Words were flowing, it is not edited and it is free of any care in the world. I deeply apologise in advance for any mistakes. The characters belong to EL James, not me.
He starts his furiously hot journey on my body with my feet, his warm wet tongue wildly discovers inch by inch my skin. I shiver under his touch, he takes his own sweet time licking my toes, my calves, my knees, so long I think I can faint from the pleasure alone.
All the while looking at me like a wild animal in the desert, hungry and thirsty for his favorite meal. He is devoring me with such a slow pace, he is mastering his sexpertise once again and carefully avoids the point where I want him the most. The place I used to called there but I know different now since Christian is intently tending to the near regions of here. I see him inhaling deeply, roughly intoxicated by the sent of us combined.
His tongue relentless and going further north on his treasured map, the look on his contorted face so familiar but yet so new. Here he lavishes my heavy rounded mounds , two at a time as if he cannot choose his favorite playground. Adding his pearly white teeth in the mix. He groals his approval of my response, the pink beads enlarge and harden, overly sensitive, and he is pleased immensely if I read well his satisfied grin.
I am not the little wife he protects and madly loves, no, he is not the loving Mr Grey I meet at lunch time in his office in the city, oh no.
We are an entity, a match made to fuck and unite. Merge with each other.
His large, powerful hands encircle my pregnant belly, turning the soothing tips of his fingers around, turning me on more. I writhe underneath him and I hear his burning order by the shell of my ear: "stand".
How I am able to do it and comply to his every kinky demands with grace and poise I don't know but I feel so powerful and beautiful in his thrall. I let him guide me to a deep red exotic love chair on the balcony and admire his sculptured fine ass in the move. He lies down with ease, the erotic glint of his eyes, his impressive shaft pointing at the starry sky and I want so much to touch him everywhere, his marred chest, the swollen and adventurous lips of his, his three day day stubble.
I silently pray for this night never comes to an end. For I am his and he is mine.
The fullness I experience is beyond words and my dazzled mind tries to grasp a futile meaning, it is heaven on earth and hot like Dante's inferno, where two worlds collide and so we move, languid and on the road to satiety, like a rolling wave and crash suddenly. Our eyes are telling the tale in the silence, how it is even possible to love unconditionnally, to have this unbroken bond and revel in its existence?
With my name at the base of his mouth, forming a perfect "o", he comes to me in thick spurts and I come to him with a vicious tight grip, claiming each other.. My intimate lips encase him like never wanting to let go.
Will we ever get enough or get our fill for I still have him hard inside me and my body is a raging mess ? We both know we will need a last run before midnight but being the caring and thoughtful husband once again, he moves me on a spooning position and run his deft fingers idly on my sensitive skin like he would do on a piano.
I must be in this cottoned cocoon for a long time, the soft morning dew of an orange sky brings cool solace on my heated skin. I hear joyful laughters in the distance, and revel in the cheerfulness that fills our house by the ocean. I know it is the time a wonderful and concerned father enjoys spending moments with his little boy, a carbon copy of him, the apple of his eye. I suspect they are playing with a huge wooden train set, little bells ringing in the wind.
Mindful not to disturb these cherished bonds between them, I imagine them together having fun and not a care in the world. I close my eyes and go back to the time we three were on the family catamaran, spending the day and wanting to be windswept but so happy. Large, powerful hands taking control of the wheel while the sail unfurled in the big sea.
And it was only a month ago, now the father to be too anxious to bring me out in such an exilarating trip. So I have the little one covered, I made her a cosy nestle where she can basked in me. And nothing would make me more serene.