I am blown away by the response to this story. I hope I do not disappoint. Sorry at taking so long. I promised lemons and how can you not have lemons in a Fifty Shades fan fiction? I am new to the fan fiction and lemon writing world, so any pointers would be appreciated. I am still figuring out where I want to go with this, ultimately. If you send a nice review with some ideas of what you want me to write in it, you just might get your wish.
I do not own Fifty Shades, I just can't help myself. So without further ado…
CHAPTER THREE
APOV
We ate some dinner and I opened with my story first, of my marriage to Dick. I could see the empathy in his eyes. I remember Christian pleading with me to not get involved with Richard. At that point I was so blind and we had grown apart so much in that time that I didn't want to listen.
As Christian told me his story, my curiosity went to shock, then to complete rage. THE Elena Lincoln, and supposed friend of the Greys, was responsible for fucking up my best friends life. I started to pace about the dining room. I had to think. There was no chance in hell I would support that woman. I needed control and an out for sexual needs but damn them to hell. I was going to see that Christian had his best friend first and foremost. There was my resolve. Yes, I had a seriously fucked up life but my times with the Greys, with Christian, were always my happiest. I turned and saw apprehension and longing in his eyes. I missed this man so much. I had to diffuse the anxiety I saw in his features.
CPOV
Anna ran back to me, hair bouncing around her face. She knelt down at my knees where she placed her hands. It felt good to be touched my her. "Christian, I won't go back to Elena. You will not go to her. We will find another way to absolve the relationship there. It is so wonderful to be back like we used to be and to know everything about each other."
I reached out and touched her face with longing.
She noticed. She blushed and looked down.
"Anna Maria, you are such a special person to me." Then I remembered something she said, "Anna, you said that you never shared a room, that he never touched you. When did that start?"
She bit her bottom lip, holy fuck is that hot. "He never had sex with me again after our wedding night. He staked his claim so to speak and that was it. I felt unwanted cast aside. I never knew another man that way." She said this and tears were in her eyes. Anger was the only emotion I felt, then it was anguish for her. No wonder she sought such extreme sources for release. It is a relief that she doesn't want to go back there. I want to show her my love for her and be the one to give her the pleasure that she needs. I watch as she bites at her lip again, and I am suddenly filled with more passionate love and desire for this woman. I reached to touch her lip and gently tugged it from the grip of her teeth. That mouth, I wanted to possess her mouth. She gasped and stared wantonly into my eyes.
"Oh Anna Maria. My dear sweet Anna, I love you. I want you. Let me make love to you."
"Oh Christian, yes."
I was thrilled to my very core that she accepted me. I picked her up and carried her all the way to my bedroom our eyes not leaving each others once. I placed her down in front of the bed. Her eyes went to my lips as her hand was on my heart.
"Kiss me, Christian, touch me."
Unbridled want, fuck she is so sexy. I obey her willingly, I press against her lips, my tongue licks hers, begging her for access. She moans, leaving just the opening I need. Her mouth tastes so incredible. I possess it fully. Her hands move up my chest and shoulders; it is a burning, cleansing fire. I am whole when she touches me. Then she keeps them moving on to the back of my head and twist and tug in my hair. God, I need in her now. I wrap my hands behind her and up her back until I reach the zipper then I tug and pull it down. Still kissing Anna, my hands travel up the two sides of the zipper and the skin of her soft back. She moans into my mouth blushing to my touch, which gives me an instant boner. "Oh fuck, Anna!" I pull her dress down and let it drop to her feet. I step back and shake my head in awe. "Anna Maria, you are so fucking beautiful." She and blushed. Fuck! I stripped her and myself quickly of the rest of our clothing and we climb onto the bed together. I cant keep my hands off of her. She is all soft curves and strong love. She responds immensely to the lightest of touches. I'm about to come just from see her face and hearing her voice. "God, I want to fuck you." My hands and mouth worship her body. I reach down and cup her sex, "Shit you are so ready!"
"Fuck me, Christian, I need you inside me, please." She breathes huskily.
"As you wish," I growl, as I migrate up to her. Our bodies are pressed together. Anna feels so perfect underneath me. Slide into her silky, tight pussy, "Oh, fuck me. You. Feel. So. Amazing."
"Mmmhmm." Anna moaned, her hands and lips nipping, massaging and scratching as I plow into her tightness. As she builds toward orgasm, she gets more responsive. She is loud and passionate. I fucking love it. We hold each other's gaze and as I watch her face as she reaches orgasm, then come spectacularly. Her tightness milks everything out of me as she is coming back down. I take in the beautiful afterglow of this woman in my arms. We fall asleep in each other's arms.
In the morning I wake, but I dare not stir. I just want to take all of her in. But she stirs anyway. She begins to whimper and shiver and she tosses away and sits up crying, "NO!" Then she looks at me stunned, "You are still with me in bed."
"Of course, you are so beautiful. I want to make love to you again. Perhaps a shower?"
"Mmm, I would love that." She relaxes into a smile, a sweet, blissful smile.
"Do you wake like that every morning? Like, with those dreams?"
"Since forever. Sometimes I don't sleep at all. But last night was incredible, then to fall asleep in your arms. I have never felt such love. I'm so afraid that I will be rejected again."
"Anna Maria, you are an incredible woman. I have always loved and admired you. Incidentally, you are the hottest woman I have met and I loved having sex with you last night."
Anna climbed out of bed, still naked and walked over to me, touching and kissing me on my chest and my back. "Chris, you can fuck me all you want, I love you. Now how about that shower." She bites that lip and I lose control.
"Fuck the shower! That can wait." I pin her to the wall and lift her as she wraps her legs around me.
I slide into her and she screams, "Fuck Christian. You are so good."
APOV
He raises his hand to strike me. I cringe and prepare for the strike, which does indeed come. It stings, but what hurts more is the disdain and unloving disgust in his eyes. Richard turns to leave.
"No don't leave me."
"I should never have married you, you are so not worth it. You mean nothing."
Then I see a new face with grey eyes and my body responds. I see him turn to leave as well.
"No!"
In utter panic I shoot straight up awake. I am filled with immediate relief that Christian hasn't left me. He stayed with me all night in his bed. Last night, Oh fuck I am a little tender but in total bliss. Christian has told me how much he treasures me. Not only did he tell me, but he showed me his love for me. He literally worshipped my body. I no longer feel rejected. Suddenly I am feeling the pull of desire for this sex god that I love and want to worship him again and again. I stroll towards the bathroom and am caught and pinned hungrily to the wall. He wants me again, now. My body responds as my juices are already dripping and I wrap my legs around his perfectly sculpted body. I start peppering him with kisses and nip my way down his throat. He throws his head back and almost growls in response.
