Chapter 1
While gazing out at the sound, I begin to feel exhausted. I turn in Christian's arms and snuggle into his chest. I can't help but to think that not long ago this was against the rules. Then again, nearly everything we do now was against the rules.
"Come. Let's get some rest." He takes my hand in his and leads me up the staircase to our bedroom. I gaze at Teddy's closed room door, not fully believing that my little miracle is sleeping so soundly and is perfectly content in his own little world. It's difficult to comprehend that he is already two years old. I caress my bump and wonder idly what my other little miracle will be like.
"Ana?" Christian's voice brings me out of my reverie. My eyes meet his and I begin to follow him into the room again.
"What are you thinking about?" He asks as he leads me through the door.
"I was wondering about how our little Blip two will look."
"If she's anything like her mother, I believe she will be beautiful."
I beam at him and drop his hand once we are at the side of the bed. He moves to the drawers and pulls an old GEH shirt out and tosses it to me. He knows that I am getting too big for most of my nightwear and his shirts are more comfortable for me. I pull my orange maternity sundress over my head and let it drop to the floor. My bump is so far outward that I can't even see my underwear. I watch as Christian pads towards me and spins me around so my back is facing him. I drop his t-shirt and let my body go limp. He plants a soft kiss on my shoulder before unhooking and removing my white La Perla lace bra. I watch it fall to floor and land on top of my sundress. His hands move around my waist and land on top of my bump.
"Do you know how alluring you look right now?"
I shake my head and sigh. "Christian, I just don't feel the same. I feel huge and..."
"You are the same, Ana. You're just carrying a child. Our child. If anything, that makes you much more beautiful. I like that there is more of you." He caresses my bump and I relax.
His hands begin to wander up to my exposed breasts and I wince when he tugs on my nipples.
"Have I hurt you?" He asks with concern in his voice.
"Just be gentle, please. They're tender."
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No, please continue, just gently."
He continues his delicious torture by teasing my nipples and kissing my shoulders and neck. I whip around to face him and meet his gray stare.
"I want you." I whisper.
"And have me you will." He answers back fiercely.
He leads me over to our large bed and lays me down gently in the middle of it. He climbs on top of me, parting my legs with his knee. He begins planting kisses across the top of my chest while resting his hands on my hips.
"Christian, please." I beg him.
"What do you want, Anastasia?"
"I want you."
He leans up and slowly peels my white La Perla panties down my thighs, while leaving soft kisses in the trail they make. Suddenly, he shifts up, and pulls his boxers down and I'm left gawking.
"Like what you see, Mrs. Grey?" He says with a smirk.
"It's something I'll never get tired of seeing, Mr. Grey." I answer back with a grin of my own.
Christian looks puzzled for a moment and then sighs.
"What?" I ask quizzically.
"I don't want to hurt you, Ana. We're going to need a different position. You on top." He commands and I happily oblige.
I sit up, struggling, while Christian lays down beside me. I grab his hands in mine and throw one leg over his body. I straddle him and grin down at him while my hair falls around us. He leans up to kiss my nose. A small moan escapes my mouth before he guides himself into me. I feel his tip enter me and I moan. Christian looks up at me, his face questioning me.
"Yes, I'm good."
"Oh Ana." He groans and I sink down onto him slowly.
We both let out a few strangled moans and I begin to move. I use Christian's hands for support while I bounce on him.
"Christ, Ana!" Christian calls as I begin to pick up speed. He groans and moves his hands to my hips, while I throw my head back in ecstasy. This is what we do, and we do it so well.
I feel that oh so familiar feeling and Christian begins to buck his hips into me, matching my rhythm.
"Christian." I manage to get out and my voice is a breathy moan. I feel sweet oblivion broke and I'm sent spiraling into an orgasm that could light up Seattle. I moan, louder, as I feel Christian release inside me.
"Ana!" Christian breathes. I lay on top of him as my shudders cease and close my eyes.
"Sleep, sweet girl." Christian whispers to me, as I fall into sleep and he pulls the duvet on top of us and strokes my hair.