Chapter 35

Christian's POV

Something tickles my face.

I reach up, still half-asleep, scratching at the spot.

It goes away.

Satisfied, I sigh and let myself drift off again.

Suddenly, I feel the warmth leave my body.

I grasp at the mattress around me, not yet willing to open my eyes to the brightness of the morning sun. What happened to the blankets?

Now there is a tugging at the waistband of my sweatpants.

What the fuck?

My eyes fly open to see Ana, decked out in ocean-blue lingerie, smiling coyly at me from between my now-naked legs.

I inhale sharply, anticipation tingling throughout my body.

"Good morning, Mr. Grey," she whispers, and without preamble, takes me into her mouth.

I groan. Fuck. What is happening? Ana is so good at this. She takes me deeper, sucking, flicking her tongue all around my shaft. It takes all of my self-control not to thrust my hips towards her mouth.

Her warm, wet mouth…

I am so close. Another 5 seconds. Almost there…

Suddenly her mouth is gone and and her lips are on mine. Ana kisses me feverishly for a moment, then pulls away again. She kisses down my jawline, my neck and takes my earlobe between her teeth.
"And happy birthday, Sir," she murmurs in my ear. I can hear the grin in her voice.

Before I know what is happening, she shimmies her way back down to my groin and finishes me off.

Fuck!

I am gasping, blinking, trying to wrap my head around the fact that 5 minutes ago, I was sleeping. Holy shit. What a wake-up call. Ana is kissing me again like it was nothing.
"Ana…" I mutter, breaking the kiss. "That was...wow." I rake a hand through my hair, feeling the sweat on my forehead.

Ana just smiles that naughty smile at me once more.

"We aim to please, Mr. Grey."
She gets up and slips into a matching blue silk robe that hugs her body deliciously. Fuck, is she trying to torture me?

"Breakfast will be ready in 15 minutes, Sir," she says as she ties the front of the robe shut. She kisses my hair, and I revel in her scent for the moment she is near me.

Then she is gone again.

"Laters, baby." She winks flirtatiously at me and, with a little wave, she's out the door.

What the hell?

Who is this woman and what has she done with my shy, sensible wife?
I'm not complaining.

Happy birthday to me, indeed.

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I enter the kitchen to the smell of bacon wafting through the air. Mmmm. Ana is at the stove, her back turned facing me, doing that same little silly dance she did on the very first morning we spent together. Only this time, I know she's doing it to tease me. I admire the way her ass sways, her hips sashaying to whatever music she's singing in her head. A banner is draped across the big picture window that faces the meadow. Happy Birthday, Daddy! it reads. There are baby handprints on either side of the words, and I wonder when Ana found the time to make this. Under the banner, on the breakfast table, Teddy is sitting propped up in his bouncy chair, a cone-shaped party hat on top of his head. I snort. He looks ridiculously cute.

Ana turns to smile at me over her shoulder. "Sorry if it's a bit cheesy. I couldn't resist. He looked too adorable in that hat."
I just shake my head. "You've turned my son into a pansy, Ana. A very cute pansy, but a pansy nonetheless," I mock in fake disdain. Ana just giggles and returns to her work on the stove. She's busy over there. I see at least three pots and pans sizzling away on the burners. It will never fail to impress me how great of a cook she is. I am of course so grateful to Gail for all those years that she cooked for me. She still does cook for us on weekdays. But there's something special about your wife making you a birthday breakfast. I am eager to eat it. The smell in the kitchen is mouthwatering. Luckily, I have my adorable son to distract me. Taking him out of his bouncer, I settle into a chair with him in my lap, making faces, trying my hardest to get him to laugh. After a few attempts, I get a sort of half-grin. I'll take it as a win.

"Alright, done!" Ana exclaims happily. She serves up the plates and brings them over to the table, which is elegantly decorated with fresh flowers, candles, and my favorite slate-gray place settings. Ana sets down a plate full of fluffy golden pancakes, scrambled eggs and bacon in front of me. It looks heavenly. She kisses my hair.
"Coffee, Mr. Grey?"
"Please, Mrs. Grey." I beam at her.

She pours my favorite brand of freshly-brewed coffee into the mug in front of me. The steam rises up from the cup and fills the kitchen with its strong scent. I see Ana has already made herself a cup of Twinings English Breakfast Tea, and I smile to myself. Regardless of her very enjoyable spectacle this morning, she's still my same old Ana.

"Happy 29th birthday, Christian," she smiles at me.

"Ugh, don't remind me," I groan. "Next year it'll be 30." Ana giggles and sits down across from me.

"Mmm, yes, retirement age," she teases.

"Never, Mrs. Grey. I love my work."
"I know." she smiles softly at me. "Its one of the reasons I love you."
I pause with my fork over my eggs. "What do you mean?"

"The way you love your work. Your passion, your talent, your drive to succeed. Its very...sexy." she trails off, sipping her tea.

I draw a sharp breath. "Really now?" I say quietly, curiously.

Ana simply nods. "Yes," she breathes. Her face is flushed. I smirk. Same old Ana. I can read her like a book. And right now, I know we're thinking the same thing.

We stare at each other for a moment or two more, contemplating who will make the first move. I am just about to pounce when Ana says, "Christian...what about Teddy?"
I glance over at my son, zonked out in his baby swing.
"What about him? He's sleeping," I whisper.

"What if he wakes up?"
"Well then we'll have to be very, very quiet, won't we, Mrs. Grey?"

I hear her breathing quicken.

Before I know what is happening, we are a flurry of limbs and lips and silk pajamas. I am lifting Ana onto the counter and her hands are in my hair and on my back and her mouth is on my neck and the scars on my chest. I moan and push her down flat onto the counter, ravaging her with my lips in all the right places. Ana whimpers quietly as I move down her navel.

"Christian-"
"Shhh. You have to be quiet, baby." I glance over at Ted, still sleeping in his swing. Excellent. I slide Ana's blue lace panties down her hips, burying my nose in the apex of her thighs. She gasps loudly.

"Fuck, Ana." I groan against her sex, teasing her with my tongue, watching her squirm and gasp and writhe on the kitchen counter. Fuck, this is so hot. Slowly, I ease one finger inside of her, still circling with my tongue. Ana bites her lip sharply, which only makes me want her more. One finger becomes two, then three, until finally I can't take it anymore. I yank her panties down to her ankles and thrust myself inside her. She moans again, and I silence her with my hand. I move slowly, in and out, reveling in the feeling of her. Her breathing comes in breathy gasps. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Teddy squirm, startled from peaceful sleep. Shit. This needs to be quick. I thrust again, leaning down to kiss Ana's neck.

"Be. Quiet." I mutter quietly as I increase the pace. She breathes sharply again but doesn't make another sound. In and out, over and over. I concentrate on Ana's face. Her mouth screams in silent pleasure. Good girl. She is close, I can tell. I kiss her again, teasing her nipples with my tongue and fingers. She tightens around me. Faster.

Now it's hard for me to concentrate. I know I am getting close, too. I thrust deeper. Come on, Ana.

Suddenly I feel her quiver beneath me. Yes! Come on, Ana, come for me.

"Christian…" my name is a jumbled mass of syllables spilling from her lips. Her back arches, her mouth open in ecstasy as her whole body shudders in pleasure. God, this is a fucking beautiful thing to watch. Ana falls back to the counter with a gasp and I take that as my cue. I let go, throwing my head back as I let the pleasure overwhelm me, my body frozen and tense above her.

"Fuck, Ana," I say again. I hear her breathy chuckle. She sits up and wraps her legs around mine, kissing me quickly. I open my eyes and stare at her in wonder.

"The things you do to me," I mutter. She grins triumphantly, detangling herself from my limbs and slipping back into her robe. I pull my pajama pants back on and rake a hand through my hair.
"We aim to please, Sir," Ana giggles. "Now come eat your breakfast before it gets cold."
I grin back at her. "Yes, Ma'am."