A/N: Thank you again to all the readers following my story.
This chapter Christian puts his worry about Gideon Cross (who is not coming in) to rest and of course, the honeymoon.
Important: I do not own Fifty Shades Trilogy or the characters. They belong to the very talented E.L. James.
Christian POV:
We are in the jet and I excused myself as this thing with New York Publishing and, more importantly Gideon Cross, has been driving me insane since yesterday morning. I know Ana is married to me, but I just can't get this out of my mind until I know what went down.
Ana came in saying she is taking a nap and she would like it if I could be finished by the time she wakes up. I will make sure I wake her up personally, but I just have to do this first. I sit back and start arranging my thoughts and here's why this is bugging me. New York Publishing is a very strong publishing house with its listed authors as well as financials, so why sell in the first place? Had it been mine, I wouldn't even consider selling. Secondly, if I had made that offer to Cross, he would have refused right away, no negotiations. Most importantly, there is the offer itself. He accepted her first offer, no negotiations for a higher price, which is also what I would have expected. It was a good offer, but he could have gotten way more and knowing Ros, she advised Ana to offer a much lower price than what they were prepared to pay. This whole thing makes no business sense taking into consideration that Cross is…well Cross. He is not stupid and knows he could have pushed for much more.
So, thinking about all this, the answer to why he sold it to Ana, is not one I like. Fuck, I almost feel sorry for him now. Whatever the plan was, it didn't work and now I own New York Publishing, well since the wedding, half of it anyway.
I go to the archived e-mails she and Taylor sent me and put in the search field Cross, and what do you know, several e-mails from both with Cross in it.
From: Anastasia Steele
To: Christian Grey
Date: 18 January 2012
Subject: Acquisition: New York Publishing
Dear Christian,
Early December I flew to New York to meet with Gideon Cross at his office in the Crossfire as I wanted to find out if he will be willing to sell New York Publishing to me.
The meeting went well and he was interested in what I was offering. Ros and Welch did their homework on the company a while ago and looking at their current earnings, listed writers, current projects and then the projected earnings, the acquisition looked like a good idea.
We went through the financials for the last three years as well and NYP is a solid company. I was surprised that he actually sold it, but definitely not complaining.
Attached to this e-mail are all documentation and investigation results on New York Publishing.
Anyway, long story short, I made the deal and it went through today. Gideon is flying to Seattle to do a proper hand over to me at the end of the month as he is aware I was in an accident and don't think I should travel at this stage.
This is business Christian, purely business. I know you are extremely jealous of all things male, but honestly, although I will admit he is easy on the eyes, he's got nothing on you baby. I miss seeing your gorgeous face and that sexy as hell smile.
I love you.
Always and forever yours,
Ana
Of course he was interested in what you had to offer Ana, only you weren't offering what he thought he would get. Ana knows me well and yes, I am extremely jealous of all things male when it comes to Ana, I mean, which man won't be if you have her in your bed. Easy on the eyes…gah…damn straight he's got nothing on me…I'm your husband after all. And of course he would be considerate enough to not have Ana travel two and a half weeks after a minor accident…fucking prick. Sure Grey, now it is a minor accident and last week you almost ripped Taylor's head of because of this minor accident.
From: Jason Taylor
To: Christian Grey
Date: 2 February 2012
Subject: Male population of Seattle
Morning Mr. Grey,
I think this is the first time that I am glad you are not here as you would have had a heart attack.
There was an article recently in a local magazine about rising woman in the business world. Well, with the acquisition Ms. Steele did with New York Publishing that she bought from Gideon Cross and being the owner of GEH as well as Grey Publishing, she was of course featured in the magazine as well.
It was really a well written article Sir and I thought you would like to see the piece that they wrote about Ms. Steele.
"Anastasia Rose Steele: Twenty two year old Lit Major – turned billionaire overnight with the death of her boyfriend, Christian Grey, this young lady has taken the business world by storm. According to sources, Ms. Anastasia Steele went from being calm, shy and overall just a sweet girl, to a force to be reckoned with in the boardroom. Dr. Grace Travelyn would not comment, but did say that her son, Christian Grey, would be extremely proud of the business woman his girl has become.
Not only is she extremely intelligent and obviously a fast learner in business, but she has a natural beauty that very few woman can match."
This article is causing chaos Sir. Every young man out there, and would you believe it…even woman, is writing to Ms. Steele to introduce themselves. We received gifts and letters more than we can count. This is a disaster.
Ms. Steele has been made aware of this as her security has been increased and I even went as far as to employ a female CPO, Prescott, to ensure Ms. Steele is even protected in the ladies room. She has not complained yet, but knowing her need for independence, she will soon enough.
Wish me luck Sir.
Kind Regards,
Jason Taylor
Head of personal security, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
Fuck, fuck, FUCK! This is exactly what I'm worried about, every male out there wanting what is mine. Seriously, it's not as if there is a shortage of brunettes in America. Good thinking on the female CPO, but I wonder what happened to her as I have not seen her.
From: Jason Taylor
To: Christian Grey
Date: 19 February 2012
Subject: Article: Ms. Steele and Mr. Cross.
Morning Mr. Grey,
Another article regarding NYP Sir. I cannot for the life of me understand why this is getting so much media attention. I mean, you bought SIP and even after the crash, the media did not react this way. You won't like this Sir, but as always, I present the truth. I can honestly tell you that Ms. Steele has no romantic interest in Mr. Cross at all, not too sure about him though…he seems to be very… accommodating where Ms. Steele is concerned, if you know what I mean. I skipped the boring plain business stuff of the article that basically contains everything you will have on hand about the acquisition itself and gave you the part I think you will be interested in. Apparently both Ms. Steele and Mr. Cross agreed to each answer three non-business related questions.
Seattle's own sweetheart, the beautiful Anastasia Steele, has agreed to do an interview with us regarding the recent addition of New York Publishing to the already huge portfolio of Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc, previously owned by the late Christian Grey.
We were also lucky enough to get an interview with Mr. Gideon Cross of Cross Industries that sold NYP to Ms. Steele a couple of weeks ago. We are quite honoured that he agreed to this as normally he refuse all interviews from the media.
Never the less, both agreed to three non-business related questions each and they had to answer as best they could, some very personal, some not so much. First we have the lovely Anastasia.
Anastasia, what do you have to say regarding the media reporting that you were only involved with Christian Grey for money?
Well, what can I say? No matter what I say or do, there will always be those few who would believe what they want as opposed to the truth. What I can tell you is that I love Christian Grey to this very day. He is the love of my life and there will never be anyone else for me.
Wow, that is some answer and taken from your answer, can we assume that the reports of a romantic relationship between you and Gideon Cross are also false?
Absolutely, the only relationship between Mr. Cross and me is that of business acquaintances. I made him an offer for his publishing house and he accepted. All communication and interaction we had was strictly business and nothing more. As I said, I will always only love Christian Grey.
What is the last thing you see in the evening before you go to sleep?
That is a bit personal, but since I agreed to three questions… The last thing I see before I go to bed and the first thing I see when I wake up is Christian Grey.
That sounds a bit…obsessive Ms. Steele.
That's not a question.
Well readers, that's it for the feisty yet sweet Ms. Anastasia Steele and the next questions were for Mr. Gideon Cross.
Mr. Cross, you recently became acquainted with Ms. Anastasia Steele. How would you describe her?
I knew the questions would be non-business, but that is a bit personal. Ms. Steele is truly a rare gem and Christian Grey was a lucky man to have had her in his life. She is loving and loyal, but also feisty and knows what she wants. Honesty is also very important to her. Apart from this, there is the obvious…Anastasia Rose Steele is hands down one of the sexiest woman in America.
Mr. Cross, it is well known that you don't date, would you make an exception for the lovely Anastasia?
Without a doubt or regret and if she were not so in love with Christian Grey, I would be in constant contact with her. As things stand at the moment however, we are colleagues and nothing more.
Last question Mr. Cross. Why part with New York Publishing?
Strategy and this interview are officially over.
There you have it folks, one of the most eligible bachelors, Gideon Cross, and one of the sexiest woman in America, Anastasia Steele, are not involved and therefore still both single. Pity, these two would make one hell of a Power Couple.
Sir, I called Dr. Flynn and he saw the article as well. He said that if you were here, he would tell you to put your head between your knees, look at your feet and count to ten, it should help before you go thermonuclear. I wish I could spare you this, but you would have seen it eventually.
Remember, she loves you and there is nothing anyone can do about that!
Kind Regards,
Jason Taylor
Head of personal security, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
This is not happening. This is not fucking happening! Strategy, fuck his strategy. She is my wife and he will keep his fucking hands to himself. She. Is. Mine. Forever. Fuck I have to calm down. John and Taylor know me well. I follow John's advice and yes, it helps. When I come back up I see Taylor standing in the doorway looking very concerned.
"Sir, from that position I can only guess what is on that screen in front of you."
"Come in and close the door Taylor."
He comes in and sits on the chair in front of the desk.
"He calls the selling of NYP to Ana strategy. What the fuck Taylor? This acquisition just made no sense to me and now I know why. He would have never sold it to me and definitely not at that price. Fuck, I wouldn't even have considered selling if it were mine. Do you think he sold it to her…because of her, because he wants her?" O fuck I need to put my head down again.
"Sir, can I answer honestly?"
"I surely don't want you to lie to me."
"For a man like Gideon Cross, who is well known for preferring brunettes as companions, what is not to want? She is extremely good looking, which you don't need me to tell you, sweet, honest and at the time, possibly the richest woman in America with her ownership of GEH and everything under it." He looks at me deep in thought. "Have you read her responses Sir?"
"Yes, I have." I drag both hands through my hair and still feel as if I could punch a hole in the jet.
"So, what's the problem? She married you. She is your wife. You own everything there is about her." I know, I know, I know, but still…
"You know Taylor, during the interview we had last year on the 9th of May, Anastasia stated that I've had to sacrifice family life for my work. Do you know what my answer to that was Taylor?"
"No Sir"
"That's not a question. Almost a year later, she was sitting in my position, running my company, giving that exact same answer to someone who stated something to her during an interview. Don't you think that is weird?"
"No Sir, not weird. You two fill each other so completely that you learn how to think like the other, how to respond like the other. That is not weird Sir, that is magical. Gideon Cross should not factor in your life, he is not a factor in Ana's, and you should not make him an issue. She never showed any signs of wanting him, not once. Never even had a conversation with him that did not relate to NYP. You should read her part of the interview again and then delete that mail."
"Before you go Taylor, what happened to Prescott?" Taylor goes pale and fuck, is everything in the last eight months a potential heart attack? I need to sit Ana down after the honeymoon and get a full and comprehensive run down of what the hell went on here.
"There was an incident and Ms. Steele was rightfully offended and she fired Prescott."
"Ana fired Prescott…herself?" This was not just some incident if Ana did it herself.
"Yes Sir."
"And what are you not telling me? What did Prescott do, exactly?" He takes a deep breath, the unconscious sign Taylor gives me when the news is not going to please me.
"Ms. Steele had a panic attack in the ladies room at SIP after a meeting. It was not the meeting itself, that I know, but Ms. Steele would not tell me what the panic attack was about. Prescott called Sawyer to ask for assistance as he knows how to snap her out of it, but Prescott thought he took to long and…she… slapped Ms. Steele." Slapped Ms. Steele? Maybe putting my head between my knees would not be such a bad idea right now. With my head between my knees I ask Taylor if Ms. Steele sustained any other injuries while I was gone to which he first laughed and then tried to cover it up with a cough. I look up and give him a look that would scare the shit out of anyone but Ana, Taylor and Ros.
"Sir, she trained and got hit quite a few times, but maybe we should discuss this another time. You should finish up here and go see your wife." And he leaves as silently as he came in and I vow to get every bit of information on the last eight months, and soon.
I read her responses again and that calms me dramatically. I delete the mails and with that say goodbye to my worry about Cross. I look at my left hand and smile at the wedding bad resting on my finger. I am her husband. I am the most important man in her life. She chose me. With that running through my head, I go off to look for my wife and to my utter delight, she is still sleeping, on her back, in only my t-shirt and underwear looking very comfortable. I glance at my watch and we still have a few hours to go.
I gently close the door and remove my clothes while keeping my eyes on her sleeping form. She truly is a rare gem, one of a kind and she is Mrs. Grey. What did I ever do to deserve her? Maybe this is the universe's idea to make up for the horrible start I had in this life? Whatever it is, I am the luckiest fucking man alive.
I literally stalk my wife and try my best to get to her without waking her. With that smile on her face in her sleep I am wondering if she is dreaming of us and then she softly moans my name. I pause for a moment to see if she is awake and nope, still fast asleep and pat myself on my back for my perfect timing, this could not be more perfect.
I gently move the t-shirt up and bend down to kiss her right on her clit through the thong she is wearing and she squirms. I glance up and again wonder what she could be dreaming about then bend down and run my tongue over her wet sex. She is definitely dreaming of something that is turning her on big time.
I slip my finger inside her and she moans my name filled with lust. I continue to move my hand very slowly and very gently fuck her with one finger while I move up to whisper softly in her ear "Come on baby, wake up. I want to see the lust in your beautiful eyes."
She moans softly and whispers my name while very slowly opening her eyes and just as I thought, they are filled with lust. I smile down at her, never stopping my hand. "Good dream?"
"Ah…yes, very good…shit, that feels so good…" She tilts her head back and closes her eyes.
"No, Anastasia, open your eyes, I want to see you." I slip in a second finger and I'm rewarded with a passionate moan and her hand slips into my hair gently grabbing a handful and pulling with enough force to wake up the beast in me, but I try my best to tame him as I want this nice and slow for a while longer.
I lift myself and tell her to take of the shirt while I quickly remove her panties and then go back to gently fucking her with two fingers again. I look at her face and see the lust grow in her eyes when she glances down at my hand for a few seconds and then back to my face.
She takes her bottom lip, soft from sleeping, between her teeth and I move closer to gently remove it with my own teeth and then slip my tongue in her mouth when she moans again. The beast in me wants to be set free, but I need a few more minutes of this before I fuck her senseless.
I push her back down with my body and literally devour her mouth with my tongue. When I think that she will need a break to catch her breath, I move across her jaw to her ear and nibble on it before going down her neck and to her collarbone where I suck on her perfect skin.
"Christian, please," I slip another finger in and she moans very loudly and then ask for more. I slip a third finger in and increase my speed, but I don't want her to cum on my hand so I kiss her on her mouth before moving down and removing my hand.
"What? Please…more, I'm so close." She half sits up and she looks adorable pouting.
"Lay back down Anastasia, you will cum…soon." She gets back down and I take her legs and put one on each shoulder while kissing her thighs and moving down until I reach my goal. I gently nibble on her clit before tracing the outer lips of her sex with my tongue and she squirms again. I bend down and suck hard before slipping my tongue into her sex with deliberate force and feel her climax building under my touch.
"Hold on baby, not yet." I fuck her with my tongue while biting her softly in between. I get up and slip two fingers back in, "Take your breasts in your hand baby and pinch the nipples, don't release until you climax." I get back to my task at hand and suck on her clit while finger fucking her and she must be out of her mind by now. I remove my hand and slip my tongue back in while I message her clit with my thumb and soon enough she has a spectacular orgasm, screaming my name while I lap up her delicious juices.
I get onto my knees, not removing her legs from my shoulders, and set the beast free. Ana have her arms stretched above her head gripping on the headboard so hard her knuckles are turning white and she is struggling to try and keep quiet with all the security we have on board.
Bending forward to kiss her, her knees are almost touching her upper body and fuck, I have never been this deep in her and shit, but it feels amazing and I start to fuck her even harder and faster. Where our skin touch I can feel the sweat starting to form and I wish we could stay like this forever.
"Fuck baby, can you feel how deep I am? This feels so good Ana. I think I just found my new favourite position for fucking you."
"Every position you fuck me in is your favourite Christian," and then she rolls her eyes.
"Fair point well made Mrs. Grey, but did I just see you roll your eyes at me."
"Uhm, yes…but please can you punish me later since…we're a bit busy and the moment and…ahhhh…I think I will cause you physical harm if you stop now."
"Wouldn't dream of stopping now Mrs. Grey." And with that I totally lose control over the beast and I hope she will be able to walk off this plane.
I feel her muscles contracting and then she finds her release seconds before I find my own. I let her legs down and collapse on top of her.
After our breathing has returned to normal, I roll onto my back bringing her with me and move her hair behind her ear, "Welcome to the mile high club Mrs. Grey."
"Were you already a member?" I smile at the jealousy in her voice that she is trying, very unsuccessfully, to hide.
"I am now and what a spectacular why to enter into it." I kiss her on the top of her head and lift her chin so that I can look her in the eyes, "Another first baby."
Pleased by my answer, she puts her head back on my chest and her arm tightens around my waist. We just hold each other for about twenty minutes before curiosity gets the better of me.
"So, want to tell me what you were dreaming about earlier?" By the blush covering her cheeks, I pretty much have my answer.
"Friday morning…in our bedroom…before you left for work," That was a spectacular way to start the day but I want her to tell me about the dream…in detail.
"And what happened in your dream?"
"You know, you were there." She hits me softly on my stomach while giggling.
"Well, I was there Friday morning, but I was hoping you could tell me about the dream you just had. It must have been quite a dream to turn you on in your sleep." She looks up into my eyes and I they are filled with mischief, not something I normally see in her.
She gets onto her knees while trying to decide what to tell me. Her eyes are going over my body slowly and she is biting that damn lip of her and I feel myself getting hard again.
"Well, it was pretty much the same as then. I was sucking on your very hard dick," she takes my now erect dick in her hand and move up and down slowly but with a firm grip "Just like this…" and she bends down sucking my dick…hard and I am gripping the sheets next to me. "While running my nails over your delicious body," again demonstrating as she talks and I am ready to go again, "and then you moved me while you got behind me, gripping my hair and fucking me hard and fast, hitting that spot you know so well, and…" she is moving her one hand over my dick while she is talking and dragging the nails of the other over my chest and abs and I think I heard enough. I flip her over and get behind her and then grabbing a handful of her hair with just enough force to not hurt her.
"Like this Anastasia?" I get out before impaling her with my dick and she gasps loudly before pushing back into me, meeting me thrust for thrust.
"Yes, just like this."
"You get turned on…dreaming of me…fucking you?" I ask between thrusts and this will definitely be hard and fast.
"You could turn me on by just looking at me, dream or reality," she answered breathlessly and she won't last much longer, in fact, neither will I, so I move my arm around her waist.
"Touch yourself Anastasia. I need you to get there now." She obeys my instruction, something I'm still getting used to, and we find our release together. She collapses on the bed with me on top of her. This has to be the best fucking flight ever.
"Baby, that was absolutely fucking awesome. I'm going to take a shower real quick while you recover." I kiss her cheek and get up. "I can feel you checking me out Anastasia," and I don't have to look back to know my wife is blushing ten shades of red right now.
Ana POV:
I'm stretched out on a sun lounge next to Christian. I'm reading a novel and I am unbelievably happy. Who would have thought a month ago that I will be on my honeymoon today? Who would have thought ten months ago that I will get married to Christian Grey? We have two days left before we have to go home and decided to take it easy as Christian is still having great difficulty walking and even use one crutch sometimes during the day. He won't say anything, but I can see he is in pain.
We are on a luxury yacht in the Caribbean near the Bahamas and the trip has been absolutely amazing. We flew from Seattle to Miami where we boarded the yacht and sailed past the Turks and Caicos Islands before going to Barbados where we spent three days. The highlight in Barbados was the Atlantis Submarine. Taylor arranged a VIP tour for all of us which started on a catamaran, the Ocean Quest, before boarding the submarine. Christian and I set in front with the pilot and the hour below the surface was awesome. On the return trip on the Ocean Quest, we enjoyed cocktails and the timing was perfect as we were able to watch the sunset. Back at the Reservations Lounge, we each received a personalized dive certificate and a souvenir while we enjoyed wine and hors d'oeuvres before we returned to our yacht.
After Barbados, we spent two days on the St. Barts island which is just eight square miles and I could listen all day to Christian speaking French with the locals. He was so relaxed and it was good to see him in casual wear for the entire trip. In St. Barts we swam with dolphins which were an experience that I will never forget. The instructors gave various historical facts about the island but unfortunately I was so excited that all I could remember was that the island was discovered by Christopher Columbus in 1493, but was first occupied by the French in 1648.
Christian is wearing only shorts and looks utterly relaxed reading my proposal for the two publishing houses. He has not said anything yet, so I am getting a bit nervous as to what he is thinking.
I only bought New York Publishing because he has to go to New York on business quite often and I would like to go with him on these trips. Having something to do in New York, it will be a business trip for both of us and I won't seem like a wife that can't leave her husband's side.
I put the book down, put my earphones in and listen to the playlist I made with all the songs that reminds me of us and think about what it took to get us here, to where we are now. Looking into his gray eyes after my disastrous entrance into his office. His reaction to me asking him if he is gay. The day we went for tea after the photo shoot in Portland. The alcohol induced phone call. The first time he made love to me. The day he asked me to marry him, not that it was a good day. Sleeping next to him in the hospital and finally, the magical night he made love to me for the first time as husband and wife…when he fucked me senseless in the playroom...I was tied with the drapes…blindfolded…while he dripped candle wax onto my erect nipples, and I could smell the white lilies of the scented candles I put on the one nightstand…ice running over my over heated, over sensitive body…I felt the dried wax cracking on my nipples…with the vibrator inside my sex, he slipped a lubricated finger into my rosebud and the sensation overload was…
"This is really good Ana." Yeah, it was really good. I know I am biting my lip and all this daydreaming is making me really horny right now.
"Did you hear me Anastasia, I said this is good." I take out the earphones and look at him…smirking at me.
"Yes…yes I heard you. Thank you. I really like the name changes to Grey Publishing – Seattle and Grey Publishing – New York." I run my eyes over him and he looks extremely irresistible right now with his shades back on, hair a mess and his one hand behind his head. The sun shining on his gorgeous tanned body…hard abs…strong arms…broad shoulders...
His smirk turns into that oh-so-sexy smile that has every woman panting like a teenager when he decides to use it as a weapon…a weapon of spontaneous combustion…it should really be declared illegal if you ask me.
"You know Mrs. Grey, I would bet half our fortune that you are very, very turned on right now. What were you thinking about over there?" You…fucking me senseless in our playroom…my hands tied with the red silk drapes and…shit, there I go again. I clear my throat and shake my head in a ridiculous attempt to clear the vivid pictures of my husband running through it.
"Nothing…and I am not turned on." Fuck girl, no sense denying it, he reads you like a book…his favourite book. He frowns and gives me his CEO expression.
"Well, in that case, do you want to go out on the jet ski?" See, this is what denying it gets you, riding on a jet ski when you could be riding your sexy husband.
"You sure you are up to it? We could do something else?"
"Yes I'm up to it Anastasia, and since you are not turned on, nothing much to do right now that can't wait until later." He smiles at me and gets up to take my hand and help me up. We get to the jet ski and Taylor helps us get it ready. Christian lets me sit in front of him and whispers in my ear "The cold water should cool you down. Not that you are turned on." The bastard, he is doing this on purpose.
Safe to say, the cold water did nothing to cool me down, not with Christian sitting behind me, the strong muscles in his arms flexing as he controls the jet ski, his breathing in my neck, the vibration of the jet ski below me and the hard kisses he give me on my neck and shoulders every couple of minutes and most definitely not with his large erection pressing against my ass.
After about thirty minutes, Christian must have decided that he has tortured me enough. I was already turned on before he started this and now I am just plain horny as hell. We get back to the yacht and Taylor and Sawyer put the jet ski back while Christian gives me a towel and starts to walk to our cabin, never looking back at me.
I decide to follow him and maybe, just maybe I get lucky. As I walk into our cabin the door slams behind me and Christian pulls me back and pin me to the door, his erection pushing into me and I am about to spontaneously combust. How much can a girl honestly take? The ride on the jet ski was actually thirty minutes of foreplay.
"Never be too shy to tell me when you want me Anastasia. I will happily fuck your brains out anytime you want me to." My nipples are so erect they are aching, my bikini bottoms are soaking wet, my breathing is erratic and my heart is going at a hundred miles per minute. Could I possibly be more turned on? "Do you want me to fuck your brains out now Anastasia?" Biting me on the shoulder "Do you need me inside you?" Pushing my bikini bottom down "Are you turned on?" Pushing two fingers inside me and oh fuck…I am going to come real, real soon.
"Yes." Surely he did not expect anything other than that in my current condition.
"Yes what Anastasia? I can feel how wet you are for me and I can feel you are close. What do you want me to do?" And I was wrong. He does expect full, logical sentences while I am literally going out of my freaking mind.
"I want you to fuck me please."
"Were you turned on earlier?" Oh for fuck sakes, seriously?
"Yes."
"And what turned you on?" Would you please just fuck me already?
"I was thinking about when you took my virginity…and…oh yes…I was thinking…ah…" How can I possibly talk when he is biting my nipple and fucking me with three fingers?
"You were saying…" Smug bastard.
"Oh, yes…I was thinking about…I'm so close…" I can feel him laughing against my breast.
"Yes, I do believe you are, but we are still having a conversation. So, you were thinking about…?" Maybe I should just push him away and take care of business myself while he watches, that would teach him a lesson.
"I was thinking about how you fucked me in our playroom." There, now damn it, get on with fucking me now.
"Ah, yes, that should be enough to turn you on. Anything in particular?" How does he always manage to stay so cool in situations like this?
"Seriously Christian, you want to discuss this now?"
"Yes I do."
"Why?" The idea of taking care of myself right now is starting to sound really appealing.
"Because I can." Yes, the answer for most of the times I ask why he does anything.
"Just because you can, does not mean you should." And there is my standard response to his cocky "because I can". "So, are you going to fuck me or not?"
"Feisty, Mrs. Grey." He picks up speed and I am on the edge and just need that little… "Would you like to come now Anastasia?" Is he fucking with me right now? I give him the ultimate death glare and he moves back and hold up his hands in mock surrender fucking smiling at me…yes, both hands…both fucking hands…the bastard!…I was sooo close. At my obviously murderous expression he starts laughing.
I stand there for a fraction of a second, stunned and unbelievably frustrated and decide so be it, I will show the smug bastard. I remove my clothes very seductively and very slowly and walk over to the dresser. I take out that small bullet vibrator and one larger one and lie down on the bed. Christian is watching me, partially stunned himself and a whole lot turned on himself. Too fucking bad Grey.
I open my legs wide and when he tries to sit between them I gently push him off the bed with my one foot. "Ah, ah, ah Mr. Grey. You had your chance. Now be a good husband and watch while I take care of business...myself" Well, safe to say, he is one highly aroused Christian Grey right now.
I take the larger vibrator and gently slide it inside my wet sex on the highest setting. I watch Christian as his eyes are fixed on the vibrator in my hand going into me. Just as I am starting to reach my climax, I take the bullet vibrator, on the highest setting as well, and put it on my clit just like he told me last time and oh holy fucking cow…this is awesome…and I come spectacularly while my husband stand and watch.
Before I could even blink, my hands are above my head, both vibrators…somewhere and Christian enters me very roughly and fucks me like his life depended on it. I did not even have time to ride out the first orgasm yet and he is fucking me into another one.
"That was quite a performance Mrs. Grey." He is breathless and damn, I'm so not up for conversation right now. Did he not learn his lesson? "So fucking hot…hottest thing I've ever seen…you can take care of business…anytime you want baby…as long as I get to watch…Fuck Ana, I'm close…come for me."
I'm lying in Christian's arms in the cabin and everything is quiet with the only sound coming from the sea surrounding us. "Thank you Christian. This was truly the best honeymoon any girl can ask for. Do you know how much I love you?"
"As much as I love you…and that is a whole lot Ana. You are the best thing that ever happened to me and I will make sure you know that every day for the rest of our lives." He is rubbing my back and takes a while before continuing. "I wanted to take you to London first for our honeymoon and then a cruise in the Mediterranean, but Taylor could not get passed all the laws prohibiting firearms in time to where we wanted to go and I don't feel comfortable enough yet to go somewhere with unarmed security, but I will take you there one day soon baby. " He kisses me softly on my head and then we just lay there, holding each other and enjoying the peace and quiet before we go back to face everything we left behind in Seattle.
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