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Dreaming of Chocolate and Grey:

Chapter 29:

Married by Frank, how ironic?

As Ana and I enter the chapel her mother is waiting for us as are the rest of the gang. We are really doing this, and I have checked the paperwork and yes we are... I look at the altar we are going to be married at and I see the space were a bald Elvis should be. There is no bald anything standing there, just a worried woman cussing on her phone.

"Sorry about this, but our only Elvis has left the building and is heading to the ER..."

"Hu?" Ana says.

"No Ana, its Uh-huh, thank you very much, and then you swing your hips." Seriously Nonno? You are making jokes?

"Sorry about this, but he refuses to work without his hair and he cannot put on the replacement as his head is too sore..." Says the angry woman heading the ceremony.

"So have you anyone available right now who can marry my fiancée and I?"

"Yes, we have... You can pick from a Cher, The lead alien from when Martians Attack, Robert Patterson, you know he of Twilight fame? Bing Crosby, The Hulk, we have a Thor and we have a Sinatra and we even have a Liza Minnelli and I think we have a Santa Clause, he has to work off season too." She laughs and I can't imagine anything as tacky and as stupid as being married by anyone other than a proper godly person? Do I ask if they have Jesus lookalike? "Oh and we have a SpongeBob too..." Really? God this a nightmare and I will wake up and soon, won't I? This serious thing, this massive undertaking is a joke to them. I may have to call a halt to this farce.

"We will take the Sinatra. Please?" Ana says without hesitation. I smile because I see the irony in having a Frank marry us, and wonder does Ana?

"How long will he take to get ready?" I ask. "As we don't have all day." I am not being snappy but we are being followed by the paps and have a mad woman with a gun trying to get us, or me?

"He is nearly finished marrying his last couple. They wanted Elvis too, but he was a little shocked and sore, his toupee tape took what little hair he did have right off, when his wig was so cruelly ripped from his head, along with the hair it took his scalp skin, so he's suing me for allowing idiots to marry here. So I have to ask, are you an idiot Mr...?" She looks down at her notes, "...Grey?"

"I am not, nor am I drunk and yes I have all my faculties... I think..." I muttered...

"And you Miss... Lambert? The same question to you? I'm sorry, I now have to ask, because in all my years this is the first Elvis I have had sue me and they sue big out here, with the help of those damned ambulance chasers, he called his lawyer before he had even left the building, now I am facing handing him my ass." I look around the room and wonder if this is being filmed? I look at Taylor and he is his usual stoic self. Elliot isn't here so it is not his doing either. Ana is still smiling and I guess that's why I am doing this, for her.

"You have my deepest sympathy with the law suit, but I am fine, healthy and of sane mind, not drunk and eager to get married to Mr Grey here." The lady, as yet name unknown, signs some of her forms and wonder what the hell have I got myself into? Did she sign a NDA?

"You are both fine and sober and able to marry, and here he is, enjoy the Sinatra Wedding Experience, here at Vegas Weddings..." We smile as we see Frank in all his rat pack glory, complete with the stylish fedora, complete with its angles and attitude; he is the casual Ole Blue Eyes it seems, I guess his tux is at the cleaners?

"Wow, he looks like the real deal. I met him you know, back in Italy. Ana you're getting married by an Italian." Nonno is happy with this? I guess he is because he's grinning, as are my parents.

"Nonno, shush he's waiting for us, and he is an impersonator. Not the real one, he's been dead a while." Okay this has got a little outlandish, it's then I see the hip flask, Nonno is drunk. Great.

"Mr Grey, Miss Lambert are you ready?" We both stare at each other, as Frank welcomes us to his staged area. After he has pulled on the trade mark hat worn by the big man, tightly onto his head.

"Ana?"

"Christian?"

"Yes, we are ready." I tell him and smile, Ana makes this real, even if it is the stupidest thing I have ever done. Not the getting married thing, no that is one of my better ideas, as it goes! We step forward. As we do his hands go for his hat, and we stare as he steps away from us.

"Sorry, unlike like Elvis I don't want scalping. Now I have to ask, as I am Italian like Ole Blue Eyes, do you want marrying in Italian?"

"No Sir, my fiancée cannot speak it, so English is fine." He smiles at Ana, and we join him in his space.

"We are here today to marry," he looks down and I think great, he knows not who he is marrying, this is a great start. Why did I agree to this? "Christian and Anastasia?" We each nod. "Love and marriage, love and marriage, they go together like a horse and carriage, this I tell you, brother, because you can't have one without the other..." Great he is crooning... "Christian, is Anastasia under your skin, and is she deep in your heart? So deep in your heart, that she's really a part of you?" Seriously?

"Yes she is..." Well she is.

"Anastasia, is Christian under your skin, is he deep in your heart? So deep in your heart, that he's really a part of you?"

"Oh my god yes. Sorry I mean he is..." Okay this cannot be legal? Can it? He asks for our rings and Carla passes them over with a tear, I take them and we each place on the rings her parents wore. I will treasure this ring because it was Ana's fathers and I know how hard it was for her mother to give it to me.

"Thank you Carla..."

"Thank you Mum, it's so pretty..." Ana has a tear or two falling down her cheek. Carla sobs into her tissue and Ole Blue Eyes coughs again... Gheeze...

"Love and marriage, love and marriage, it's an institute you can't disparage, ask the gathered gentry, and they will say it's elementary... Now no man should try, try, try... to separate them and with these words... Love and marriage, love and marriage, much like Christian and Anastasia, go together like a horse and carriage... You can't have one without the other, so before god and this great crowd, I pronounce that you Christian can fly your bride, Anastasia to the moon. You may want to kiss her something stupid..." I look at Ana, look at my mom and Carla; is that it, we are married, and to the show tunes badly adapted and sang to create a marriage service? I can't think straight, but Ana's face is a picture, she wants that kiss. I lean in towards 'my bride' and as I do she smiles and meets me half way grinning like a very happy girl, and we kiss. Lord her lips are soft. We are interrupted by a cough; it seems we got a little carried away.

"Is that it?" Nonno asks.

"I was wondering that myself; is this even legal Cary?" My mother asks my father.

"Yes dear, the paperwork was done at the courthouse and this is a place legally sanctioned to marry good folks who want a quickie ceremony, and Frank here is ordained to marry those same said eager beavers." After several cheesy, as the ceremony, photographs with Frank, Frank leaves as there are more people wanting to get married. The lady in charge hands me the paperwork and the photographer takes the shots of Ana and I and our family which we paid for in our package, Ana smiles as I stand besides her and hold her tightly against my side, my eyes flit here there and everywhere.

"Christian, we are married..."

"Are you sure? I mean really that's it?" I ask in all honesty. Carla is done wiping her eyes and laughs at my concern.

"Yes, I know Christian, it doesn't feel right, because it was cheesy and quick, Frank and I had Elvis and he did the same thing, but its legal and yes very unusual." She can say that again. Taylor approaches me.

"Sir, the paparazzi have found you and Miss, sorry Mrs Grey. The cars are around the back."

"Take us back to the hotel Taylor. We have added security there." I say as I pick up my bride and carry her to the car. She giggles and plays with my hair as I head out of this side show. I wanted her to have a proper all singing dancing wedding, not this circus. "Ana, I am sorry; we will pull out all the stops and do it again in Seattle or London or anywhere else."

"Why, I loved it. It was unusual and it did the job. I love you Mr Grey."

"Mrs Grey, I love you too, and we are like a horse and carriage."

"Um, I agree, meant to be together. Now I am famished get me to my pancakes please husband..." I place her in the back seat and the others get in their car and we head out. Our blacked out windows hide us from the three or four roaches with their cameras and the ones on their scooters try to follow us. Taylor and Sawyer are trained to evade capture and we leave them in the dust of the Nevada Desert.

"Ana, you look amazing Baby..."

"This is a good look on you too. Armani?"

"It is, and this, what is this?"

"Am-Dram cast offs..."

"Is that a new label?"

"No, it is a vintage reproduction. Nice though, the veil is old and original. Now, do you feel strange like me?"

"Strange Ana, how strange?"

"Married by Frank, a Frank I might add who cannot sing for toffee."

"He did hit a bum note or three..."

"He was funny."

"Hence we need to do it properly Ana."

"Nah... I have you and you are under my skin Christian."

"You are deep in the heart of me too, wife."

"Frigging hell... We are fringing married... Frigging awesome..."

"It is Ana..."

We make out in the back of the car like teenagers. We arrive at the hotel and Ana pulls away from my lips. Taylor is out of the car and he opens Ana's door, we are greeted by the family and friends we left behind, they throw all manner of stuff at us, confetti, rice and the photographer takes a heap of photos. Ana and I, we then throw the biggest breakfast brunch of all time. I hired the actual cooks from I-hop, they came complete with their secret batter stuff and my kitchen staff were told to make them welcome. I hardly doubt my Michelin five star holding chef, was happy giving up his kitchen for the morning and I highly doubt he will want to take the credit for the pancakes anyhow.

"Ana, Christian..." Our guests are here and all look happy. Mia is leading the cheering, her much admired boss is now her sister-in-law. Elliot has on shades and looks tired. Okay he still looks drunk, as do Marco and Sunny. They look like three frat boys the night after a kegger... "Did you do it, did you get married Chris?" She flings herself at me and I hold my annoying sister tightly. She is loud, but I love her. "What was Elvis like, and did you have a fat or skinny one?" I laugh.

"We were meant to have a bald one, but he left the building and we got married by Sinatra."

"No shit?"

"Mia Trevelyan Grey..." I hear my mother shout.

"Sorry Mom... Really you are married?" I show her my ring. "You are owned brother dearest."

"I am, and I like it. It feels the same though. Now my wife and I need a drink and some food, is everything here?"

"Oh hell yeah, and it's amazing. I snuck a Butter milk stack, just to see if they are the real deal and they are. Just like the ones Dad let us have when Mom was working."

"Those were they days." I say. "I miss their pancakes and our secret outings with Dad."

"Christian, you wanted to buy the chain you loved them so much." Mia reminds me just as Ana swings by, after being hugged to death by the band and Holly.

"Hi Mia..."

"Hello Ma'am..."

"Mia, it's Ana. Just Ana. Now let me at the food I am ravenous. We had a very funny wedding and now I want to eat drink and be happy, for tomorrow I have a series of interviews to do."

"Tomorrow is a long way off Baby; we have lots to do before then." Mia goes to annoy Elliot; she gets great pleasure from plaguing the drunk. He will pass her his wallet soon enough and tell her to leave him alone and shop. Her security have been warned to keep her in ther eye line. My family have also been told the threat is a top level one and I hope they realise it is serious.

We head for the dining room, and the smell in here is amazing. I watch as Ana grabs her plate and fills it with a selection of fruit flavoured goodness.

"We need this. Mine are better though, I will make you some, when we get back home."

"Home, a home we have yet to decide upon Ana."

"Hu, yeah we have a varied selection of locations. Something else we should have discussed in more detail."

"We did sort of? Besides we won't be in any house for very long, we both have contractual obligations Baby." She cuts her pancakes up as we walk to a table, she is hungry and I must feed her. Lord where the hell did that thought come from?

"Yes, I have the new places to source and I have the book tour still to do. I threw so many things into my life to put the past behind me that it's going to be a very bizarre few months, snatched days, weeks and moments, at least until the tour is over and I get a head of house in place." We sit and eat. This is our wedding day and it feels like another day at the office, fuck I wanted more for her special day. As I eat my pancakes I see her necklace and smile.

"Have I got syrup on my chin?"

"No, I was admiring how good your necklaces look. Is that the locket?" She smiles, puts her hand over mine and pats it gently.

"It is having its first public outing. It looks nice, especially against the grey slate. Thank you."

"Thank you Baby, for making me a better man and a father."

"Hey, right back at you Christian. Now when can we disappear? I have needs, married needs?"

"I think we have to dance and cut that huge cake and do wedding stuff."

"Is swimming wedding stuff, because is Mia swimming in the pool?"

"I guess Elliot needed some peace, if you want to join them we can, swim I mean, because your uncles have just thrown Elliot in too?"

"I may do later, our family are loud and drunk and its not even midday, we have here a family of lushes. How about we swim after we make this union legal and you know consummate this little merger we undertook this morning?"

"A very unusual mergers meeting." I see the family flapping about in the pool, they look happy, wet but happy.

"You really are hung up on it aren't you, our being married by Nonno's favourite singer?"

"Ana, Nonno had his fingers in his ears."

"I think we both wish we had at one point Christian." We laugh. "If it makes you happy, we could do the whole bows flowers and whistles thing, but I really did like the funny and memorable service. Now taste this and shut up husband. Stop over thinking stuff. So can we slip away for a weekend away after the concert?"

"Nope..."

"Okay, after the Coping Together ball?"

"I have already cleared the month after the ball from my scheduled. I am taking you on a honeymoon then. Ros was given air and a cigarette when I told her to clear the decks for a month."

"Seriously?"

"Yes Ana, I have it on good authority Nonno will take over for you and Ethan and Jose will help him."

"You are so wonderful, I may love you a whole lot more."

"Yeah? Perhaps not when you hear I have booked us a month golfing in Europe."

"You did what... I am divorcing you now..."

"Joke, I am taking my clubs though." She fed me pancakes and I feasted like the kid I was when Carrick took us on our illicit outing to I-hop, we never knew when those Dad days would come around, so we filled up whilst we could. Mom is not a junk food junkie and we only got to eat the occasional heart clogging junk with Dad. We had crêpes if we asked for pancakes at home, made with whole wheat flour and they are not the same at all.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Nonno tapped his knife against his champagne flute, "we are here to witness the marriage of my beloved granddaughter Anastasia to the only man who has ever cleared the Nonno check. Christian, you are a great guy, who in the short time I have known you, you have made me feel very relaxed and happy, happy that you love her and will care for her like she deserves. Now raise those glasses because that is the only speechifying that this old guy is doing. To Ana and Christian, to love, to happiness and to you both alla tua salute. Now drink up and let's dance."

"Do you want to dance with your husband Ana?"

"I guess I do, it's the best offer I have had all day Christian."

"One dance and then we are leaving this shindig and I am taking my bride to bed."

"That sounds like a plan. Who are those guys?" She asks who the band are.

"Rascal Flatts, all good weddings have to have a few rascals in attendance. hey are the support band for the concert, i heard them rehearsing and kind of liked them."

"You like country music?"

"I like this tune, and the words mean a lot to me." The band play and I sweep Ana into my arms and do as all smooth bastards do and sweep her off her damned feet and sing to her as I we slow dance in front of our guests.

"I set out on a narrow way many years ago. Hoping I would find true love along the broken road, but I got lost a time or two. Wiped my brow and kept pushing through, I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you; every long lost dream led me to where you are.

Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars, pointing me on my way into your loving arms. This much I know is true, that God blessed the broken road, that led me straight to you

I think about the years I spent just passing through, I'd like to have the time I lost and give it back to you, but you just smile and take my hand, you've been there you understand, it's all part of a grander plan that is coming true...

Every long lost dream led me to where you are, others who broke my heart they were like northern stars, pointing me on my way into your loving arms, this much I know is true, that God blessed the broken road, that led me straight to you...

Now I'm just rolling home, into my lover's arms, this much I know is true, that God blessed the broken road, that led me straight to you. That God blessed the broken road, that led me straight to you... Now Baby the big finish..." I dip her low and kiss my wife.

"So, is that our song?"

"I guess it is. You are the only one I would travel this road with."

"Oh hell, if I wake up now and this is just a dream, then I have had a great dream. Christian..."

"Yes Ana?"

"I want to have another baby..."

"You do?"

"Yes, more than anything. I was afraid to go through it alone, but as long as we are together we can do it."

"So, we best start practicing then Mrs Grey."

"Well my implant runs out in six months, how about I don't renew it?"

"Six months, I can work with that and by then we will be settled into our forever home."

"Why Mr Grey, I do believe those words were mighty flowery and romantic."

"I have my moments Mrs Grey, I have my moments. Now let's sneak out of this breakfast meeting."

"Are we stopping here Christian?"

"I guess we are and you have your interviews here tomorrow, so for the rest of the day and all of the night you are mine. Lets practice having married sex."

"Umm, okay, you drive a hard bargain. A second stack of pancakes or sex with my husband?"

"Decisions, decisions Anastasia Grey, so I am making am executive decision..." I wave at our family and carry my wife to our rooms.

"How rude we have to listen to speeches and cut the cake."

"I will have it driven to the hotel at Calabasas, now we have things to do."

"Sexy and masterful, I like this man I married. See you later folks we have things to do." We left the room and headed to our suite. We were met by Ryan and Reynolds who were guarding it from intruders. Ryan went in and checked the rooms.

"The room is clear, Sir..." I nodded my head and carried my bride through to the bedroom.

"Christian, what have you done?"

Hearts and flowers.

My husband has decked the whole room in flowers, there are dozens and dozens of vases with roses in and jars with heart shaped candles in them. Red hearts and hundreds of them. They look so beautiful. It all looks beautiful.

"Christian, this is... This is so... This is beautiful..."

"You have my heart Baby, and now you have what I was always afraid of giving anyone, and like these candles, my heart is captured forever by a jar called Ana."

"That was so..." I am in tears and in his arms, oh lord I am happy and feel loved; I am married and feel complete. He completes me. He is mine. I am his and happy doesn't come close to describing how I feel.

"Now let's get you out of the dress, as nice as it is its covering what? Something sexy, which I know is covering something even sexier." He stood me up and carefully removed my veil, and began undoing the buttons and kissing down my neck and back as he did. I stepped out of the dress and put it over the chair, with the veil whilst he stood back and looked. "I have a very beautiful wife." I smiled as he turned me around and undid the laces of the corset that Holly had suggested would make him weak at his knees and make his dick hard for me, and as he unclipped the stockings, I saw what she meant, he was erect and ruining the fine line of his Armani, with bulges, he skilfully removed them and they joined the rest of the abandoned finery. I'm now stood in just the pretty silk knickers and Christian was grinning like the proverbial a Cheshire cat.

I disappeared into the closet and grabbed the bag from Agent Provocateur and the one from my specialist rope maker and made my into the bathroom. "Hold that thought husband, I need this to go right, I splashed out on some really nice stuff to woo you with, and I hope it works. Get a drink I maybe a while."

"We have the room all night Baby; do you want a glass of champagne Ana?"

"We'll have one in here Christian, gimmy a minute. I need to look sexy for my husband, ouch, damn it; I'm wrangling snakes in here. I mean I have mastered all manner of kink and leather, but this is very strappy and one handed knots is hard."

"I do hope not Baby, I don't want you to hurt yourself, and get yourself tied up in those knots?" I laughed as I multi-tasked. I looked at the massive bathtub, and was shocked that they had turned on the water, put in the bubbles, scattered the rose petals and put the champagne and the glasses next to the bath and lit the hundreds of tea light candles in here too, okay this is romantic too, he loves me and I worship him, and worship him I will, if I can manage this rope tying, because it is hard enough on another person, but on oneself? It is harder; it's all straps and silk and kinky knots placed to tease.

The sexy silk rope ribbons are just that, but it felt so soft against my skin and my boobs looked good in their knotted confines. I took my make up off, as Christian isn't a lover of it on me, and I put on the stuff I got from Agent Provocateur and finished it off with the fluffy slippers. To finish the look my hair is combed into loose curls.

A deep breath is taken and I went in to see him. I was so nervous, but why I was is a mystery, I didn't know why I am, because he'd seen it all before and in some very revealing poses and positions too. It worked because as I stepped back into the bedroom he stopped sipping the champagne and grinned like a naughty schoolboy; the sexy stuff seemed to be doing it for my husband. Christian is catching flies as I take the whip in my hand and strike the floor with it, it sounds divine.

"Wow, I have a sexy goddess in my bedroom my wife is a very pink tease tonight, thank you, thank you very much Mrs Grey, you wear it well. I have married a sexy chef, a smart business woman and one hell of a sex goddess; I'm one lucky bastard, because I get the whole package with you Baby."

I set about undressing him and what a good time I had too. I unbuttoned the waistcoat putting it with the rest of the abandoned clothes. I added them to the pile by undressing him slowly and seductively, each piece is thrown on top of the ever-growing pile. He was still kissing me when I pulled down his last piece of clothing, as always leave the best until last, his boxers.

They too fell to the floor and his package sprang free and was so ready. He smiled as I looked at him. He stood proud of his wonderful body as I smiled and knelt before him, I took him in my mouth and feasted on him. I took him deeper and enjoyed it, his hands fisted the curls on my head groaning as I sucked and licked him. "Baby please yes, yes Baby, oh hell yes I'm coming Baby I'm coming. Suck harder Baby I'm coming, fuck. Yes, yes, yes fucking yes." The hot salty milk hit the back of my throat all as he shook to a knee trembling finish.

"Did Sir like his first treat?" I smile as I purr Sir like it's another teasing treat for my man.

"First of just how many treats Baby?"

"There are many treats awaiting my husband, but now I think he needs a nice bubbly bath, with his wife, there's another bottle of champagne waiting."

"Okay Mrs Grey, I am feeling a little bit dirty, the ride in the elevator was a little sweaty." He was still smiling from the first of his wedding night treats.

I shivered as he pulled me towards him. His fingers are moving slowly down my back, and through the gossamer silk robes I had covering the knots of my knotted body, I could feel him raising to the occasion again, I could feel his erection and shivered. He raised me up to meet his lips, his tongue opened my mouth gently and he kissed me. "Now, let's get these off, as lovely as they are, they are stopping me from ogling my wife's birthday suit. I need to get you in that bath." I was carried to the bathroom, where he undressed me again, this time slowly.

His hands are running over the silks and the lace panels I knew were sexy, and they finished of this blushing bride thing I knew I had mastered. The negligee was the first to go as he kissed my shoulder; he turned me to face the mirror in the bathroom and watched me through it as he slipped the lace straps down my arms. He watched as the silk fell down my body, letting out a gasp as he saw what was underneath. The sheerest ropes made from the softest silk are knotted in just the right places, knots that imprison my breasts and are tied in a way that looks pleasing to a man who loves bondage and I know he does, he slipped his finger in to the tightly knotted cup and undid it with his teeth.

"No ropes and kink tonight Ana, but you look amazing Baby, and with a few embellishments, these..." He bit my nipple, a nipple that looked like it was turning blue, and I may have tied it a little tight? "...Would look amazing with some of the things I have left from my red room Mrs Grey." I sighed as I got feeling back in my poor tits. God that felt amazing, the damned relief, was so needed, I tie a mean slip knot normally, but one handed and on oneself, nope, I am glad he didn't want to indulge in his treat, they were now throbbing painfully. Cupping my breasts softly in his hands, he began caressing them. He pulled them from their remaining constraints gently and turned me to face him. He knelt before me kissing my belly, and removed my knickers, then slipping in his tongue, he played with my sex and I mewed like a cat. I had to put my hands in his hair to stop myself falling over.

He kissed my belly again and worked up to my breasts again, his lips began suckling on one and pinching the other between his finger, he pulled my nipple back and I squirmed as he let go of it, it plopped back and Christian's mouth made a pleasing sound as it was released, and he then moved to my other nipple, which thanks to the twisting and pulling of his fingers, was already hardened and just as tasty he said.

He then threw the ribbon ropes to the growing pile of unwanted expensive silks. I'm now stood in just fluffy pink slippers. He lifts the right leg and removed the first slipper kissing my ankle as he slowly put it back on the floor, and he did the same with the left, then scooped me up and put me in the water of the massive bathtub. This was nice, sensual even, the water splashed over the top as he got in too, he popped the cork on the champagne, then pouring it into our glasses, he took a mouthful, he then kissed me, allowing it to trickle from his mouth to mine, then he grabbed my face in his hands and kissed me sending the water everywhere.

Taking the glass from me, he gently pulled me towards him. He began washing me gently, touching me all over, his fingers slipped inside me as he washed my sex. Turning my back to him, he then continued to play with me, his other hand was playing with my hardened nipples, he multi tasked every sensitive part of me, all whilst he kissed my neck, so aroused am I, that my feet are braced against the bath as I shiver and shake and cry for more. He carried on playing with me his fingers going deeper and deeper; his thumb is also stroking my highly aroused sensitive spot. I couldn't hold back anymore and quivered as I came, god he's killing me with sex, lucky me.

"Turn around Ana, I want you." I happily did just that. I am hovering over his aroused shaft and I bite my lip in anticipation of what is to come. My body is crying out for more, I am over excited and over aroused, given the added romantic atmosphere in here, it increased the way we were acting, the air seemed to be charged with some sort of crazy mad sexual pheromones or something! With my sex still throbbing and my need for more, I lowered myself onto him, and as I did I am on a sensory overload and as the candles flickered, we played, he drank the champagne, which we then shared through our kisses. I was now giddy on the champagne and being his wife. The love he had shown me since we began our romance? Was mind blowing and I was happy, happy like I'd never been before. I wrapped my arms around his neck and began slowly rising and falling on him, our tongues and mouths are frantic as we kiss. Kissing his neck as he held my backside, his fingers began wandering.

He then placed a finger inside me and crap that was nice; the feelings were enhanced by my backside being immersed in the hot water. It felt different and so nice, then he helped move me up and down his shaft, it seems he wanted more action. I noticed his breathing is becoming laboured and hard, as are the kisses and thrusts, the screams and murmurs, the splashes and tears, we were both breathing hard and moaning, when suddenly everything began jarring at my senses, they were now frantic and nearing overload.

We seemed to both hit this crescendo at the same time, our love making has built up to a heavenly, painful, pleasurable, earth shattering finish, the water was everywhere and as we came together, it was frantic. Then as we each shook to a slow and heady climax, we collapsed into each other crying and hugging each other tightly. Stupidly this all seemed better now we were married and he was mine, he always had been, he just took his sweet time in realising it.

"Mrs Grey that was wonderful, married sex is the best sex and its off the scale amazing with a sexy wife willing to kink me into oblivion, thank you." I was so exhausted I didn't care that he was right, so I just nestled against his chest stated and sleepy. He stood up carrying me to the bed, grabbing a towel as he did, he then dried me. That was just as nice as the sex we'd just had. I dried him too and he laughed as I did his pride and joy, and yes, it was bloody ready again.

"Baby only you can do this to me, it's like I have a permanent hard on and a grin on my face since meeting you again." I have to say, I feel the same, my nipples are forever like coat pegs when see him and think of sex with him! He climbed in at the side of me and we rid him of his hard on several times more. When we finished our wedding night and morning sex, I am so exhausted that I simply lay in his arms, spent.

"You killed me again Grey, I'm seeing stars here and God too, I love you Christian, but I need sleep, need rest, need you later too, but first I need sleep Christian." He kissed my head as I nestled into his chest.

"Sleep my darling wife, you looked wonderful today, today was wonderful everything is wonderful, but then you are my kind of wonderful, you and our baby boy mean the world to me and I look forward to adding in a brother or sister for him." He put his arms around me and we slept, yes I want a baby, I want what he wants, a brother or sister for my angel...


Sorry for delay, but it is here, please leave a comment or two and listen to the song Bless the Broken Road by Rascal Flatts, it's amazing... I love a little country music its good for the soul...