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Next up, Vegas!

This will be APOV.

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"I do." I say.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride." The guy says.

Christian kisses me.

We arrive at our room, the Honeymoon Suite, after we handle everything at the chapel.

The name made me think of something.

"Christian?" I ask, as we sit on our bed.

"Yeah." He says, shrugging off his suit jacket.

"The name of this suite made me think, we can't go on a Honeymoon, right?"

"Why is that?" He asks.

"Uhm, because of work?" I answer.

"The house doesn't open for another three months and I can take some time off, that's the good thing about being CEO, baby, I choose when I work."

"Okay, so say we did go, were would you go?"

"How about Venice? I've never been, have you?"

I snort. "I've hardly ever left the states, please. But Venice does sound good, really good."

"Sorted then, we leave next month, after the celebration, unless you want it earlier?"

"Next month sounds great. Though, let's not think about that, husband, lets celebrate on our own now?"

He smiles wickedly and kisses me, pushing me down on the bed, pulling the zipper drom my dress down before taking it off.

He leaves me on the bed in only my panties to take off his own shirt and pants. With only his underwear on, he crawls back up the bed to me, while kissing my body, until he comes to my lips, which he claims. He lets our tongues circle, tasting each other.

He pulls back and begins his journey down again, kissing his way down, taking off my thong on the way there, kissing my thighs, legs and feet as he goes, leaving a burning trail. As he drops my underwear along with his, he kisses his way up again, until he comes at my pussy. He probes my legs open and kisses my inner thighs, before moving to where I most need him.

I feel him suck and nibble on my clit for a while before dipping his tongue into my entrance, again, and again, and again, until I could feel myself beginning to build, that's when he replaced his tongue with his fingers. I moan and wright underneat him. I can feel my walls starting to tighten around his fingers.

"Come, baby, come for me."

That does it, that sends me over the edge. I come loudly, calling out his name.

"CHRISTIAN!"

He pulls out his fingers after he helped me ride out my orgasm. He sticks them in his mouth just like always, even after two years, I still can't get used to him. I probably never will.

"You're not on the shot anymore, are you?" He asks.

"No." I answer.

"Good, maybe we can tell our child later that he is a weddingnight child."

I giggle at that.

We look into each others eyes. We can see it. All of it. Everything we feel for each other, we see it.

He guides his cock to my entrance and enters me in one swift move, he fills me to the hilt. I moan and arch my back. Just like I said, even after two years I still am not used to him. He waits a second before starting to move.

We set up a rythym that is perfect for us. Just us, in a no hurried session of love making. Not a care in the world. Just us, husband and wife. God, I love that man.

He starts to quicken when we both feel our release coming. I feel it coming, along with him.

He takes long, deep thrusts and God does it feel good! The things this man does to m body, I would have never imagined I could feel that good. Ever.

"Please tell me you're close, baby, because I... can't... hold... it... much longer." He breaths out between thrusts.

I moan, "So close, baby." I breath out.

He grunts, and takes deeper thrusts.

He comes first, crying out my name, with me following not that long after.

"ANA!"

"CHRISTIAN!"

He collapses on top of me.

"I love you, baby." He says as he rolls off of me.

I turn towards him and lay my hand on his chest, lazily drawing patterns on his chest. "I love you too, babe, so much."

He smiles, kisses me head and closes his eyes. I stay awake until I know he is asleep, that's when I follow him, and let sleep consume me.

We wake up fairly early and pack our stuff. We can't stay here any longer, although we wanted to. But, we'll come back anyway, if I want. Wherever we go is always my choice.

Like the time we went to New York. That was my choice.

Or when we went to Aspen. It was lovely there. We had a lot of fun.

Another example is LA. What we did there is undiscrapable.

Or Forks, because he knows how big of a fan I am of Twilight. Yeah, that was nice. Though not my choice, I enjoyed it very much.

We went to a lot of place, almost all of them my choice. I couldn't be happier with Christian.

When we touch the ground in Seattle nerves consume me. It's already Sunday, and today everyone, including my family, is coming to the Grey Mansion for Family Dinner.

Tonight is the night when we tell everone what happened in Vegas. Tonight we will tell them about our marriage. Christian told me that Mia and Kate won't be happy until we tell them about the celebration we will have in a month. If we let them organize it we'll be good.

Leila can't say a lot, because she did the same last year. She is now Leila Williams. She married Peter a year into their relationship, and I have a feeling she is pregnant, she has all the signs, and I wouldn't be happier for her.

Dan will be happy, because he will know I did it because I wanted to, not because I felt I had to. Which I didn't, I just wanted to be Christian's wife as soon as possible, and a month seemed so long.

Just after I was ready, Christian told me we already had to go.

"We can do this." He whispers in my ear as the doors close.

I wish we can.

I know it is shorter than usual, but it seemed better to end it here, than to write a five thousand word chapter.

This was the second to last chapter, and they are all written so you can choose if you want me to post the last chapter and Epilogue now or wait until tomorrow.

I hope you enjoyed, don't forget to review, and I'll see you next time,

bye!

R. Neve