Chapter 56 - All Of Me, Loves All Of You

Anastasia's POV

"This cake is like an orgasm in my mouth. In fact it's better, I'd give up sex for this cake." Groaning like a whore in church, Kate shoves another chunk of chocolate sponge in her mouth, stealing Elliot's off his plate when she realises she's eaten all of hers.

"Good to know, babe."

"I'm sorry but I would. You made this, Steele?" I nod my head and shuffle closer towards Christian who is shoving his cake into his mouth like he hasn't eaten in a month. His plate is resting on his knee and his left hand rubs my thigh while he eats. "Why the hell am I only tasting this now? You never baked shit like this for my birthday when we lived together." Elliot snorts and chokes on his food, slapping his thigh while coughing to clear his throat.

"That's because you don't give her sex every day. Now that is a fucking image." Elliot smirks and shakes his head, dropping the grin when he looks in my direction. I twist my head to see Christian glaring at him and shaking his head, silently telling him to shut the hell up no doubt. I consider making a lewd comment but decide against it knowing Mr. Stick Up His Ass beside me wouldn't approve.

"Pig!" Kate swats Elliot's chest and snatches his plate away from him, permanently this time.

"You love it. And stop stealing my fucking cake!"

"Can we sneak away yet?" Christian leans down and whispers in my ear making me shiver. "I'm growing tired of this barbarian."

"No, we can't. It would be rude."

"I don't give a fuck, I've been sharing you with people all day."

"Oh you poor, deprived rich boy. Struggling are we?" I jest with a finger in the chest.

"Something like that. Can't we just disappear for half an hour, we don't even have to fuck." I twist around to face him, fully aware that Elliot and Kate are now in a world of their own, sparring back and forth and cursing like two sailors on leave.

"Now that I don't believe for a second, when do you not want to have sex?" He leans his head back and frowns slightly, his bottom lip jutting into an adorable pout.

"I'm not that bad, you make me sound like an animal."

"If the shoe fits, baby." Shaking his head, he drops the frown and grins, a sexy as hell smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, maybe. But seriously, how much longer do we have to stay here for?"

"Are you not enjoying yourself? I thought you were having fun!" I sound almost hysterical even to my own ears. If he tells me he isn't having a good time I think I'd actually cry.

"I'm having a good time, baby, don't look so panicked. I'm just ready to have you all to myself again." I inwardly breathe a sigh of relief and sink back into him, letting his fingers thread through my now dry hair. "Is that stupid?"

"What?

"Not wanting to share you anymore?"

"It's not stupid. It's very Christian."

"Very Christian?" He repeats with a chuckle. "What does that mean?"

"It means what I means." I shrug my shoulder and grin up at him. "You're possessive over me, you always have been. It's one of the things I love about you."

"One of?" He shuffles on his ass and turns to face me, dragging me further down the chair. We're sprawled across the sun lounger like we're in bed, Christian's legs are draped over mine and his arm is stretched out underneath my head. "What are the others?"

"You actually want to know?" Surprisingly he nods and smiles shyly, reaching out to tuck a tendril of hair behind my ear. He's never asked me that before, well not willingly anyway. Knowing that he genuinely wants to know what I love about him shocks me and warms me all at the same time. "I don't even know where to start."

"Try." I want to eat this man up. He smiles again and taps my ankle playfully with his foot, he sounds like a little boy desperate for information.

"I love your brilliant mind, I love your charisma," Our faces are merely inches away from each other and I'm fully aware to the fact that we're physically lying down now. I don't know if people are watching us but right now, I couldn't care less. I'm in the middle of telling my man why I love him. "I love that you love me."

"I do, so fucking much."

"I know." I press my finger to his lips to shush him. "I love your sweet, caring side. Actually believe it or not I love your asshole side just as much."

"You do?" He grins.

"I don't know why. You can be a grade A dickhead sometimes."

"It keeps you on your toes."

"Maybe. Whatever it is I love it. I love how determined you are, how driven you are. I'm so proud of what you've achieved." Christian's eyes widen slightly, a look of wonder washing over his face.

"You're proud of me?"

"How could I not be? Baby, what you've done…what you've achieved. You amaze me." I feel my eyes water up a little at the thought alone. He doesn't grasp just how brilliant he really is and it pains me, he's twenty eight years old and he owns half of America. He started everything up from scratch despite the fact that it could have cost him his relationship with Carrick and more. He's amazing for being so strong and independent. He's amazing, period.

"You still didn't know who I was before you met me." I want to slug him in the face for bringing that up, he has an amused smirk on his damn face and he knows how stupid I feel for not knowing who Christian Grey was. "Which is fucking remarkable by the way."

"Shut up. I didn't concern myself with things like that you know that."

"I think it's cute," Tugging me into his hold, he squeezes my cheek and pecks my mouth with his lips. That smirk still on his face. "You were the first woman I'd ever met who didn't ask me to sign something."

"You don't do that do you? I've never seen you sign autographs before?" He snorts sardonically.

"I fucking don't, I don't consider myself as a celebrity. I'm just a guy who goes to work and enjoys it."

"You're a guy who goes to work and earns what most people make in a year in the space of an hour." I mutter dryly. "That's why people are obsessed with you."

"Well, it's fucking annoying. That's why it was refreshing meeting you, you really didn't have the first clue to who I was."

"You were just Christian," I shrug the shoulder I can move and blow a strand of hair out of my face. "You were the guy I had heard so much but so little about." I stop there because I don't want to say his name. Sensing my need to change the subject, Christian offers me a half smile and leans in slowly, hovering over my lips for a second or two before kissing me softly. "Heard enough reasons?"

"That depends,"

"On what?"

"How many more you've got." A grin the size of Texas spreads across my face. The truth is I could continue for hours, days even. Running my foot up the length of his calf muscle, I sink my teeth into my lower lip and bat my lashes at him.

"I love your huge dick." Christian's eyes widen momentarily before his shoulders start to shake, he rolls onto his back and laughs, like really laughs and it's impossible not to join him. He covers his eyes with his arms and inhales a deep breath when he starts to calm.

"Fuck, baby, the shit you come out with,"

"What?!" I ask in mock shock. "It's true."

"Well, it's good to know you're fond of him. I'd be fucked if you didn't."

"Don't worry, we're on good terms." I roll onto my stomach and lean up on my elbows. Christian's eyes focus on mine for a second before moving onto my chest, his lip curls and I feel him twitch against my leg.

"I'm glad you put this on," His fingers trace the material of my cover up around my breasts. I put it on as soon as I dried off, I'm not a complete smartass, I knew it would be more than inappropriate to bring Christian's cake out dressed in a damp bikini. "Although I can still see everything."

"You can't see everything, Christian. I'm all covered up." Cocking an eyebrow, his fingers brush the swell of my breasts through the sheer material of my cover up, tracing over my nipple slightly to prove his point. "It's better than me parading around in a two piece, or would you rather I did that?"

"No I fucking don't. Just don't bend down, I don't want every fucker on here getting so much as a glance at your ass."

"Duly noted."


"Blake's asked me to move in with him."

"What? When?" She sighs and raises her arms above her head, closing her eyes and tilting her chin towards the sun. She looks incredible in her baby pink bikini. She's always been slender, for as long as I have known her she's never gained weight or exceeded a size eight. I've always felt more than insecure standing beside me purely because I know I have a little more - meat. My boobs are a good two sizes bigger, my waist is curvier and I've always been self conscious about my ass, but ever since meeting Christian, I've learnt to appreciate what I was born with. I love it because he loves it.

"He's been hinting for over a week now, saying that I practically live there anyway. At first I thought he was making a dig about me constantly being there, but then he came out with it and asked me. I almost choked on the god damn fusilli I was eating."

"What did you say?"

"That's just it I didn't, I didn't know what to say so I just sat there and gawped at him like the moron that I am. You should have seen his face, Ana. I felt like I had crushed his one and only dream in life."

"You didn't say no though, can't you just tell him you need time to think about it?"

"He wouldn't believe me even if I did say that, my face didn't exactly scream enthusiasm over moving in with him."

"Can I ask why you're not excited? I mean don't get me wrong, I know how much you care about him, Liv, but is he the one? Can you see yourself spending the rest of your life with him?" I prop myself up on my elbows and turn to face her. She doesn't move, she doesn't even open her eyes. She simply sighs and chews on her bottom lip, a nervous habit we both share.

"I love him." Her voice is thick with emotion, unshed tears evident in the wobble of her tone. "He was this chauvinistic playboy who slept with anything that had boobs, I should have never fell for him, everything was telling me not to fall for him but I did. I really love him."

"Then what's the problem? You love Blake and Blake loves you, he clearly wants to take the next step so why are you so apprehensive?"

"What if he gets bored? He wants me now but what if in ten years or five years he decides he's had enough of me and throws me out? I don't know if I would be able to handle losing him like that, Ana. I think I'd rather lose him now."

"Olivia, that's ridiculous! Who says that's even going to happen? Since when did you get so cynical?"

"Since I fell in love with a man whore. Not everything's as bright and shiny as it used to be, I'm scared that he'll realise he can find someone ten times better than me." I want to slap her. I physically want to reach over and slap her pretty little face for even suggesting that she's not good enough for Blake, if anything it's the other way round! I love Blake and I love how much he loves my friend but he struck freaking lucky getting a woman as amazing as Olivia. She's kind, funny, sweet, she's everything that he's never had before and if he were to ever let her go, he would be making the biggest mistake of his life.

"Sweetie, stop it. I hate hearing you talking this way about yourself."

"Don't you ever think about it?"

"What?"

"The future. Where you and Christian will be in five years? If you'll still be together?" My heart hammers in my chest at the thought of a future without Christian, It's not even something I can comprehend for more than a second. "Does it scare you?"

Does it scare me? Sitting up straight, I reach for my mojito and take a long, thoughtful sip. Three months ago I would have said yes, three months ago I would have been dubious about a life with Christian. I was insecure and broken from my train wreck of a relationship with Brody. I had serious trust issues and I couldn't understand for the life of me why Christian had chosen me, why he had chosen to spend the rest of his life with me. I was a mess, I almost died on him at one point and I gave him nothing but weeks of sleepless nights, hysterical crying fits and mood swings that made a woman's menstrual cycle look like a walk in the park, I didn't even give him sex to soften the blow. Yet, he still stood by me. He glued me back together and made me strong again, without him I don't even think I would be here so no, I'm not scared one tiny iota. This is the man who asked me to start a family with him a week ago, he's asked me to be the mother of his child and I know Christian Grey doesn't make commitments like that lightly. He loves me and I love him.

"We love each other," I tell her as I make eye contact. "We're not perfect, we're far from it in fact but that doesn't take away from the fact that we're in this for the long haul, Liv. When you know you just know." And because I don't feel the need to divulge any further, I smile at my friend and pat her hand, offering her a reassuring squeeze. "Move in with him. Take the chance."

"What if it doesn't work out?"

"What if it does?" Not being able to articulate a comeback, she puffs her cheeks out and flops backwards onto the sun lounger, waving her hand in the air and muttering something inaudible.

"Have I ever told you I hate it when you're right?"

"Yes, multiple times."

"Well I'll say it again, I hate it when you're right. I guess I should go find him."

"I haven't seen him for ages," I tell her as I lean forward again and scan the area. We're still on the upper deck and everyone is pretty lit up by now, the drinks have been flowing since Christian and I arrived and it's only four thirty, I dread to think the messes people will be in by tonight although I have no damn room to talk, I'm more than tipsy right now.

There are a throng of people dancing on the deck. I told Mia that hiring a DJ was outlandish and over the top so Elliot rigged her iPhone up to a docking station with surround sound and it's more than substantial, actually it sounds like we're on a beach in Cabo surrounded by a group of kids on spring break. I feel like I'm in a scene of 90210 and trust me when I say that's a sentence I never thought I'd say during this lifetime, but I'm more than enjoying myself and more importantly Christian is enjoying himself. Something I thought would never happen.

"I think he's with the boys. Pouting no doubt and still pissed with me, I thought he was going to snatch Dylan's hand off when he asked him to play."

The majority of the men on this boat headed inside for a game of poker over an hour ago. Christian invited me to play I think out of politeness more than anything but I soon laughed him off, stressing just how much I sucked at card games. So with a kiss that made my head spin and a slap on the ass, he left me with Olivia and told me to relax, summoning a passing waiter and ordering him to give me what ever I wanted. I rolled my eyes at that.

"Go find him and make things right, he'll take one look at you in that swim suit and forget what the hell he was mad about in the first place anyway." She swings her legs over the chair and glances down, squaring her shoulders and pointing her chin out.

"You think so?"

"I know so. Now go on, go get your man back." Smirking at her, I pull my shades off my head and slide them back over my eyes as I lay back down and turn my head away from her, effectively closing the conversation. I hear the unmistakable sound of her stilettos clattering across the floor as she scurries inside making me smile, she is the only person I know who wears heels with swim wear.

I must have fallen asleep because the next time I open my eyes, I'm faced with one Christian Grey kissing my stomach and chest. He's still in his swim shorts and I can tell he's slightly drunk by the way he's pawing at me.

"Hey, you."

"Hey, yourself. What are you doing?" I stretch lazily and lower my hands to rest on his head.

"Kissing you. Do you like it?"

"Of course I do, when do I not. Are you okay?"

"I'm with you so of course I am. You look so beautiful laying here, all mussed up and sexy. So fucking fuckable." Yep. Definitely drunk. His mouth is still pressing kisses to my skin, his lips and tongue laving at my navel all the way up to my sternum. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't turning me on. "I want to fuck you right here, right now. I don't give a shit who might be watching either."

"Baby, we can't do that." But we WANT to do that! "Your mother will be watching us." I'm pulling at his face and trying to pry his mouth away from me even though that's the last thing I really want to do. A feeling of déjà vu from this morning washes over me and for a fleeting second I panic that he'll give me a repeat performance, his mouth is dangerously close to my sex so I shove the brazen hussy in me away and sit up, causing Christian to topple backwards slightly. "Not here. Later."

"But I don't wanna' fuck later I wanna' fuck now." Oh my god. Drunk Christian is adorable. He's even pouting and damn if that doesn't make my panties wet. "Let's go inside, baby. I promise I'll be quick." Before I can even respond, his hand grasps the side of my face and he kisses me fiercely, sending me backwards again.

"Christian-" I gasp into his mouth and push at his chest. I'm no longer worried about people watching us, I'm more concerned about how good this feels and that if he continues to devour me I won't be able to stop him.

"You taste so fucking good. Like white rum and mint." His tongue stabs my lips and although he's under the influence, his movements don't falter one bit. Which makes my attempts at pushing him away all the more harder. "I want you, baby."

"Christian-" I say with a bit more force this time and thankfully he hears me. He pulls back and looks at me, his molten grey eyes raking over my face with nothing but heat and lust. I swear he's been sexually charged all day, he hasn't stopped touching me ever since we woke up this morning and if that little dry hump in the bedroom is anything to go by, I'm in for the ride of my life when we get home.

"What?"

"Not here." I shake my head and slowly catch my breath, running my thumb across his soft lower lip. "Jesus, what has gotten in to you?"

"You," He growls and grabs hold of the wrist that is near his face, bringing my hand to his lips and kissing my palm over and over again. "I only have to look at you and I want you all over again, it's just what you do to me."

"Ditto." I mouth and lean forward, kissing the side of his mouth softly. I can feel his breath hitting my cheek as he turns into my touch. I can smell the mix of bourbon and scotch on his breath but oddly enough it doesn't bother me, if anything I find it sexy. Anything this man does is sexy. "But we have an audience so you need to save this pent up frustration for later." He gives me a loud humph and holds his hand out as he stands, flexing his fingers when all I do is frown in confusion.

"If you're making me wait until later, the least you can do is dance with me." Now that I can do. Christian leads me through the throng of people just as the song switches from the bump and grind of Pitbull, to the softer tones of John Legend's All of Me.

Christian pulls me into his shirtless hold as he leans down to nuzzle my neck, his lips pressing against my skin sending goose bumps down the length of my spine.

"Now, I definitely don't know what I would do without your smart mouth," I giggle into his shoulder as he sways me from side to side. We're not really dancing properly at all, we're rocking back and forth more than anything but being this close to him is all I want.

"No, you wouldn't. Did you plan this?"

"What?"

"This song? I think this is the first song to be played that hasn't had every woman dancing like they're on a pole."

"No, I didn't. Pure coincidence, baby, I promise." His lips move up my neck to that special spot beneath my ear, the spot that makes me shudder every time he so much as breathes on it. "I like it though. It's fitting, don't you think?"

"Mmm. Very."

Cause' all of me , loves all of you,
All your curves and all your edges,
All your perfect imperfections,
Give your all to me, I'll give my all to you,
You're my end and my beginning,
Even when I lose I'm winning,

"You smell good," Christian mumbles into my neck as his arms lock around the small of my back, pulling me tighter into his hold. Not that I would try and escape anyway. "Like sun and lotion, how the fuck can you smell so good after being in the water all afternoon."

"I don't smell that good. I've sweated out half my water content this afternoon, it's been so hot."

"You're hot. Have I told you that before?" I grin and tuck my face into his neck, basking in the feel of our chests pressed against one another. I'm still in my barely there cover up and I know it's doing very little to do that - cover me up. So when Christian's hand glides down my back and cups ass I don't even bat an eyelid. To onlookers it looks like he's groping me when really he's trying to hide me - while he has a grope.

"Yes, baby you have. You're wrecked aren't you?" I ask with a laugh.

"I'm dancing aren't I? If I was wrecked do you think I'd be able to dance this well?" I snort back a laugh. I want to tell him that we're not really dancing but I don't want to burst his blurry little bubble. I'm actually surprised that we're not a heap of limbs on the floor right now, it's not exactly easy holding him up.

"That's true. Out of curiosity, just what have you been drinking?"

"What have you been drinking?" He snorts and squeezes me ass.

"Mojitos. Now you?"

"Fuck if I know. Elliot kept handing me tumblers of the most foul shit while we played poker. At first it was just bourbon, but I lost track halfway in. I remember a lemon wedge and tequila at one point." Christian drinking tequila?! He hates shots. I've only ever seen him take a shot once and that was the night we first met, I think even then he only drank it to be polite. "It was fucking vile."

"Do you feel sick?" He shakes his head as John continues to sing. "Sure?"

"Mmm. Just horny."

"No different to when you're sober then,"

"Nope. No fucking different."

Give me all of you,
Cards on the table, we're both showing hearts,
Risking it all, though it's hard.
Cause' all of me , loves all of you,
All your curves and all your edges,
All your perfect imperfections,
Give your all to me, I'll give my all to you,
You're my end and my beginning,
Even when I lose I'm winning,

"Good to know. I would hate for you to lose your touch."

"As if that would ever happen, Ana. Have you fucking met me?" Part of me wonders if there will ever be a day where he doesn't want me? If he'll ever grow tired of me? Of sex with the same person? As the song draws to a close, Christian jerks his pelvis into mine as he grips my hips tight, the steel rod pressing into my stomach giving me my answer. "I love you."

I give you all of me,
And you give me all of you.

"I love you too."


I can't believe we've been on this boat for nine solid hours. All fifty four of us. The music is still playing but it's more softer now, a hoard of people I still haven't spoken to are gathered in the kitchen eating left over's and drinking chardonnay, and my friends - Our friends, are grouped together outside watching the pyrotechnician preparing for the firework display which was another one of Mia's elaborate ideas. Although it took me all of ten seconds to get excited about it.

I emerge from our bedroom after changing and head straight for my specials. Swapping my cover up for a cute, white lace mini dress with long sleeves. Christian turns around as soon as I step outside, a wide grin spreading across his face as he takes several steps forward to meet me.

"Don't get too close, baby." I roll my eyes and shake my head.

"The display hasn't even started yet and besides, you're standing close."

"That's different. No one would care if this old thing became disfigured." He points a long finger at his face and I smack him on the chest twice. That wasn't even remotely funny.

"Don't even joke, Christian, Jeez." Laughing lightly, he wraps an arm around my neck and drags me to where he was standing. So much for me not getting too close.

"Wow, you look hot. In fact, you've looked hot in fucking everything you've worn today, Steele." Kate comments as she eyes me up and down, reaching a hand out to press against my now covered bosom making Christian growl from beside me. "Oh don't look at me like that, Grey. I've been groping her tits long before you came along and I don't plan on stopping now." Elliot does a double take and Olivia cackles like a hyena. I swat her hand away and splay both of my own across my breasts, covering them on instinct.

"Come on, Bro. You can't tell me that shit isn't a fucking turn on."

"I'll knock you the fuck out if you don't shut up in the next five seconds, Elliot." Christian grips my hips and moves me to stand in front of him and I can feel his hot breath on my ear as he pants. He's really letting his brother rile him up today and I don't know why, surely he knows Elliot's doing it to push his buttons.

"I'm just saying," He holds his hands up to placate himself and takes a step backwards, leaning against the railing and folding his arms across his chest. "What man hasn't got a fantasy about two women together? Rubbin' all over each other?" I swear Christian is getting ready to lunge for him, by the smug look on Elliot's face and the sound of Christian's heavy breathing I'm all but ready for a fist fight.

"Fireworks, every one!"

We all turn to the sound of Carrick booming from across the deck, he's holding a tumbler of what looks like brandy as he waves his free hand towards where we are standing. As soon as people begin filing through the double doors, Carrick leads his wife across the floor and tenderly kisses his forehead. Grace stumbles slightly and I can see she's still a little unsteady on the feet. Earlier, Mia made a pitcher of what I can only describe as paint stripper and Grace drank half of it under thirty minutes flat. An hour ago she was asking me if I had a karaoke machine. While part of me cringed and thanked the lord for deciding against it, the other part of me wished I had brought one purely for the look on Christian's face.

"Oh, look at you two kids. All loved up and romantic. Look at them, Carry." Grace sways to the side and cups both our cheeks as Christian takes hold of her arm and keeps her upright. "So beautiful."

"What are me and Kate, Mom? Chopped fucking liver?" Elliot grumbles from behind me making me laugh. I know how much Grace adores Kate, she always has done ever since day one but something inside Grace makes her favour Christian when she's had a drink or five. She hasn't stopped hugging him and kissing him all day.

"Oh, no sweetie not at all. You know I love you." She waves a hand at her eldest and takes a sip of only god knows what. One thing is for sure, it's definitely not Mia's punch. "You've done an amazing job, honey. Planning something this wonderful and managing to keep it a secret from this one? I should hire you."

"Mia helped, it wasn't all me." I interject in the hope that she'll stop thanking me. That's another thing she hasn't stopped doing since we got here.

"All I did was get everyone here, you did all the hard stuff, Ana." Not exactly true. We would have been eating hotdogs and drinking beer if Mia hadn't roped Franco in and she knows that. She enjoys watching me squirm no doubt.

"Mia's right, baby. I can't believe what you achieved in the space of a week." Christian bends and kisses my nose then my cheek, winking at me when I turn my face to look at him.

"When the fuck are these fireworks starting? I'm freezing my fucking balls off standing here."

"Why don't you put some clothes on then, dickhead." Christian narrows his eyes and growls at Elliot. He's not wrong though. Christian changed into shorts and a tee that makes my womb clench over two hours ago.

Once he started to sober up, he realised his body had been on show for the majority of the afternoon making him throw a shirt on. I wanted to ask him why it was okay for him to parade around half naked but it wasn't okay for me. I bit my tongue on that one knowing it was an argument I'd never win.

"I like you shirtless, babe." Kate drawls and she runs a hand over Elliot's chest, tracing a circle around his nipple. She presses herself against him and whispers something in his ear giving him a shit eating grin. Idly, I wonder if they have sloped off anywhere today but judging by the look on Kate's face and the way she's touching him they haven't been able to and now she's more than frustrated.

"I'm gunna' be fucking sick." Christian gripes into my ear. I shush him and lace our fingers together, dragging him into the middle of the deck so that we can get a good viewing spot.

Ten minutes into the magnificent display of palm shells, kamuro, spider and crossette effects, my neck starts to ache so I lean back into Christian's arms and rest my head against his shoulder the best I can. He instinctively pulls me tighter and claps his hands over my belly.

"Cold, baby?"

"No. My damn neck's starting to ache."

"I'll massage it for you later." He drawls into my ear making me shiver. He's been taunting me all day, teasing me with naughty touches and dirty words and I can honestly say I've never been more ready to get off this boat and away from prying eyes.

"I'll hold you to that, Grey." I turn my face to his and close my eyes as he melds our lips together, moving his mouth over mine softly and sensually. We stand in the middle of the crowd, locked in an intimate embrace like we're the only two people in the world while the most beautiful display of fireworks takes place over our heads. Christian rubs his nose against mine and moves one hand to cradle my face, holding my jaw in place as he kisses me again. Deeper this time.

I'm pulled away from Christian's incredible touch when I feel a hand tugging at my dress. Tearing my lips away from my boyfriend's, I look down to see Bethany clutching a soft fleece blanket, looking up at me with big beautiful eyes.

"Hey, pretty girl. What are you doing?" She doesn't say anything. She just points a little finger towards the sky and rubs her eyes, she looks exhausted. It must be at least ten thirty now and I know that's late for a five year old on a normal day, let alone when she's been tossed on a yacht and forced to party with the best of us.

"Come here, kid. You'll see better from up here." Christian bends down and picks her up, making my heart stop as he hoists her onto his shoulders and wraps two large hands around her little thighs. While I breathe through what felt like a heart attack, Bethany giggles and drops her blanket so she can grab Christian's head to hold on. I pick up the pale pink fleece and tuck it under my arm, watching as my man helps this little angel to see the fireworks better.

"I hope you don't mind, Ana. She couldn't see from the back and Jake told her it was okay to come and watch them with you."

"Of course not." I smile at Lou as she rubs her arms and jiggles on the spot, her thin sundress doing nothing to keep her warm. "Has she had a good day?"

"The best," She smiles affectionately up at her daughter. Her long, honey blonde hair blowing into her face ad covering her eyes. "Thank you for swimming with her this afternoon, I've never been one for water and there was no way in hell I was letting Jake swim after drinking how much he did."

"It's fine, really. We had fun." Catching Christian's eye, he smiles at me and winks, clearly listening in on my conversation with Lou.

"You're good with her you know, I've never seen her take to someone as fast as she did with you. She's usually so shy and quiet." I can't help but smile shyly as I tuck my hair behind my ear. I don't feel like I was overly good with her, I just bonded with her instantly and I felt like she did the same with me. Sometimes there's just that instant connection and there's no reason or explanation for it.

Christian lowers Bethany to the floor once the fireworks have finished, but not before people have left the deck and headed inside. It would be horrendous if someone were to knock her down and hurt her.

"Is it home time now, Ana?"

"Yes, sweetie. Have you had fun?" I bend my knees so that I'm at her height, running my fingers through her wind swept curls. She nods her little head and takes a step forward into my open arms, her beautiful face tucking into the crook of my neck as her arms wrap around me. "Come see me soon?"

"Okay." Christian runs a hand through her hair and kisses her nose, the gesture so intimate and tender my heart stops beating for a second. I don't think I've ever seen him interact with a child before, I've seen him rub Megan's bump occasionally but that's it. This - this is something else entirely.

Christian's POV

I tell Ana not to change once we're back at Escala. She doesn't argue, she knows exactly what I want and when the elevator doors open, she's out of the cart faster than lightening and heading straight for our bedroom. I watch her sexy as shit ass saunter down the hallway before making a beeline for the kitchen.

Fucking Elliot. There's a dull ache throbbing in my temples and every time I stand up, my stomach plummets to my feet. That poker game was fucking lethal, liquor was being passed around like water and by the time my dad's twenty five year old scotch came out to play, I was already half wrecked. I fill the biggest glass I can find with ice cold water and chug the entire thing in under ten seconds, swallowing two Advils along with it for good measure.

No way in fucking hell am I spending tonight feeling like this, like I might hurl my guts up all because I drank like a twenty year old frat boy. All I want to do is fuck my girl, I want to peel that hot as fuck dress of her and devour every inch of her. We fucked each other's brains out this morning and then some, not to mention our tryst on the boat too but somehow I'm still not satisfied. I can never get enough of her and it took every ounce of strength I had not to pin her down and impale her hot pussy on my cock when I saw her sprawled out on the lounger.

I stand with my ass pressed against the kitchen counter for several minutes more while I rub circles over my temples, desperate for this head ache to piss the fuck off. Fuck, I hope Ana hasn't fallen asleep. I told her to wait for me on the bed while I grab a drink and not to move. I know she herself had been knocking back the cocktails all day with Kate and my sister and I know what does to her after a couple of hours. One minute she's laughing an talking and the next she's passed out and softly snoring, although it's adorable as fuck - That's not what I have planned for her tonight.

I reach for the back of my neck and tug my shirt over my head as I walk, tossing it on the floor in the hall way before reaching our bedroom door. I'm fully expecting to find her asleep, it's too quiet for her not to be and knowing how impatient my little nymph can get when she's horny, I know for a fact she would have came out to hunt me down once I hit the five minute mark.

Or maybe not.

Sat on the edge of the bed facing the door, dressed in nothing but lacy lingerie is my girlfriend. She has her legs demurely crossed and ever so slowly, she twirls her foot around in circles while her eyes focus on me. I'm frozen to the spot, unable to move. She's leaning one hand on the mattress behind her while the other one fingers through her hair mindlessly, it's seductive as fuck.

As soon as I snap the hell out of my sex induced stupor, I stride towards Ana and stand as close to her as I can without physically touching her. She looks up at me before lowering her eyes again and batting her lashes, it's not an intentional move, she doesn't even know she does it but when she does, I'm putty in her fucking hands. Her neck lolls to the side slightly as I trace her shoulder blade with one finger, letting it hook into the strap of her black and fuchsia bra, tugging the fabric down enough for it to fall off her shoulder.

"What's this?"

"What's what?" Her voice is dripping with sex. Pure. Raw. Sex. My cock throbs almost painfully when she bites down and catches her plump lip in between her teeth.

"This. You, dressed like this for me."

"Don't you like it?"

"Oh, baby," I tilt her chin up with my forefinger and demand for her to look at me. Her chest heaves and a thin sheen of sweat forms on her clavicle and sternum. She's ready - more than ready and I fucking love it. "I more than like it. You look fucking incredible, did you plan this?" Ana slowly shakes her head and releases her lip with a spine tingling pop. Her legs spread wide enough for me to see her wet mound making my head tip back in ecstasy, her panties are doing little if not nothing at all to cover just how wet she really is and I know if I were to get that little bit closer, that little bit lower, I would be able to smell her irresistible arousal.

"I wanted to surprise you." Fucking surprise me you did, baby! "It's your birthday." A devious little smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. I cock my eyebrow and wait for her to continue but when she doesn't, I square my shoulders and drag two fingertips down her soft cheek, letting them graze the swell of her tits for a brief second.

"It is my birthday. What are you going to give me?" The truth is, she doesn't have to give me anything. After all that she's done for me today, the love lock, the surprise waiting for me on my boat, there isn't a single fucking thing more she could give me that would make me a happier man. But something tells me she wants something, she wants to give me something and seeing her like this, all dressed down in panties and a garter belt - who the fuck am I to refuse her.

"What do you want?"

"I want you to tell me what you're going to give me. Don't be coy, baby." Ana leans back on both of her hands and pushes her chest out slightly, those perfect tits just begging to break free from the confines of her bra. Slowly, she lifts her legs and places her feet on the edge of the bed and it's only now that I realise she's wearing six inch fuck me heels, and not just any fuck me heels either, she's wearing the black Louboutins with the red sole.

The Louboutins that she wore the night we first met.

I specifically remember because all I could think about was how they would look wrapped around my neck. She gives me a knowing smirk when she catches me eyeing her shoes and tilts her head to the side coquettishly.

"Don't worry. I thought the exact same thing that night too." Releasing a growl that I can only describe as primal, I lunge forward and smash our lips together, trapping her on the bed by pinning my hands at either side of our head.

Our tongues fight back and forth, lashing against each other aggressively. I wait for her to fist her hands in my hair like she always does but they never come. Instead, she remains in a half upright position, balancing on her elbows with her legs bent in the air, the spike of her heels never once breaking contact with the mattress beneath her. I drag my lips down her cheek, her neck and her chest, kissing and sucking her porcelain skin while moving down the length of her body until I reach the strip of skin on her abdomen above her panties. Glancing up at the vixen in front of me, our eyes lock as I press another kiss to her stomach and reach for her right leg, swinging it up and over so that it is draped over my shoulder.

Just when I think I'm about to get my wish, Ana bolts upright and tugs at my hair, shaking her head back and forth while trying to catch her breath. "No," She pants. "That's not what I want."

"What do you want?" I growl up at her and hook my fingers into her garter belt, letting it drop with a satisfying twang.

"I want to please you." She's on her feet before the words leave her mouth. I stand with her and watch as she turns around and bends forward, bracing her hands on the bed in front of her and arching her back. Glancing over her shoulder slightly, Ana sticks her ass out pushes herself into my now purple dick.

Oh. Oh. OH!

"Ana…" I say slowly, mesmerised with the rocking of her hips. Does she…Does she want me to fuck her ass? Tonight?

"I want you to," She answers my unspoken question and pushes back again, harder this time causing me to howl like a damn dog. "I want it, Christian."

"Baby," I grip her hip with one hand and trace her spine with my knuckles. She shivers slightly and her arms buckle a little as my touch caresses her skin. "Baby, turn around." She does so instantly and I almost fall to the floor when I see nothing but lust in her eyes. Her cheeks are flushed and her beach waves are curled around her tits.

Fuck ME! She's trying to kill me.

"Why are you giving me this?" I cup the side of her face with one hand and kiss her hungrily because lets face it, the thought of fucking her ass drives me even closer to the brink of coming in my shorts. "You don't have to do this."

"I know. I want to do this, I want to make you happy, Christian."

"Baby, you do make me happy. You make me so fucking happy I feel like I could cry, I don't want you ever thinking that you don't." Her beautiful blue eyes focus on mine as she blinks slightly. For a second I think I see regret crossing her face and I panic. I don't want her to think that I don't want this, I want this so bad it's making my balls weep but I don't want her to give me this because of that.

"I told you that you could -"

"I don't care what you told me, Ana. Just because you have decided to give me this it doesn't mean I need it now, fuck, baby I don't need it now."

"You don't?"

"No," I breathe before melding our lips together. Her body melts into mine and my hands trail down her back and onto her ass, my palms squeezing each fuckable cheek before walking her backwards until the backs of her knees hit the bed. "I just want you, I only want you."

Pushing her down, I stand over her and pull my khakis down my legs in record speed, kicking them across the room to some place unknown. Ana starts to squirm before I even touch her, her chest is in the air and her arms are above her head like their glued to the spot. She's still in her lingerie and while the thought of peeling it off her turns me the fuck on, I can't bring myself to do it.

"I think we'll leave this on." She nods her head frantically. Picking one foot up, I kiss her ankle softly and nip her shin making her yelp. "We'll definitely be leaving these on."

My tongue glides up the length of her leg at a snails pace. I wanted this to be fast, an hour ago I wanted nothing more than to fuck the shit out of her until she begged me to stop but now, seeing her like this, spread out for me and me alone, all I want to do is love every inch of her.

"You are so fucking beautiful, baby. Do you know that?" Ana shakes her head and closes her eyes, thrusting her hips into the air. "Open your eyes."

"Christian, please,"

"Open your eyes." I bark and her eyes open instantly. I push her up the bed until her head reaches the soft, downy pillows at the top of the bed. I hover over her and thread a hand into her hair, sinking my tongue deep into her mouth. "You. Are. Beautiful. So fucking beautiful I can barely breathe sometimes."

My words make her moan. Her back arches and once again her hips lift upwards, desperate for some much needed friction. I slide my hand in between us and reach for her pussy, rubbing four fingers over the drenched scrap of lace that covers what I want the most. "Fuck, baby." My head falls forward and I bury my face into her neck. "You're so fucking wet. Do you want me?"

"Y…Yess." She's breathing like a race horse now. Her hot breath hitting my cheek in short, harsh pants. "So much." I slide one finger into the side of her panties and let it tease the engorged flesh nestled underneath, her eyes roll into the back of her head and when I gently let the tip of my finger pop inside her folds, she quakes beneath me. Her legs tremble and she releases a strangled whimper, her hand flying out above her head to clutch a pillow so tightly, her knuckles turn white.

"Fuck, baby. Did you just come?" The cream seeping onto my finger and the sheets beneath us tells me everything I need to know. She had an orgasm from barely any touch at all, my finger hardly even penetrated her and she still came - hard.

"I..I don't know…Shit…" I silence her with my mouth as my fingers fumble with the clasp on her garter belt, unhooking it at rapid speed before tearing her panties from her body.

"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen. You," I kiss her roughly, our lips sloppily gliding against each other. "are fucking amazing. You're so amazing."

I shuffle lower slightly, my face in perfect symmetry with her perfectly toned stomach. I freeze for a second as a myriad of emotions run through me. Her perfectly toned, her perfectly empty stomach.

"Christian?" Ana lifts her head and looks down at me. Confusion washing over her beautiful face. "Baby, what's wrong?" Pulling myself together, I smile at her and make eye contact as I lower my lips to just below her navel. Pressing a soft, loving kiss to her flushed skin.

"One day," I say quietly. "One day, I'll put a baby in here." Ana's breath hitches and her eyes widen. I wait for the onslaught of panic to take over but it never does, she just watches me as I continue to kiss her, my hand now softly rubbing her stomach. "Not yet. I know you're not ready yet, and I'm okay with that. But I just want you to know that when you are ready. I'll make it happen for us."

Her eyes pool with tears and I instantly sit up on my haunches. My hand still caressing her belly.

"Baby, don't cry. I'm sorry, I don't want you to cry." A lone tear slips down her cheek but she shakes her head quickly as if to rid herself of it. I feel like she wants to say something, her mouth opens several times but before any words leave her lips she closes it again.

"Love me, Christian. Please just love me." My heart hammers in my chest violently. Without wanting to waste another second, I shuffle closer to her on my knees and fist my hard and heavy dick in my hand, leaning forward to drag the head over her dripping wet folds.

She screams out when I apply pressure to her clit but I don't allow her to become accustomed to the feeling for too long. I slowly enter her, closing my eyes as her hot, wet silk encases me like a vice. Ana grips the pillow next to her head again and her neck arches. Fuck, she's so hot.

"That's it, baby. Fuck that's it."

"Yesss," She hisses and bites down hard on her lip. "Harder, Christian. Harder." Not wanting to disappoint the woman I love more than life itself. I lean forward and grip the top of the headboard with my hands as I piston into her at a rapid pace, my balls slapping against her ass over and over again.

"Like that?"

"Yes. God, just like that." I release the headboard and slam my hands beside her head to keep me upright.

I so desperately want to bury my face in her neck and succumb to the overwhelming sensation that's building in my balls but I don't. I can't. Watching her like this, legs spread and open mouthed while I fuck her, her tits bouncing upward so fast they're almost popping out of her bra, it's sending me into over drive.

"I can feel you getting tight. How the fuck can you even get any tighter?" Her moans and groans bounce off the walls as her pussy grips me in an iron clad clinch. "Are you close?"

"So close. So close…just, just a little…fuck, yes. There, baby, there…" She falls off the edge spectacularly, screaming and clutching at anything she can get her hands on.

It only take two sharp thrusts before I'm collapsing on top of her. Shuddering and shaking through a white, hot orgasm. Ana runs her hands through my hair while I struggle to catch my breath. I can feel the beads of sweat on her breasts coating my cheek and moisture seeps down my balls thicker than it's ever done before.

"Shit, Ana." I pant, my voice squeaking slightly on the end." Fuck, I have no words."

"I know. That was…" She can't even finish her sentence properly, she sounds just as breathless as I do if not more so. I can still feel the aftershocks of her orgasm on my dick and fuck if that doesn't make me twitch again.

"How do you do that to me? Every. Single. Fucking. Time." I sense her smiling into my hair and I grin right back. There are no answers for that one, she rocks my world tenfold and it's just the way it is.

"I could ask you the same thing." I turn my face and envelope my mouth around an erect nipple, sucking and pulling until I hear Ana moaning in response. "I can feel you getting hard again,"

"That's because you make me hard." I suck the little nub harder and when she bucks her chest further into my face I rock my hips and thrust softly. "Shit, again?"

"Again." She clarifies breathlessly.

"Thank fuck. Now, about those heels around my neck…"


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