Christian had been away for 9 days. When you say it like that it doesn't sound too bad. It was. I had tried to fill my days with distractions. Of course I had Teddy to look after, which occupied most of my time. But it was those quiet moments in the evenings where the loneliness crept in. It sounds ridiculous, I know. How could I be lonely after 9 days? But I was. I was lonely and pining for my husband. Teddy was old enough to talk now, just a few words. But the only word he was interested in babbling at the moment was Daddy. "Daddy, daddy, daddy!" he would chant, clapping his hands. "I know baby, I want Daddy too".
I had just put Teddy down, leaving his nightlight on and kissing his gorgeous copper hair. I was so pleased he'd inherited Christians hair and his beautiful grey eyes. I flicked the baby monitor on.
"Goodnight sweetheart" I whispered. I went to the living room and sat down with a glass of wine and a book. Just one more day without Christian. His flight was due in at 3pm tomorrow meaning he'd be back in time for dinner with me and Ted. He's never been away for this long. I know Teddy will be over the moon when he sees him. It must feel like years to a two year old. As I realised I'd reread the same line 4 times, I decided to call it a night. I took the empty wine glass into the kitchen, turned off the lights and headed to bed. After checking on Teddy one more time, I brushed my teeth and climbed into bed. The big, empty bed.
I was awoken by the feeling of a warm hand on my back and hot breath in my ear. The hand was rubbing soothing circles on my back. I'm dreaming about Christian again. But this dream feels even more real than the others. I can actually feel his hands on me. Then I hear his voice, low in my ear. "What have I told you about wearing my t shirts to bed? You should be wearing the silks I bought you", the voice of my husband. I realise this is no dream. He's back. I turn and meet his gaze. He smirks at me.
"You're back" I whisper.
"I'm back" he says.
"You're early" is the only thing I can think to say.
"I'm sorry Mrs Grey, would you like me to leave and come back tomorrow?" he asks. Before I can say anything he continues. "Because I had hoped to make love to my wife, whom I haven't seen for 9 excruciating days, and then give my boy a cuddle". As he's talking I realise he's naked except for his boxers and wedding ring. "Unless of course you haven't missed me?" he says, almost pouting. A very un fifty expression. That's when I finally snap out of my trance and launch myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck and pinning him to the matrass. His hand moved to the back of my head, pulling my mouth down onto his, plunging his tongue into my mouth. I her myself moan and I ran my hands up and down his gorgeous chest. It's so good to be able to touch him. Suddenly he grabs my upper arms and flips us over so he'd on top of me. He grabs the hem of my t shirt and pulls it forcefully over my head, as I struggle to lift my arms quickly enough. Christian makes a low growling noise as he stops and looks down at me. "God, how did I manage 9 days without you?" he murmurs, his look is so intense I can't help but smile. His expression softens. "Are you laughing at me Mrs Grey?" he asks. His fingers lightly tickle my ribs, making me giggle. He smirks and then silences me by covering my mouth with his and working his fingers into me. I gasp into the kiss and he pulls back. "Not so amusing now is it?" he growls, continuing to thrust in and out of me. This is it. This is what I've missed. The feel of him on top of me. Consuming me.
"What do you want baby?" he whispers into my ear.
"You" I pant, unable to form a full sentence. He nods and slowly pulls his fingers out. He then slides into me, more gently than normal. I never saw him remove his boxers, I think. But then I was distracted. He continues his slow pace, looking into my eyes. His eyes are alight with passion.
"I love you" I whisper. That seems to spur him on and he quickens his pace, speeding the thrust of his hips up. I can feel the pleasure building inside of me, that familiar warm, throbbing sensation. Eventually it overcomes me and I explode around him. I hear him find his release moments after. He lowers himself onto me, panting. He's smothering me. "Christian" I whisper, and shift beneath him. He quickly rolls off me, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into his chest. After a few minutes of silence I speak.
"Don't go away again" I whisper.
"Never", he growls, "I don't think I could endure that again".
"Me neither" I say.
"How is Teddy? Have I missed anything?" he questions. I laugh.
"Well all he can seem to say at the moment is "Daddy" over and over again".
"Really?" Christian sits up and looks at me, his eyes shining.
"Yes of course really. He missed you as much as I did. He wanted his Daddy". I tell him.
Christian beams at me. "I can't wait to see him".
"I can't wait for him to see you, he going to be so ecstatic" I smile.
Christian settles back down and pulls me to him again. He sighs. "I just can't wait to see my boy" he mumbles, before he drifts into sleep.