Also, a sad disclaimer: I, unfortunately, don't own anything that has to do with the Fifty Shades trilogy. I'm just a lover of fanfiction!
"Harder! Christian, baby, go harder."
I give into my wife's insatiable demand and plow into her tight pussy with raw intensity. Her eyes are solely focused on mine and I can see the fire that lies behind them. I lift her legs to rest on my shoulders and go even deeper into her core. She moans loudly as her eyes roll backwards and her tiny fists grip the comforter enough to see her delicate knuckles turn white. I groan as I feel her clenching around me and I know her third orgasm is quickly approaching.
"Open those eyes again, baby. Let me see them when you come."
She snaps her beautiful eyes open and onto me again as she reaches her breaking point. I tilt my hips just slightly, so I can hit that sensitive spot deep inside of her and she screams out my name almost unrecognizably. I am seconds behind her when my orgasm slams into me and I spill inside of her. My arms give out as my body spasms and her walls clench me, milking out every wave of orgasm, sensually so.
I gradually lift myself from her and grab her as I twist to lay on my back and her on top of me.
"Wow, baby. So that's what married sex is like."
She giggles and I tighten my arms around her as I feel so much love for this woman at this moment. I've been out of the hospital for 3 weeks now, and although Ana and I have fooled around, this is the first time we've made love since I've woken up… and damn it was worth the wait.
Ana and I have always had great sex, but what just happened was out of this world. I'm not sure what's happened in the last 3 years, but whatever it is has turned my once demure, quiet, woman into an absolute wildcat in the bedroom. We were all over this bed in so many positions, and if she wanted something from me… she took it. She kept taking my hands in hers and placing them all over her body… grasping her breasts… kneading her ass… when she was sitting on top of me, riding me like her life depended on it, she took one of her hands and placed it on my chest to steady her while her other hand rubbed circles on her clitoris. My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I watched her pleasure herself and tilt her head back moaning my name. She has the sexiest baby bump present on her tummy and when I placed a hand over it, she looked into my eyes with such love and adoration, I thought I was going to blow my load that second. I carefully flipped her over and slowed my movements to the point where she was begging me to go harder.
I can honestly say that what I've always heard about a man's sex life after marriage is totally false. I think Ana could live on my dick and be a happy woman. I very much so lucked out in finding her. It's nothing short of a miracle that I'm lying here like this with her in my arms, given what we've been through.
I beat her for fuck's sake and she's here with me. I shudder when I think about that time when I thought her submission was what could make me happy. This… her as my wife… carrying my child… her being the mother to our unborn baby and our perfect son… this is what's made me happy. I couldn't ask for more.
"You're quiet." Ana whispers into my chest and I place a kiss on her head as a hand works its way, soothingly up and down her back.
"I was just thinking about how lucky I am… I love you so much, Anastasia."
She lifts herself off of me and settles, resting her head in a hand on a bent elbow above me, and runs her other hand lovingly through my hair.
"I'm lucky too, you know. I can't imagine ever loving anyone else the way I love you…"
I close my eyes to savor her words and she keeps running her fingers through my hair.
"You're my life, Anastasia. You, Teddy, our baby inside of you… you've given me everything."
"You've given me everything in return, Christian. I'd be lost without you."
She leans forward to meld her lips perfectly to mine and I moan as I taste her unique flavor. Nothing tastes better than my Ana…
"We should get up… our son will be waking from his nap soon, and Mommy and Daddy should be dressed when that happens." She says as she peels herself away from me and I take all of her in. She's gorgeous with her protruding baby bump, her messy sex hair is all over the place and with her perfect pregnancy glow… she is utter perfection… and she's all mine.
"Come on, Grey. Up and at 'em." She smirks at me and I sit up on the bed.
"Come here, baby. Just for a second." She saunters over to me and I place my hands on her hips as my mouth comes to her stomach and I feel our baby there when I plant a single kiss. I tilt my head to rest my cheek against her tummy and sigh in contentment.
I can't wait to meet our new baby, and to watch as Ana's stomach grows. I'll get to rub her back when it's sore and get her strange meals when she craves something… she told me with Teddy she would eat lemons all the time… that she craved the sourness, then she would eat pickles and peanut butter. I don't like that, but I'll get my wife anything she wants.
"I'll be a whale soon, so savor this time where it's just a bump." She giggles, but I frown.
"Don't talk about my sexy wife that way. You'll be voluptuous and even more gorgeous as our daughter grows inside of you."
"Already planning on a daughter, Mr. Grey?" She giggles again and I smile up at her.
"Sure am. I feel it. We're going to have a daughter." I kiss her stomach again without breaking my eye contact with her, and I notice her breath hitch.
The smallest things get my wife going, and I love finding out what all they are.
"Okay, time to get dressed, Mr. Grey." I playfully swat her behind as my arms are still around her and the slap draws her further into me.
"Behave, Christian! There's no more time for your naughtiness until later."
"Ah, let's talk about how naughty I can be, shall we?" I pull her down to the mattress and loom over her. My heart feels like it's beating out my chest as I look at her smiling face that has lit up with excitement. Nothing in this world is more beautiful that my wife. "I love you."
She doesn't reply as my mouth covers her and I groan against her lips. Just as I feel myself about to lose control, a noise distracts me.
I hear babbling over the baby monitor saying 'up' over and over again, and I realize our beloved son has decided that Mommy/Daddy play time is over. I grumble as Ana rolls away from me and reaches for her clothes that have scattered all over the floor.
Once she's dressed, I slip on my jeans and we both head out to get our darling boy so that we can spend the rest of the afternoon, with all of us together.
A/N
I've gotten several requests for what memories Christian should recover, and I'll be doing each and every one you ask for. Seriously.
AND UPCOMING CHAPTERS WILL START TO REVEAL THE NATURE OF THE ACCIDENT. I think we've waited long enough. Any guesses as to who is to blame?