"Did Christian say what he needed Elliot's help with?" Kate asked as she was trying on her umpteenth pair of shoes.
"Hmm? No, I don't think so. I know he's been looking at some property to upgrade the New York office of GEH, so maybe it's that?"
"Meh. Gives us an excuse to go shopping, although we'll never get through all the shops I wanted thanks to our slow start this morning!"
Kate had wanted to be up and at the shops on opening, where I hadn't been as keen. For the first time since I'd discovered I was pregnant, I'd woken up without needing to run to the toilet, so Christian had taken full advantage of the situation by ordering Mrs. Cortez to bring me tea and toast in bed. And then we'd spent an hour worshipping one another.
In the end, the four of us had gone for a light lunch in Hell's Kitchen and then split up – Kate and me heading for 5th Avenue with Sawyer while Ryan accompanied Christian and Elliot. Now sitting in Bergdorf Goodman, I was watching as Kate singlehandedly attempted to fill the cargo hold of the GEH jet with shopping.
"You haven't bought anything," she grumbled, gesturing for an assistant to ring up five pairs of shoes.
"It seems silly to buy a lot when my body will be changing, soon." I wasn't vain, but I wasn't looking forward to putting on weight as the pregnancy progressed.
"There's always jewelry, handbags, shoes, and accessories," Kate counseled wisely.
She steered me toward the elevator, and we stepped out onto the seventh floor.
"If you don't buy anything for yourself, why don't you pick something up for the baby? I bet Mr. Megabucks would love it if you brought home something. Do you know when you're due yet?"
"Don't call him that! And we're not having the dating scan for another week, but I checked online, and it said sometime early March."
"So, you'll need warmer things, then," Kate said walking over to a rack of Gucci Baby. "A boy would look adorable in this!" she said, picking up a woolen Argyle Sweater Vest. She had a point.
"Two hundred and forty dollars for something an infant is going to spew on?" I gasped when I spotted the price tag, quickly looking around to make sure Sawyer was out of earshot. I wasn't sure whether Taylor had told the security staff, yet.
"Better get used to it, Steele. You're going to be inundated with gifts when people find out you're expecting. And no one is going to give baby Grey something cheap."
Ugh. I was already dreading the fuss and the waste. By some miracle, the press hadn't yet learned about Christian and me. But Kate was right; even without that Mia, alone, would probably buy enough to clothe three children. But it didn't mean I couldn't at least look, right?
"Oh, Kate! Look at that!" Hanging on the end of a rack, there was the sweetest little knitted playsuit in a dusky blue. With a striped collar, it had an adorable duck with a pom pom on the front.
"Aww – you have to get that," Kate said, flicking through the rack and choosing the three to six-month size.
I giggled pointing to a girl's outfit by the same designer. A little tweed dress with matching bloomers, I could see me dressing a daughter in that before visiting Grandma Grace. It was precisely her style!
"And you have to get that, too."
I didn't even bother arguing. When a woman is right, she's right! I was relieved to see these outfits were at least a little less expensive than the Gucci. Taking them from Kate, I handed them to an assistant, along with my Amex Black Card. Christian had given it to me this morning, insisting I put any purchases on it. I felt funny using it, but I knew Christian would want to pay for the first things I bought for our baby.
"I still can't believe you're pregnant," Kate said smiling.
"If you had the morning sickness I've had, you'd believe it," I quipped.
"And Christian's been good to you?"
"Fussing like a mother hen," I giggled, telling her about the five pages of questions for Dr. Greene. "He's very excited."
Kate looked like she wanted to say something but couldn't.
"Yes, Kate?" I prompted.
"You're not just doing this for him, are you? You want the baby too?"
"I was worried at first about leaving my career before its even started, and also how I'd cope. But I want this, Kate. I love Christian, and I want to have his baby. It's very soon, but sometimes things happen for a reason."
"You're going to make a great Mom," she declared, looking happier after my reassurance. "And I'm going to make an awesome Auntie!"
"What about you and Elliot? Have you talked about the future? Kids?"
Kate looked dissatisfied. "Yes and no. He says things about the future and he sees me in it, but we never actually talk about it! He's nearly thirty, he's financially secure, and he tells me all the time how much he loves me. I'm hoping moving in together might help things along a bit."
"Are you ready to commit?" I asked in surprise. Kate was the queen of the short-lived relationship, but so far everything had been different with Elliot.
"I've moved my shoe collection into his place. What's more committed than that?!" she joked, but I could see she was feeling a little down about it. "What about you? Do you think Christian might propose? You're living together, and now you have a baby on the way…"
"I thought he might have proposed when I told him about the baby, but he hasn't even hinted at it."
"Tell him you'll give the baby the last name Steele if he doesn't propose by the time it's born. That will move him along!"
I snorted, imagining Christian's reaction if I suggested giving our baby any surname other than Grey. But Kate was right – Christian and I did need to talk about how we saw our future together.
"So how was shopping?" Christian asked, coming over to kiss me as Sawyer carried in at least ten bags to the apartment.
"Good. Kate shopped up a storm!"
"I sure did," she said following me into the apartment, also laden with bags. "We went via Agent Provocateur," she said to Elliot, a teasing lilt to her voice.
"I'll help you with those bags, babe!" Elliot said, jumping off the sofa and walking across to Kate, giving us a lewd wink along the way.
"And did you pick up anything there?" Christian asked hopefully once his brother and my best friend were out of earshot.
"I might have." Kate convinced me that for a shopping trip to New York, Christian deserved me to model at least one pretty bra and panty set. Once I'd taken a look at what was on offer, it had been impossible to stop at one. While Christian's AMEX hadn't gotten as much of a workout as Kate's, it had still seen a little action today.
He trailed me into our bedroom, peering into the bags hopefully.
"Lingerie later – there's something else I bought I want to show you."
I handed him the Bergdorf Goodman bag, sitting on the edge of the bed as he carefully pulled out the blue knit baby's playsuit.
"If the baby is a boy," I explained. He nodded, laying the outfit carefully on the pristine white bedlinen beside me. He pulled out the second outfit – the tweed girl's dress and bloomer set. "If the baby is a girl."
He laid the girl's outfit beside the boy's. "They're so tiny," he commented, his voice gruff.
"He or she will grow."
"They will," he agreed, pulling me to my feet and then spinning me in his arms, so we were both facing the end of the bed with the two little outfits. He wrapped his arms around me from behind. "There's so much we have to organize between now and then. But right now, I want something else…"
Christian started kissing my neck, slowly rubbing my breasts through the thin fabric of my blouse. They were so sensitive and sore a moan slipped unbidden from my lips.
"Does that feel good?" he asked, his voice telling me he already knew the answer.
"It does, Christian," I replied, my voice needy.
He kept one hand massaging my breast as the other deftly unbuttoned my blouse. Once it was open, he pulled the sides apart, stepping back and letting it flutter uselessly down my back, landing near our feet.
"Hmm – I think these are getting bigger," Christian announced, carefully weighing each breast in his hand, his thumbs almost casually passing over my throbbing nipples. With each gentle flick, I hissed and then groaned, my nipples pebbling under his touch. Continuing to kiss along my neck, Christian's hands made their way between us, and he made short work of the clasp of my bra. With the back undone, he pushed the straps down my shoulders, my bra falling in a lacey pile onto the bed in front of me. Then his fingers continued downward, trailing my spine until they ended at the zip of my skirt. Christian pulled it down almost roughly before tugging on my skirt and panties, letting them join the blouse on the floor. I stepped out of them, kicking them aside.
"I missed you today," Christian whispered into my ear, nipping lightly where my neck joined my shoulder. "I missed you so, fucking, much." He was grinding himself against my ass, already rock hard.
I was naked while he was still fully clothed, so I leaned back, letting his mouth and hands roam freely.
"Did your business go well?" I asked as Christian was toying with my breasts, kneading them in a way that was only just not painful.
"It did," he replied, sounding smug. "It will take a week or two to iron out all the specifics, but I'm quietly confident within a month it will be a successful acquisition."
"Hmm – I love it when you're in sexy CEO mode," I whispered. "It's such a turn on."
"You want me to be in charge, baby?" Christian asked, sounding amused.
I nodded, turning so I could look up at him through my eyelashes as I bit my lip.
"Hmm Miss Steele, your wish is for my command?! Then down!" He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed lightly, indicating I was to kneel in front of him. As I sunk to my knees, Christian was undoing his pants, pulling them and his briefs down to his ankles. His thick cock sprang free, bobbing in front of me as it stood proudly amongst the soft curls as its base. God, I wanted Christian in my mouth.
"Touch me," he ordered. "I want you to stroke me."
I reached up, fisting his cock within my hand, pulling my hand up and down the shaft. Christian stood there, eyes closed, making soft grunts of appreciation. I leaned forward, parting my lips, wanting to take him in my mouth.
"Ah ah," Christian admonished, opening his eyes and shaking his head. "I said stroke, not suck."
He closed his eyes again and I returned to the task at hand. He was almost impossibly hard, and his tip was weeping pre-cum. I knew I'd just asked Christian to dominate me, but I was unable to resist. The beads of precious viscous liquid were about to spill over his glans and I couldn't help myself. Parting my lips, I bobbed forward, licking the head and his slit, swirling my tongue around the ridge of his cock.
"Ana!" Christian grunted, my unauthorized attack taking him by surprise. Emboldened by my action, I settled the head of his dick between my lips, sucking hard. Christian's hips bucked before his hands moved to my head. Rather than guiding my actions, he busied his fingers by twisting them through my locks and resting them inertly on my scalp, ceding control to me. I wasted no time taking advantage of the situation.
I alternated between taking him as deep as I could, then pulling back and focusing on the head. Christian was moaning, loud, and I had to hope Kate and Elliot were too busy enjoying their own alone time to pay any heed to ours! I could feel Christian swell under my hands and in my mouth and I knew he was about to blow.
"No," he said pulling back. "I want to cum inside you! On the bed," he demanded.
I rose to stand, climbing on top of the quilt and holding out my hand for Christian to join me.
"I thought you wanted me in charge?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous, his lips brushing my collarbone as he hovered over me.
"I couldn't resist. I love tasting you."
"Hmm. Aren't you the greedy little thing?"
I nodded coyly, knowing it only turned him on more.
"Well, Miss Steele, I think you need to be reminded who's in charge, here. Open your legs," he growled. Lying back, I immediately did as bid. I was already dripping for him, my pussy swollen with desire and need. Opening my legs to Christian's hungry gaze, my inner Goddess was doing cartwheels at the dark look of lust crossing his features.
"Touch yourself," he barked, moving to sit on his heels between my ankles as my right hand moved down to my slit, parting my lips. "That's it…" he hissed as I started rubbing myself, my fingertips circling my tight, wet pearl.
My eyelids were fluttering with pleasure, my breaths coming in wanton little gasps. I knew Christian wasn't going to like it, but I needed more. So without waiting for his permission, I started to finger myself, pumping the middle and index fingers of my left hand in and out of my hole while continuing to rub my clit with the right.
"Did I tell you to do that?" Christian asked gravely.
"You didn't tell me not to," I replied sassily, looking at him and biting my lip. Oh, I was going to be in trouble for this.
"If you were a sub, I'd think you wanted to be punished, Anastasia. That's twice you've defied me."
Understanding coincided with a rush of wet warmth in my nether regions. That's what I wanted! Ever since he'd found out we were pregnant, Christian's lovemaking had been sweet, loving and oh so gentle. I was frustrated! I wanted to be fucked dammit!
"I want you," I explained, giving Christian a loaded look.
Christian was confused. He could see I was trying to tell him something, but he just wasn't getting it.
"Hard!" I hissed, flushed with embarrassment as well as desire. "I want you to fuck me so so hard, Christian!"
"Of course you do," he grinned, realization on his face as he was back in familiar territory. He pulled my hands from where I'd been pleasuring myself, climbing on top of me, using one hand to steady himself while he used the other to grab both my wrists, immobilizing them above my head.
What followed wasn't sweet or gentle, but God was it good! Plunging inside me relentlessly, Christian's firm grip on my wrists meant I could barely move. I had to lie there and take every thrilling gratifying thrust he gave me. Grunts and wails filled the air, along with filthy wet noises from where we joined. There was no doubt Christian was in charge as he sped towards his finale, dragging me along in his wake.
"Fuck Ana – I need you to cum!" Christian shouted loud enough to be heard from Times Square.
So I did, screaming my release, his name, as well as those of several Gods, I came long and hard, feeling Christian flood my cunt only moments after.
"Is that better?" Christian checked, sitting up once our fevered flesh had cooled and our breathing had returned to normal.
"That's exactly what I needed," I mewled, deliciously sated. I climbed into Christian's lap as he scooped up the baby clothing miraculously undisturbed by our fucking. We sat there together, completely loved up looking at the tiny little items I'd bought in anticipation of a tiny new human of our own.
The baby clothes were too cute not to show you! They're on my Facebook Page in an album titled "And So I Ran"
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