs. Grey an Arizona sunset?”
“Certainly
Mr. Grey,” he says opening the bottle with much flourish and pours a little
into my flute. I take a taste and approve it then he fills the glasses for us.
“Do
you have the menu?” Ana asks him.
“The
gentleman already ordered, ma’am,” Darren responds slightly bowing, then he
leaves the table for the waiters to bring our food in the order I had requested
earlier.
“Are
you being high handed, Mr. Grey?” asks Ana with a smirk.
“When
am not high handed, Mrs. Grey?” I smile taking a sip of the champagne, I
steeple my finger in front of my mouth drawing her attention just where I want
it.
“We
are staying in the city tonight. Dr. Greene said you could have two glasses of
champagne. We’ll just express the milk tonight but not use it. She said it
would be fine tomorrow.”
“You’ve
already checked with her?”
“Baby,
I’ve been waiting for this day for weeks. Yes, I thought of everything,” I
respond with a lascivious smile. She bites her lower lip and looks at me
through her long lashes. Her hand brushes mine ever so slightly sending shivers
down to my spine. My cock is on high alert, twitches. Ana then appears to
slightly shift in her seat. I can see that it is to give me a better view of
her ample cleavage. Two can play at this game Mrs. Grey. She has raised the
stakes, I’ll raise them higher. Since knowing she is well and can fully
participate what I can dish out in the bedroom and the Red Room, I intend to
push her limits here. I can sense that she is nervous, turned on, anticipatory,
and ready to burst. Her eyes glint with excitement of what I might be planning
to do and how she can get to the end goal faster. We could sit across from each
other, but I made sure that we are sitting adjacent to one another on purpose. She extends
one high heeled foot and her bare leg touches mine slightly sending tingling
shivers through my body. She wants me to touch her but I don’t. She takes the
flute of champagne takes a sip and savors it as if it’s something she has
missed having then another and finally downs the contents of it. For courage?
Boldness? To tempt me?
Her
gaze is on me, heated, watching my lips, longing, beckoning. She bites her lip
again turning me on. I reach out pull her chin to free her lip. Then I lean in
to her ear.
“I
know what you are doing, Mrs. Grey. It will only intensify what I intend to do
with you,” I say as my breath caresses her cheek. I can feel her heartbeat
speeding up from the rapid rise and fall of her chest.
The magic of the moment
is broken with the waiter bringing the appetizer: the bed of oysters. The
surprised heated look Ana gives me makes the waiter look from Ana to me then
blushes. Ana, barely realizing or caring for his presence, takes an oyster from
its bed, runs her finger from oyster shell to oyster shell as if choosing a
certain toy in the Red Room, and decides on one running her index finger around
the rim of the shell as if running her finger on an orifice then without
breaking her gaze from me, takes the oyster shell, squirts lemon juice spraying
everywhere, brings the edge of the shell to her lips then tips the content into
her mouth. Her throat works on a swallow. Once she puts the now emptied shell
down, her tongue runs over her lips while her hooded gaze focus on my lips.
“You
may leave,” I say sternly to the waiter with a voice I don't recognize being my own.
“I
will bring your main course momentarily,” he says swallowing, looking away and he
quickly departs the table. I hear him murmur, “holy shit!”
“What
are you doing Ana?” I ask her with my blood boiling, turned on and intensely jealous.
“Eating,”
she responds.
She
wants to win the game of seduction. I am seduced since the first moment I laid
eyes on her. But I don’t like other men ogling my wife. I feel her other leg
brush mine as she slightly spreads them apart. She is challenging me. I know
that no one can see her unclad sex even if her legs are apart, but her
invitation, dare to touch her also raise the intense jealousy I feel. I raise
my foot and trap both her legs between mine and force her to close.
“Afraid,
Mr. Grey?” she whispers with a winning smirk.
“Oh,
Mrs. Grey, are you trying to rack up some punishment for later?”
“Yes,
please,” she says her breathing increasing.
“Be
careful what you wish for, Mrs. Grey.”
“I
wish for you, Mr. Grey. All. Of. You. For many weeks now.” Her gaze is heated,
determined, focused.
Food
is delivered to our table and the delicious aroma rising from them assaults our
senses, breaks Ana’s concentration turning her eyes to her fish, asparagus, and
appetizing salad arranged on the plate like a work of art. Since she’s nursing,
her appetite increased in direct proportion to our growing baby’s appetite for
her milk. She takes her fork as I take a sip from my champagne, and spears it
into her fish and pulls a piece. Lifts it up to her lips. As the aroma of the
spices wafts her nose, she closes her eyes and takes the bite of fish into her
mouth. She savors the taste first as if it’s melting in her mouth, then chews
it slowly. Taking a sip of her Arizona Sunset cocktail, she opens her blue eyes
with a look of satisfaction. Watching her eat is one of the greatest pleasures
of my life. Since she got pregnant, she started eating with such joy, it’s
as if she’s making love.
I
take bites of my food slowly watching her as my grey eyes burn molten silver
with binding, compulsory need for her. She takes her asparagus rolls it in the
hollandaise sauce and wrapping her tongue around the asparagus she sucks the
sauce off slowly then bites the tip off.
I
wipe my lips with the napkin and put it on the table.
“Go
to the family bathroom and wait for me in two minutes. When I knock the door,
you open it.” She swallows hard, then smiles with triumphant eyes then heads to
the restroom. I slice my meat and take a bite. Then chase it down a sip of my
drink. Three more bites and then finish the contents of my champagne flute. A
passing businessman nods at me in acknowledgement. The waiter rushes to my side
to pour more champagne into my flute. Taking one more sip, I rise from my seat.
When I reach to the unisex family bathroom, I knock three times. Ana opens it
for me. I close the door, and lock it. She practically jumps on me.
Her
arms are wrapped around my neck; she seals her lips to mine.
“Slow
down baby,” I murmur into her lips.
“I
waited for you so long!”
“I
know that as have I baby,” I kiss her back but my kiss is measured, controlled
not a reckless abandon.
“Christian,
please! Kiss me like I’m important to you!” she begs. How can she doubt her
importance to me? If the universe held a single point which defined the meaning
of my existence, she would be that point. I lift her off the ground wrapping her
legs around my torso and seal my lips over hers molding, moving in synchronization
like a perfectly functioning unit made of two parts. I kiss her like I have
only this moment, hold onto my wife as if I would never get another chance like
this to be with her, like she is the last thing I would ever see. The little
moaning sounds she makes are like the music I play in my head. Her taste is
heady, intoxicating, familiar yet new. Before I know it, I push her to the
door, untangle her arms from my neck and lift them above her head kiss her with
total domination. My tongue tests the seams of her lips and with a slight sigh
she gives access and greets my assault with a welcome from her tongue. The
dance of our lips and tongue is heated, erotic and arousing.
I
lower one hand over her breast and slowly slide it down to her bare sex, finding
it drenched. My cock strains against my pants. I push a finger inside her
digging, then two first with shallow strokes then two knuckles in then finally
to the base of my index and middle fingers. She moves her hips against my
fingers begging for friction.
“Please,”
she murmurs into my lips, her eyes closed. I slowly break the connection of our
lips.
“I
need you to lean down and hold your knees,” I order.
“I
can hold the sink, don’t you think it’s better?” she asks.
“Not
for what I want to do,” I say. She looks at me fully aroused with the assaults
of my fingers’ continued ministrations and slightly confused. I pull out a
string with four varying sizes of egg shaped balls. She opens her mouth
expecting me to deposit them in there for lubrication.
“No
need baby, you’re drenching already,” I say pulling my fingers out, then
tasting her arousal in my finger. Her breathing increases.
“But
I want you to take me now!” she demands.
“Baby,
right now there’s nothing I want to do more than to fuck you into next month. But
do you want our first time since the baby to be in the bathroom of a
restaurant? Granted it’s a beautiful restaurant, and I would love to see your
face in the mirror while I take you from behind but I want this to be at Escala
like our very first time. I will insert these eggs into you and see if you can
manage to keep them inside until we get to our apartment. Are you up for the challenge,
Ana?” I ask innocently. She is too eager to get us start.
“Yes!”
she says bending.
“Good
girl,” I say and glide my fingers between her folds. The starting with the
smallest egg, I insert the four varied sizes of eggs on the string into her sex.
She moans each time I insert one. Then I help her raise herself to her full
height. Taking out her panties from my pocket I lower myself to the floor, lift
a Louis Vuitton clad foot at a time and inset them into the panties. I slowly
lift the panties up, leisurely running my fingers on her bare legs and finally
cover my wife’s sex with it. I take out a small remote out of my pocket and
show it to Ana. I press the middle button and her eyes dilate in surprise.
“They
vibrate,” I murmur with a lascivious smile. It’s a pleasurable vibration, not
harsh. It will only leave her wanting more. The vibration intensity can be
varied. But I turn it off. They’ll do their job well enough with her movements
alone. She bites her lip.
“Don’t!”
I order. “I want this to be a long, memorable night which will not start and
end in this bathroom.” She nods.
“Yes,
sir.”
“Good
girl,” I say as I leave the bathroom.
She
follows me out shortly after. The meal doesn’t take long to finish as we are both
burning with desire for one another. Once she takes the last sip of her drink,
and puts her fork down on her plate, declaring that she can’t eat anymore, I
stand up and take her hand.
“Let’s
go. I have made promises to my wife, and I aim to fulfill them,” I murmur.
When
we reach the elevators, I turn to her, “How are you Mrs. Grey? Do you need to
visit the restroom?” She doesn’t miss my meaning.
“I’m
sure I can make it to Escala, Mr. Grey,” she replies. Two other older couples
wait for the elevator along with us. When the elevator door dings open, we may
way to allocate room for people vacating the elevator. Since we’re the first
ones to start waiting for it, we are the first ones to enter. Holding my wife’s
waist, I walk her to the back of the elevator pulling her to my side. Making it
look like I push her hair back, I lean in and whisper into her ear.
“Are
you up for a challenge Mrs. Grey?” I ask. Her eyes widen. She is turned on, hot
and bothered. She’s seeking relief and she wants to get to Escala as fast as
she possibly can. But she doesn’t like to back down from a challenge, especially
if she can get her way in the end. She nods.
“I
don’t want you to come. Light vibrations,” I whisper. Her heated eyes meet mine
with excitement. It’s been too long and she wants to play. When I press the
lowest setting of the vibrations, she closes her eyes, her back flush with my
front. She makes it as if she’s moving to give more room to another couple, but
I know exactly what she’s doing; rubbing her perfect derriere on my already
excited, impatient cock. I have to rein in all my control and focus to not to
have my wife here.
“Down
to the lowest floor?” she whispers with dilated pupils, her breath shallow,
barely holding onto her faculties.
“To
the car, and you can’t come,” I answer in a whisper into her ear. She bites her
lips and pushes herself forcefully against me, while crossing her feet at the
ankle. The elevator couldn’t reach the lowest floor fast enough for her. As
soon as the occupants leave the cart, she pulls my hand and gets out of the
elevator as fast as her high heeled feet could carry her.
“Where
the car? Where’s the car? Where’s the car?” she rapid fires as if she’s ready
to burst.
“I’ve
already messaged Taylor to bring it around,” I say pulling her in the direction
where Taylor and Sawyer would be waiting.
They
open the SUV doors for us; I let Anastasia in, and then walk to the other side
of the SUV to get in myself.
“Off?”
I ask. She squeezes her legs together and nods.
I
pull my wife to my side.
“Have
you any idea how much I want to fuck you right now?” I murmur into her ear.
She
blushes, and shakes her head ‘no’. My yearning for her is as I swallowed an
entire desert and no amount of water could quench it. I need Ana desperately. It’s
not an obsession, an infatuation or mere hunger for her body, or her scent. I
desire all of my wife down to her soul touching mine. I want her to melt into
me. I want to encase her with my skin, worship her with my body. Just fucking
is not enough. I need more.
“To
the point of possession. You’ve bewitched me, Anastasia. I can’t function
without you. You can be the inferno and I’d only be happy to surrender myself
to you.” Primal lust, intense love, the sheer simple need for her quickly
washes over me with a fever I can’t cure. I want Ana fifty shades of Sunday.
Seeing Escala right ahead of us to the right is a big relief.
As
soon as Taylor pulls into one of my bays, I exit the SUV without giving him a
chance to open my door. Then ignoring Sawyer who opened Ana’s door, I take my
wife by the hand and head to the elevators. Just as Sawyer is ready to enter
the elevator with us, Taylor shakes his head slightly. I close the elevator
door and enter my key to the penthouse. As soon as the elevator doors close on
us, I turn to Ana and frame her body with mine, descending my lips onto hers.
My right hand travels into her pulls the exposed shoulder of the dress, baring
her right breast. Even though she has expressed her milk before we left home,
my ministration beads milk over her nipple, oozes down her breast and transferring
to my hand. The elevator door dings open to the penthouse, and we tumble out of
it still tangled in one another. I scoop Ana off the floor and carry her to our
bedroom her right breast still exposed, nipple erect and beckoning for me to
take it. I open the door to our bedroom, after walking it, I kick it close.
She
wraps her legs around my hips. I want to completely pleasure her, possess her,
let her possess me and hear her voice shout my name with pleasured cries.
I
feel that if I don’t have my wife right now, I’ll lose my fucking sanity.
“You.
Are. My. Woman!” I say hoarsely, and pull her into me hard. Rough lust churning
inside me now can’t be contained. I want to spread my wife and feel my cock
slide inside her sex slickened with her arousal for me.
“Yes.
Yours!” she answers breathless.
“Let’s
get this dress off you.
I
take her dress off in one swift move, tossing it onto a chair. She’s standing
in her panties, bra and heels. I am breathless.
“Now,”
I say motioning to turn around to cool my senses, to regain some sort of
control. When she spins around once, I’m more turned on than I was before. Wow!
She’s the sexiest creature I laid my eyes on.
“Music
is in order,” I say swallowing. I set the streo with the tracks I want to
utilize tonight, then turn back to my wife.
Laura
Welsh – Undiscovered
“Let’s
get the bra off.” She reaches back to unhook but I stop her and reach behind
her to take it off leisurely.
Her
breasts lay heavy before my eyes.
“Now
the panties,” I murmur. I caress her face and trail my fingers over her lips,
neck and her twin peaks. Her nipples perk up under my fingers as if they’ve
been zapped with electricity, her heartbeat speeds up. I continue to travel down
to her belly, then down to her hips. I hook my fingers and slowly lower her
panties down to her feet. I toss the panties along with her other clothes. Then
I divest my jacket, shirt and pants off. When I finally remove my boxers, my
cock springs out and a bead of dew is glistening on the tip.
She
reaches out with her finger and spreads the dew around. I hold her hand before
she makes me come sooner than I intend, I catch her hand, and lift her fingers
to my lips, kissing it, I release her hand.
“Turn
around baby, lean down and hold onto the bedpost and don’t let go at all,” I
order. She obeys immediately.
I
lower myself to the floor and glide my nose up her leg to her apex. A shiver
runs through her body. I test her sex with my fingers. Then suck the outer lips
and finally her clit. I turn the vibration on at the lowest setting and flick
my tongue over her clit, sucking the little nub. Her pleasured moans grow.
“Don’t
come yet!” I order. “Make it last.”
“Yes…sir!”
I
continue with my tongue’s pleasure assaults on her clit and inside her slit for
several minutes. I feel the contractions approaching and turn off the vibration
of the eggs and pull them out quickly bringing her near orgasm. As soon as they’re
out, I slam my cock into her bereft sex and bury myself balls deep.
“Yessssss….”
I hiss through my gritted teeth. I wanted to be inside her for a long time and
I have missed it so much. I feel her contraction slowly subside then I start
moving inside her with first deep, drilling strokes.
“I
want it fast, hard and satisfactory now!” I say and pace my strokes in tune with
the music. First deep, then shallow. I pull her hips closer to me and adjusting
my stance, I angulate to reach in deeper.
Muse
– Undisclosed Desires
My
lust and love reach to a crescendo. I withdraw from her sex before we both
reach a climax, because I want to see her face, feel what she feels.
“No!
Don’t stop please!” she begs.
“Baby,
I couldn’t stop if I wanted to,” I murmur decidedly as I toss my wife onto the
bed and crawl up on her and bury myself into her again. Her legs around my
waist, I reach down, kiss her hard, and my tongue trails down to her breast.
When we finally reach our peak, sweet tasting milk squirts into my mouth and fingers.
I love this new form of release her body discovered.
I
thrust harder, and faster until there’s nothing but the two of us, right at
this moment. My eyes see nothing but the sparks and my body is jolting with
sensation in unity with mine.
This
is bliss. This is my wife. This is heaven.
