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Ana had come out of the bathroom, with her final bag zipped up before she received a text.

Red room. Three minutes. I want you on the bed ready for me to fuck you. –C

Shivering from the simple command, Ana took off her clothes, plaited her head back, and headed upstairs to their room. She used to be nervous walking through the house naked, when they were first married. But the moment Christian explained how Taylor and Gail lived next door, and they always announced themselves before entering, she became more comfortable. Noticing the door cracked, Ana smiled a bit before walking into the room. She noticed no one was in the room save for her. Walking further into the room lit with only candles, she saw a blindfold on the bed.

Put this on and lay down. Wait for me, Ana.

Glancing around the room, she slid onto the bed, and placed the blindfold over her eyes, tying it securely behind her. Settling into the plush comforter, she took a deep breath, and tried to relax. That was difficult however, when she didn't know when her husband was going to walk through the door. Because it was open, she wouldn't even hear him enter. She was sure that was his plan all along, and she wasn't mad about it. Ana didn't know how long it's been but she must've dozed off, because the next thing she heard was Christian's amused voice.

"I must've worn you out earlier today."

Smiling, she knew not to answer him unless he told her to.

"Good girl," he replied at her noticeable silence.

Running his hand between her breasts, he leaned forward and sucked on her nipple, smirking when she arched into his mouth.

"I love how you respond to me, Ana."

Whimpering, she squirmed as he moved from one breasts to the other before kissing back up to her neck, and gently biting.

"I want to play with you for a while. I want you to come for me until I say no more. Do you understand?"

Swallowing at the command in his voice, she nodded.

"I hope you do, Ana. Because I only care for you and your pleasure."

She heard a drawer open, before he spread her legs wide. She felt him settle his strong, muscled thighs between her own, and sighed when his hands rubbed some warm oil over her tensed legs. Moving upward, he began to massage her vulva, before running his fingers up and down her clit. She jumped at the electric feel of his fingers, and the warming oil that was making her body tingle all over.

"You can speak now when I ask you something. You like that, baby?"

"Yes," she moaned, biting her lip as his fingers moved to the inside of her, massaging her g-spot.

"Christian!" Ana called out, feeling her body become overwhelmed with pleasure. She noticed that the more oil he rubbed inside of her, the more tingly she became. It literally became almost an itch to have him stroke her deeper.

"Christian, baby. I need you to stroke me harder."

Ignoring her requests, he continued to lightly move his fingers over her spot, and entrance. With his free hand, he became to massage her other hole, causing Ana to stiffen before shout her pleasure.

"Christian!" Unable to stop herself, Ana came hard. So, hard in fact, she began to soak the sheets a bit under herself.

"Fuck, baby. I love when you come that hard." Lowering his head to her pussy, he began to lick her oversensitive flesh, knowing the special type of oil would only drive her crazy. Head moving from side to side, Ana was panting, breathless with desire from what Christian was doing to her with his tongue.

"Christian! Please!"

Pulling away, he licked his lips.

"Please what?"

Gasping, at his finger now tapping her spot, Ana felt herself coming again. Unable to speak, she arched into his hands, letting the feeling wash over her. When she became too sensitive, she tried to pull back, but he made sure she stayed in place.

"No, baby. I said that I wanted you to come as much I wanted it. You can dictate that." Removing his fingers, he slid into her, causing her to cry out again at the fullness of his cock rubbing all her right spots. It assuaged the itch, but she needed him to move in order to completely take it away. Reaching up, he removed her blindfold, and Ana immediate moved her hands to his chest. She didn't know if she wanted to push him away, or pull him in. he could see the indecision on her face, and paused.

"Baby?"

Tears in her eyes, she arched her back when she felt another orgasm run over her. Desperate, she wrapped her legs around his hips.

"Move, Christian. Fuck me. Fuck me, deep."

Groaning at how her body was squeezing his, he began to set a slow, but brutal pace, causing both him and Ana to shout out at different times. Clawing at his back, Ana's eyes rolled in the back of her head at another orgasm, and this time, tears of pleasurable pain began to run down her body.

"Christian, I can't take anymore. I just can't."

Pulling her nipple with his teeth, he sucked on it until it became a rosy pink before looking up at her.

"Yes, you can. I want one more from you Ana, and you will give me what I want."

Cupping her hips, he raised them a bit higher before angling his cock so that it was only directly hit her spot. At that, Ana's eyes widened before she screamed in both disbelief, and shock. Shock that her body could feel this good. Shock that only her husband, Christian Grey could bring her to the brink of heaven. She was absolutely ruined. No other man could look or touch her. This she knew to be true.

And she didn't want it to change.

After they both came down from their high, Ana reached up and kissed her husband passionately.

"Thank you," she whispered.

Raising his head, he kissed her back before nuzzling into her neck.

"For what?"

Smoothing his hair back from his damp head, Ana told herself to be more open with Christian. It was the only way their marriage would work.

"For giving me what I need. I desire you, and I never know how to ask. You seem to always know when I want you."

Smirking, he kissed her breast.

"I do. But Ana, I really need for you to tell me. the next time you want to make love, just tell me. nine times out of ten, I will be in the mood."

Giggling, she nodded. Suddenly, she immediately sat up.

"Christian. We're going to be late for our plane?"

Laughing, he pushed her gently back down.

"Ana, we own the jet. It will wait for us. Now, how about we take a long bath together before we head out?"

Ana had to say that she enjoyed this laid-back version of her husband. It was something she loved to see. Him being carefree.

"Okay. But only if you promise to fuck me in the tub."

Eyebrow raised at her brazen response he sat up, pulling her with him.

"Why Mrs. Grey. I don't know what I'm going to do with you."

Standing, she smiled at him.

"Love me."

Eyes warm, he pulled her to his side, kissing her hair.

"I do. Every day I love you more than the last."

I hope you all enjoyed it. Please leave me a review. Next up, vacation time!

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