Leave me your coments.

BirdsandStars

The car stops and I assume we've arrived. I feel a door open and close again. A few minutes later Kate is taking off my blindfold. I'm having a little trouble getting my eyes to adjust to where I am. Christian's not in the car anymore. It's just us. Kate touches up my makeup a little bit and smiles at me.

—You look beautiful. —she says to me with a smile.

I can see the paparazzi outside. And I look at the simple white dress I'm wearing.

—I think this was a bad idea. —I'm already regretting it.

I should have gotten a much more suitable dress, considering who I'm marrying. One that would leave everyone with their mouths hanging open.

—What are you talking about?

—That I should have gotten another dress considering the whole world's gonna see me.

—Anastasia. —she says, holding my face in her hands and forcing me to look into her eyes. —You look beautiful in that dress, and I'm sure Christian will love it. —she says with a smile.

I look back at the crowd of paparazzi gathered outside waiting for me to get out of the car.

—Ready? —Kate asks me as I sit nod.

She opens the door and after getting out she holds out her hand to help me. As soon as I get out of the car the flashes from the cameras leave me blind. I walk holding Kate's hand towards the chapel where everyone is waiting.

Right at the entrance there are several security guards who prevent the paparazzi from entering. They only allow access to several of them so they can take the necessary photos.

I'm nervous.

Kate opens the door and I see Christian at the end of the room with Elliot and the judge who's marrying us. At that very moment, I stop breathing. Christian has perfectly combed hair and is wearing a white suit.

When I look closely, I see the rest of the guests, not many of them. Kate gives me a tap on the hand and we walk to where everyone else is waiting. As soon as I arrive at Christian's side, I smile shyly at him as he takes my hand in his.

Everyone takes a seat as the judge begins with a brief ceremony. The paparazzi that have entered, don't stop taking pictures. I forget everything around me, I don't even hear the judge talking about love and family. I'm only aware of the warmth of Christian's hand in mine. The desperate beat of my heart. I answer mechanically, yes, when I am asked if I accept, Christian does the same while smiling briefly at me when we are declared husband and wife. We both sign and then stare at each other.

—You can kiss the bride.

Christian smiles at me perversely. I know from his smile that he's been waiting for those words ever since we walked in here. And I know why he was waiting for them when he starts to get his face dangerously close to mine.

He raises one hand, caresses my cheek and holds me by the neck while he wraps the other hand around my waist and joins his lips to mine. I rest my hands against his chest as his kiss begins to rise in intensity.

His lips are sweetly tempting me to open them. And that's exactly what I do as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth and holds me closer to his body. His hand comes down from my waist and lightly caresses my buttock, causing me to let out a groan against his lips.

The whistles and shouts of joy make us part with the accelerated breathing. I can see how his gaze has darkened with desire, but he does not let go, he pulls my waist towards his body to keep me close to him. Everyone starts to come up to congratulate us and the girls pull me to one end away from Christian.

—Oh, my god! Why didn't you ever tell us you were dating Christian Grey?

—Never came up. —I'm saying it like I don't want the thing.

—And it didn't occur to you that something like that was extremely important.

—No.

But at that moment, everyone is staring at Kate.

—Did you know that? —Kate got serious all of a sudden.

—Excuse me, girls. —as soon as they heard him speak they all let out a sigh as I rolled my eyes.

—You're exaggerating. —I tell them with a smile as Christian hugs me from behind and kisses my neck.

—How can you not sigh when he speaks to you in that tone of voice?

—Don't listen to her, Ana is already immune to my charms. —he says, making everyone laugh out loud.

I turn around in his arms and smile at him as I bring my lips to his.

—Do you really think I'm immune to your charms?

—No. I know what happens to you every time I kiss you. —he says very quietly before rubbing his lips lightly with mine. —You ready to start our honeymoon, Mrs Grey?

Hearing him say my new last name makes my breath quicken. And I also know that we're gonna have to talk about this later. I want to keep taking my last name, I don't want people to recognize me by theirs. But that will be later.

—All I can be, Mr Grey. —I'm telling him with a smile.

Christian pulls my hand out of the chapel and leads me to his car.

—Wait, Ana, you're forgetting something! —says Kate as she approaches me with a simple bouquet in her hand.

I take the bouquet and turn my back. I count mentally before throwing the bouquet to the gathered women. I don't even pay much attention to whoever picked it up, because Christian pulls my hand, and leans me back dramatically before kissing me. I hold on to his neck while our breaths mingle and I forget the place once again.

—That's my power. —he says to me, separating briefly from me. —I can make you forget about everyone. —he gives me another quick kiss before he opens the car door and reaches out his hand to help me get in.

Christian turns the car around and gets in quickly.

—Any place to start our short honeymoon? —I ask him with a smile as he accelerates the car and speeds away.

When we stop in front of the Intercontinental Downtown, I still can't believe it. Christian quickly turns around and opens the door, holding his hand for me. Then he opens the trunk and pulls out a small suitcase from the inside and as he intertwines his hand with mine, he leads me to the reception.

I must say that everyone is looking at us as we stop at the reception. But Christian doesn't seem to mind at all.

—Good evening. How can I help you, Mr Grey?

—I'd like a suite for my wife and me. —he says with a smile.

And I can see how the woman's face passes quickly into surprise and amazement.

—I'm sorry, I didn't know you were married.

—We just did.

—So you want a suite for your honeymoon?

—Yes.

—Some special requirements.

—That has a Jacuzzi. —he says to her as he looks at me sideways.

—How many days will you be staying?

—Just one night.

—Here's your room, it's on the top floor. —she says, holding out the card.

—Thank you, have them bring us up something for dinner in a little while. Also a bottle of the best champagne you have and strawberries and chocolate.

He walks away from the counter, pulling me with a fast pace towards the elevator. He pushes the button insistently until the doors open.

—Someone's in a hurry. —I say jokingly when the doors open.

—I don't think I can stop myself until we get to the top.

And as soon as the elevator doors close, Christian is cornering me against an elevator wall. His body presses mine against the cold wall of the elevator, while his lips start to slowly run down my neck.

—Mmmm, Christian. I think there are cameras in here. —I tell him as he stops kissing my neck and looks up at the top of the elevator.

And look at me again. He brings his lips close to mine, but he doesn't kiss me. He just leaves them there, tempting me.

—I promise not to undress you until we get to the room. —he says to me in a whisper as he slowly brings them closer now.

His lips brush slightly against mine, leaving a tingle on them. And then he slips his tongue in sensually and just as slowly making my legs start to wobble.

The elevator doors open and we laugh our way out of the elevator in search of our room.

Christian slips the key card and pushes me into the room. As soon as I'm inside, I feel a thud behind me. The backpack has dropped it on the floor and I quickly have it stick to my body. He slips one strap of my dress and then the other one, letting it fall gently on my body.

—I didn't expect this. —he says to me as I step out of the dress.

I smile at him as I watch him undo his jacket and untie his tie. I turn around and show him the lace set I'm wearing. It's more than an outfit, it's a bit of fabric. By the time I have finished posing the outfit, his shirt is next to my dress on the floor.

—Consider it a wedding gift. —I say to him as he takes a step in my direction.

He places his hands on my waist and slides them into the tiny white lace thong. He moves them backwards and caresses my buttocks slowly as he lets out a gasp.

—I thought you were in a hurry? —I ask him as I hold back a groan of pleasure as I feel his fingers running along the bottom of my buttocks.

And that's all he needs before he carries me up by my buttocks and I wrap my legs around his waist. He walks a few steps and sits me on something cold. But I don't have time to think about where we are, or to see the room. Christian breaks the thong in one quick movement causing me to scream. And then I feel his mouth on my sex, devouring everything in its path. I close my eyes and wrap my hands around his hair while I open my legs to give him better access. His hot tongue is a torture on my sex. Every second the moaning becomes more uncontrollable. And then I stop feeling his tongue and his hot mouth. I open my eyes just as he joins his lips to mine. I wrap my hands around his neck now and pull him closer to me if possible. We both moan and pant as our lips and tongues explore each other.

I can feel the taste of my own excitement on his lips and this only makes me want it more. I feel the sound of something metallic falling to the floor and a few seconds later Christian buries himself in me. His hands come down and he grabs me by the buttocks while I lower mine behind his back. Our lips don't separate. But our moans and panting of pleasure are uncontrollable. I feel the desire grow and grow inside me, being impossible to contain. The muscles of my belly tighten more and more around it with the same intensity that the moans increase.

—Hard! Strong! —I demand it when I can't take it anymore. I am at the limit of pleasure.

—As you wish, love.

And that's exactly what it gives me. The onslaughts increase in intensity. With the same intensity that increases the grip of his hands on my buttocks.

—Christian! Christian!

And as I moan his name he lets out a curse mixed with my name. I feel it pouring out of me and I can't hold it in any longer. I let myself go in an explosive orgasm while I drop my body against his exhausted with pleasure.