Chapter 29
I wake and stretch. This bed feels so good. I realize that Christian isn't beside me. He must be on that damn phone or lap top again. I get up and run in to relieve myself and quickly brush my teeth. I head for the living room and open bedroom door. The most delicious sent hits me. I gaze in wonderment as I look around. The entire room is covered in flowers. It looks like a fairyland of flowers. The arrangements are all soft pinks and pale yellows with white and they are on every flat surface on the room. The scent is almost overwhelming.
"Christian?" I gasp.
Christian appears from across the room. He is still in his pajama bottoms, bare chested, tousled morning hair. He walks over to stand in front of me. "You have my heart. Here are the flowers." And with that, he drops to his knees," Anastasia Grey. I love you. I want to love, cherish and protect you for the rest of my life. Be mine. Always. Share my life with me. Marry me " he whispers.
I drop to my knees never breaking our gaze, and trace his lips with my index finger. I stroke his cheek. "Always, Christian."
Christian puts his arms around me and pulls me to him holding me tight. "Happy anniversary, Baby." He whispers in my ear.
"Happy anniversary, Christian." I whisper back.
Christian stands and pulls me to my feet. He scoops me into his arms and takes me back to bed. He lays me on the soft mattress. I look up at the beautiful man that looms over me. He removes his pajama bottoms and slides in to bed next to me. He takes me in his arms and pulls me to him tightly and kisses me softly, yet long, slow and wet. He traces my curves over my silk nightgown finally sliding his hand under the gown and over my skin. His hand starts on my thigh and slides upward and then over the curve of my behind, up my back and under my arm until it softly rests on my breast, caressing and stroking it. It makes me quicken.
"I love you so much, Ana." He whispers against my lips. He gently slides my gown up and over my head and I lift to help him. I bend to kiss his chest softly and gently. I hear Christian let out a soft moan as I trail kisses across his bare chest. My hand falls to his belly and then skims downward slowly and I take him in my hand. Softly stroking and kneading, I feel his breathing quicken.
Christian cups my face in his hands and pulls me up until his lips meet mine. Again he wraps me in his arms and he kisses me. He turns over until my back is against the mattress and he is hovering over me. I feel his hand between my knees as he softly skims it upward until he gently finds the apex of my thighs. I gasp. Christian nuzzles and kisses my neck as he slowly parts my legs and moves between them. As gently as if were the first time, he slides himself into me, slowly and sweetly. I raise my legs and slide my calves down the length of his legs until my ankles entwine with his.
Christian begins to gently move, entering and leaving me with soft, slow, steady advances. He looks into my eyes and presses his lips to mine. His kiss is long and slow and steady. I can feel his heartbeat against my chest. I circle my arms around his neck and continue to stroke the length of his legs with my feet and calves. Our lovemaking is sweet and gentle, almost delicate. I can feel every muscle in his body flex and relax with his every movement. He bends his head and I feel his breath against my breast. It is warm and moist against my skin. He trails soft kisses over my breast before he takes it into his mouth. His eyes closed, he gently pulls and suckles and I hear a faint moan but I don't know if it is Christian or me.
We never speak. We don't need to. I can see the love and adoration for me in his eyes. He is professing his feelings for me with his gentle, easy, lovemaking. I can feel my body beginning to tense under him. Christian raises his head and stares down into my eyes. He increases his speed without sacrificing his gentleness. I look deep into his gaze as I catch my breath and fall over the edge. I surround him with my undulations and he stills as his face tenses and his belly shudders. As I begin to wane, he relaxes and lowers his body onto mine engulfing me with his arms.
I hear him softly utter, "I love you, Ana Grey."
I hold him tightly," I love you Christian Grey."
We lie like this for an eternity, Christian has not left me. His head rests on my breasts and he is teasing my breast with his fingers, tracing its outline and kissing my skin. I run my fingers through his beautiful copper hair and kiss the top of his head as I stroke his back with my fingertips. We are still in silence.
"I can hear your heart beat." Christian whispers.
"I can feel yours."
"Christian, how did you get all those flowers in there? They weren't there last night."
"I arranged it with the concierge. I had them bring them up bright and early this morning. First I had them clean up the dessert cart mess."
"I didn't hear anyone come in."
"I made sure they were quiet. Wasn't easy."
"You are so sweet, Mr. Grey. You never cease to amaze me."
"I do try, baby."
"Yes you do. And I thank you."
"Well, Baby. It's Saturday, do you want to get out today? Find something to do?" Christian asks.
"If you want to. I'm not in any big rush. It's so nice just lying here with you."
Christian lifts his head and kisses my tummy and skims his nose across my skin. "You smell so good."
He rolls over and stretches. "I guess we could start with a shower, then get out for a while and see what's going on in the world."
"That sounds pretty good."
Christian rolls over and kisses me. "Mmmm, you taste good too."
He kisses me again. And then he kisses me again. "I think I could kiss you all day, Mrs. Grey."
I smile at him and tweak his nose. "As long as you kiss me the rest of your life, Mr. Grey."
"Okay. I'll turn on the shower. Get up. "Christian throws off the sheet and rolls out of bed. I watch him walk toward the bathroom. Every muscle in his trim body flexes as he makes his way across the room.
I watch and admire. " , have I ever told you that you have a mighty fine ass? Not just good, but mighty fine."
Christian stops and looks over his shoulder, "Huh." He shrugs and continues on into the bathroom. Damn he's still so hot.
I hear the water start and drag myself out of bed and head to join Christian in the water. Christian soaps up the bath sponge and washes me from the neck down. Then he gets the shampoo and lathers my hair, massaging my scalp and neck. This is wonderful. I return the favor.
We are out and getting dried off and dressed. Christian is in his jeans, white linen shirt and leather slip-ons. I'm in a floaty skirt, linen top and sandals. Hair in a ponytail. "Ready Mrs. Grey?" Christian extends his hand and I take it and we walk down the hall to the elevators. Christian punches the button and elevator 3 opens.
"Aww. It's our elevator." I wink over at him.
Christian steps in and I follow. The door closes and we begin our descent to the lobby. Christian looks over at me and smiles a wicked glint in his eye. He lunges at me. He grabs both of my hands in one of his and holds them up above my head. His hips pin me to the wall. He pulls my ponytail to force my head up to his and he kisses me. He stops just long enough to quickly press the stop button and the elevator quickly comes to a halt.
Christian's mouth returns to mine and begins its long slow exploration. He releases my hands and I circle his neck with my arms. His hand gathers my skirt up until he is able to reach my bare leg. He slowly slides his hand up my thigh. I am able to break away from his kiss.
"Christian. We can't do this here." I gasp.
"Why? This time I have the paperwork." He breaths against my neck.
"Baby, this elevator is going to start up again soon."
"No it won't." he is kissing my neck and I am breathless. Christian pulls the elevator key out of his pocket and puts in to the control panel and turns the key. The elevator locks, disabling the it for anyone else. Remember I told you that someday I'd rent this elevator?"
I gasp. "You rented the elevator?"
"No. No I didn't." Christian's breathing is heavy and he gains access to my mouth again. "They wouldn't rent it. Some legal thing. But don't worry it won't start or open." His hand continues up my thigh.
Christian. There are cameras that monitor elevators. Someone will see us somewhere.
"Nope. Taken out." He moves his hand up under my shirt and pulls my shirt up kissing the breast mounds above my bra.
"Taken out? I don't think you can do that." I am gasping as Christian moves his hand into my panties and pulls his fingers along the wetness. I gasp and quiver. He continues to stroke me and slips his finger inside me sliding in and out briefly.
"I can do it, and I did. Baby, you never disappoint." He murmurs against my neck.
"Christian I don't understand."
Christian pulls back catching his breath and stares into my eyes. "My fucking hotel. My fucking elevator. I can do whatever I fucking like. "Christian slips my panties down and off my feet. He puts his hands around my butt and lifts me. "Put your legs around me, baby."
I comply and Christian pins me to the wall long enough to pop the button on his jeans and unzip his fly. He is able to spring free and he positions himself underneath me. As he lowers me, I feel him slide into me. He fills me so easily in this position. He begins to push upward bumping me up against the elevator wall. His face is buried between my breasts. He is driving hard and I begin to feel the quivering in my belly.
"God, I've wanted to fuck you in here for years, baby." He hisses as he jolts me upward.
"Christian, I'm…" all I can do is gasp.
"I know. Come for me. "He looks up into my eyes.
I never break his gaze as I feel the pulling begin. "Oh, God, Christian." I feel the beautiful pulling and releasing as I give my release to him.
Christian continues his forceful upward thrusts until he forces one final deep penetration and he stills. He catches his breath as he begins to quiver and his release seizes him.
I feel him relax as we both try to regain our equilibrium. Gasping, Christian's mouth finds mine again and we kiss deep and long. Not breaking our kiss, Christian lowers me to my feet and I try to find my footing. Christian bends down and finds my panties. He holds them as I step back into them and he pulls them up to their proper place. He zips his fly and buttons his jeans, then turns to help me readjust myself. I try to straighten my hair and return to normal except for the flush on my face.
"Ready?" he asks me and I nod. Christian takes out the key and inserts into the panel with the buttons and gives it a turn. He pushes the button for the lobby and we start down again. The door opens and staff in the lobby look over at us. They nod and smile politely.
"Christian, I'm going to hit the ladies room a minute. I need to freshen up a bit. I'll be right back."
Christian bends down and gives me a light kiss on my lips. "Take your time, baby. I'll wait here."
I go into the ladies room off of the lobby and try to wash up a little. When I return to the lobby, Christian is talking to some of the staff. Smiling and casual, his hands are shoved down in his jeans pockets. He looks so relaxed and friendly. So unChristian like. He smiles and puts his arm around me as I return to him. He introduces me as his wife and then we head out the door.
"Your car Mr. Grey?" The valet asks.
"No thanks, we'll walk." Christian and I walk through the door to the outside and we take off down the sidewalk arm in arm. He has his aviators on. Damn he always looks so hot in those sunglasses.
"What do you feel like eating, Baby."
"Oh, I don't know. Let's just see what comes along."
We amble down the sidewalk, stopping to window shop and talk. There isn't much that we haven't seen in this part of town. We finally stop at a little pastaria and decide to have lunch.
It isn't fancy but the menu looked good. Christian orders roasted artichoke garlic spread with bruschetta as an appetizer and a bottle on Sancerre. Then we follow up with lunch, Farfalle with asparagus and lemon for me and spring vegetable linguini for Christian. And another bottle of wine. He is just so relaxed. It is so easy being around him. I'm not tense and worried that I'm about to misstep and make him mad. His arms are crossed on the table and he is leaning up on them looking at me while he talks. He looks so casual. Not the usual demeanor for my husband.
"Christian, what possessed you to buy the entire hotel?"
"Well. Like I said, I've been wanting to fuck you in that damn elevator since the first time we were in it. I thought about renting it and then when the fuckers turned me down, I decided to buy it. Now I own this key." He holds up the key for the elevator." And we can fuck our brains out in there anytime we take a notion to."
"Christian, that' s a mighty expensive fuck."
"I did look at it before I bought it, baby. The hotel is doing well, but could do a lot better. I intend to make it do a lot better."
"So, are you saying that it really is your fucking hotel. Literally, your fucking hotel." I smirk at him.
"Very funny, Mrs. Grey."
"No wonder everyone has been so nice to us. Sending up all that food and the entire dessert menu."
"Ana…. I put the hotel in your name. It's still part of GEH, but the title is in your name."
"Christian, why did you do that?"
"I thought you might like to take it on as a project, you know try your hand at running it."
"Baby, do I look like Leona Helmsley?" I ask. "I don't know anything about doing that."
Christian shrugs. "I just thought you might like it."
I reach over and take his hand. "Baby, I appreciate it and I love you for it, but I just don't know anything about that stuff. Business is what you do, and you do it so very well. It's just all foreign to me. I really don't have any interest in that sort of thing."
"Okay. Thought I'd give it a try."
"I'll be glad when Teddy is old enough to start learning the business. You can teach him everything you know. Maybe even Grace. Something tells me she is going to be the one to follow in your footsteps."
Christian grins and shakes his head. "She is quite a girl, Mrs. Grey. I wouldn't put anything past her."
"Christian, you do know she will be hell on wheels when she reaches puberty. Especially if she is anything like you were."
Christian runs his hand through his hair and shakes his head. "God, help us. I was hoping she'd be more like you."
"It isn't going to be easy."
Christian sits back and drains his wine glass. "Are you about ready to get back?"
"Yes. I'm stuffed. It'll be nice to walk some of this lunch off."
"Come. I have a better idea." Christian holds out his hand and I take it. We stroll out of the restaurant with our arms around each other.
We have a pleasant walk back to the hotel. It's a sunny warm day. Not really hot, just pleasant.
We are having such a good time, just relaxing and being together. Christian is actually laughing, so unusual for him. We finally get back to the hotel and Christian stops and dips me kissing me, right at the entrance. The doorman smiles, nods and opens the door for us. We head through the lobby and back up to our room. Luckily our elevator is occupied, so I'm safe until the next time.
I kick off my shoes once we are inside the suite. "I think I'm going to lie down and read a little, Baby. Is that okay with you?"
"Since you are going to do that, I think I might work a little? Would you mind if I join you on the bed with my laptop?"
"Well if I can't keep you off of it, I'd rather have you in there with me instead of in here at the table."
Christian walks over behind me and puts his arms around me and kisses my neck. He swats my butt. "Go on. I'll be there in a minute." I take off my clothes and pull on a T-shirt with my panties and flop down on the soft bed to read for a while. Christian walks in with his laptop and pulls off his shirt and kicks off his shoes and props himself up against the headboard with several pillows behind his back. After a while I move over and snuggle up to him. He moves one arm and drapes it around my shoulder, never taking his eyes off of the screen. I continue to read until I fall asleep with my book in my hand and my head on Christian's bare chest.
I wake up to Christian snuggled up with me, his front to my back and me engulfed in his arms. He is kissing my neck and whispering in my ear, "Baby. Time to get up."
"Hhhmmm?" Is about all I can get out.
"Time to get up. I made dinner reservations for us and we need to get ready."
"Mmmm. Where?"
He is kissing my neck and breathing in my ear. "It's a surprise, sleepyhead."
"Okay. What time?" I murmur.
"In about an hour. We need to get a shower and get ready."
"Okay." I mumble and make no move to get up.
Christian whispers, "Don't make me take drastic measures, Mrs. Grey."
"Okay." I still don't open my eyes.
I feel Christian's hand slide across my tummy and slip down into my panties. I gasp. "I'm up."
I try to move and Christian holds me tight. "Sorry. I've got you where I want you now. You had your chance to get up." Christian slides his fingers down into my panties until his fingers hit his favorite place and I jump."
"God, woman. You are always wet." He continues to spread kisses up my neck as he strokes his fingers through the warm, slick, wetness. I lay engulfed in his arms and I make a little moan as my stomach begins to pull."
"Good baby?" Christian whispers softly in my ear.
"Uh, huh." I whimper. I feel Christian growing large against my back. My breath begins to catch and my tummy starts to quiver as he continues his soft rhythmic stroking.
"Go ahead, baby." He whispers softly. "Go ahead and let it all go." He kisses my neck again.
I feel the delicious sensation beginning to take me starting in my belly and moving through me until the clinching and releasing begins. My breathing stops and I begin to tremble.
"That's my beautiful girl. Come for me." Christian whispers in my ear. "So beautiful."
I finally stop and relax back into his arms. "Christian I have to go to the bathroom."
Christian kisses my neck quickly. "Okay. Get up and lets get showered and dressed." He swats my ass.
"You'd make a pretty good alarm clock." I tell him as I head for the bathroom.
Once again we are showered and dried off. I finish drying my hair and Christian is already dressed in his pale grey suit. His slacks hang at his slim hips and he is wearing a crisp white shirt and dark gray tie with Italian leather slip-ons on those oh so sexy feet. He is adjusting his cufflinks the ones I gave him for our wedding. He always remembers the finer details. Things that most people would overlook. Maybe that's why he is so good at what he does. So successful. He sweeps everyone off of their feet, even business acquaintances. He knows just how to romance people, how to woo them. They always end up eating out of his hand.
"What?" he asks.
"Huh?"
"Anastasia, you're staring at me. Did you need something?"
I shake my head. "No. Nothing. Just watching you."
He walks over and kisses my cheek. "Get dressed. We need to go."
"I'll be ready in 5."I tell him.
I slip into my bra and panties and then step into a white, sleeveless linen sheath. I pull my hair back in to a sleek straight ponytail and fasten it. I add light eye shadow and some liner. Mascara, pink blush and pink lipstick and gloss. I put my pearl studs in and don my nude pumps. I grab my clutch and head out to the living room. I walk over to Christian who is sipping on a glass of Sancerre, "Baby, can you help me?" I ask him.
He puts his glass down and walks behind me to zip my dress up. He kisses my neck when the zipper reaches the top. "You look beautiful." he whispers.
"Thank you, Baby." I smile at him. "Can I have a sip?"
He hands me his wine glass and I take a couple of sips of the cool white wine.
"Ready?" he asks. I nod.
We walk out of the suite and down the hall to the elevator. Getting on Christian pushes the button for the dining room. He reaches over and grabs my hand and kisses the back of it. We get off and walk toward the dining room. The maître de greets us. " Mr. and Mrs. Grey. We have your table ready. This way please." I follow the maître de and Christian follows me through the elegant dining room. I know exactly where we were going. He shows us to the intimate dining room, with just one secluded table. The room small but sumptuous. Beneath the shimmering chandelier, the table is all starched linen, crystal glassware, sliver cutlery and a white rose bouquet. An old-world, sophisticated charm pervades the wood-paneled room. The waiter pulls out my chair and I sit. He places my napkin in my lap. Christian sits opposite me.
"I've ordered already. I hope you don't mind."
"Christian, somehow I expected it." I smile over at him.
The sommelier pours our wine after Christian approves it.
"Christian, how do you think of everything? You've haven't left anything out today. The flowers this morning, the elevator, this dinner." I ask him.
"I just wanted to make it perfect, Ana."
"Well, you have, baby."
The waiter enters with our oysters. Christian prepares them with the fresh lemon. And we each take a raw mollusk and let the fleshy, saltwater delicacy slide down our throat.
"Mmmm. Delicious." I tell him. We continue until we have competed the fresh dozen.
I still can't get over how at ease he is lately. I hope it's not just a phase. He is still loses it when it comes to work and business issues, but I'd rather him vent there instead of at home. Even his face isn't as tense and his jaw is relaxed. Maybe it's all the sex this weekend. He's had enough tension relief to last for the next 5 years. But he has always been a sexual creature. Sex has always been a major motivator for him. Lucky me.
The waiter removes the spent oyster tray and breaks my train of thought.
Christian extends his hand on the table and I put my hand in his. "Are you having a good time, Christian?" I ask him.
He nods. "Yes. Yes I am. I can't remember when we've had so much time alone, just the two of us. Since the beginning. I love Teddy and wouldn't take anything for that boy, but I did miss having you all to myself for a while."
Christian stares down at our entwined hands and he is stroking my knuckles with his thumb. "Baby." He hesitates. "I'd like to try to start over."
"What do you mean start over?"
"I haven't been the husband that you deserve. Certainly not the husband that I wanted to be. I know that. I've been driven, and self-centered, and angry. God, I've been angry all my life, it seems like. I've never known why or who I was angry at, just carrying around all this rage."
"I know I have turned it on you. I never meant to and I don't think I even realized it when I was doing it." He lifts his eyes to mine. "Ana, I'm trying to change. Flynn is really helping me see why I feel the way I do and how to deal with it. Getting angry with you is certainly not the way to handle things."
The waiter brings in our dinner and breaks the conversation, darn it.
Christian has ordered just what I expected; black cod, asparagus and crushed potatoes with hollandaise. "Looks delicious. I haven't had this in, well…7 years I guess."
"Will there be anything else, Mr. Grey?" the waiter asks.
"No. Thank you. Everything is fine Edward."
I whisper," How do you know his name?"
"I make it a point to know the name of everyone who works for me. Makes them feel special. Just good business." He shrugs.
We eat our meal and the conversation has turned to the children and work and the rest of life's mundane issues.
"Christian. That was perfect."
"Glad you enjoyed it, baby. Do you want to help me finish this?" Christian holds up the wine bottle.
I nod and he refills my glass. Then tops his off with the last of the bottle.
We finish off the wine and the Edward has cleared the table. I have declined dessert. I figured I had enough dessert last night to last for a while.
"Ready to head back up. Mrs. Grey?"
"Yes." Christian walks around and helps me out of my chair. I put my arms around his waist and give him a sweet kiss. "This was just lovely, Christian. You made this weekend so special."
"I just want to try to make you happy, baby." He puts his arm around me and we exit the small room and walk through the main dining room.
"Good evening, Mrs. Grey. Mr. Grey. I hope your meal was enjoyable." The maître de nods to us as we exit the restaurant.
"Thank you Phillip. I appreciate your help." Christian smiles at him.
"Mr. Grey." Phillip responds.
With our arms around each other we walk across the lobby and head for our elevator.
