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BirdsandStars

I can feel his fingers in my hair, pulling out the hairpins one by one and pulling back the veil. I feel his fingers on my shoulders, slowly sliding into the straps of the dress. But he continues to push the buttons of the dress and undoes them one by one by lightly rubbing the exposed skin underneath. He raises his hands again, brushing against my skin and tracing the outline of the dress towards the straps. Slide one down and place a kiss on the shoulder and continue to kiss as he slides it down my arm. He does the same with the other one. And the dress slides down my body to the floor. Christian reaches out a hand to help me get out of the dress.

—We better get it out of the way. —he lets go of my hand.

He picks up the dress from the floor, places it on the chair and then turns towards me. He walks like a predator in my direction and stops in front of me looking at me completely. I know he's got the upper hand right now, but he's not going to stay that way for long. I take a step forward and direct my hands towards his tie. I untie it, leaving it hanging around his neck, and then I continue with the buttons on his shirt. When I get to the pants, I raise my eyes to his eyes. He hasn't stopped me yet. As soon as I undo the button on the pants his hands hold on to mine stopping me.

—Not yet. We both know that, if I let you go on, we'll be finished sooner than we both wish. —take my hands off and step away from me.

He takes off his shirt and tie and places it on the back of his chair. He returns to where I am and stops in front of me.

—I don't think I can stand any more lace today. —he says in a whisper before joining his lips to mine.

I wrap my hands around his neck before he begins to descend on my body kissing all the skin in his path. His light beard on my hypersensitive skin has the effect I imagined and my body begins to react to his caresses. He ignores my breasts and continues his journey towards his main goal. He stops right at the edge of my panties and looks at me from the floor while he raises an eyebrow. I know what he's thinking. I know what he wants.

—These, yes, are your wedding present. —I tell him when his hands cling to my waist.

He smiles wickedly at me before directing his hands towards my buttocks and I feel the fabric tear easily. He throws the pieces of cloth to one side and then stands up from the ground and sticks his face to mine.

—I haven't brought you any wedding gifts. —he says to me as he sticks his body to mine. —But ask me for anything you want and you'll get it. —he says seductively.

I know what I want right now, but I want us to take our time, I want to enjoy every second, memorize every moment of our new life together. I can feel his erection trapped inside his pants. I slide my hands behind his back, tuck them into his pants and squeeze his buttocks.

—We've been separated for six months... —I tell him as I push him down until he falls on the bed. —we still haven't caught up. —I tell him with a smile.

Christian leans back on his hands and smiles at me.

—Really. I thought we had caught up the other night?

I know what night he mean. A groan escapes me from just remembering everything we did that night.

—You caught up, I'm still not satisfied. —I answer with a seductive smile as I stare at him.

I stand between his legs, naked, while he slips his tongue through his lips and watches me like the predator I know he isI place my hands on his shoulders and slowly slide them across his chest, slowly lowering them to his abs. Every muscle in his body tightens at the touch of my hands. I finish unbuttoning his pants and put a hand inside. His limb is hard and warm and Christian lets out a groan as I caress him. I start to pull down his pants and he helps me by leaning on his hands and raising his butt. As soon as he has the pants halfway down I take his limb in my hand again and bring my lips towards him. I slide my tongue from the base, slowly towards the tip as I stare at him. I trace circles with my tongue at the tip, making an audible moan escape. I put it in my mouth, suck on it and slide my tongue in circles. I pull it out of my mouth and slide my tongue to the base again.

I smile at him before climbing up and kissing his body and joining our lips. I straddle him, his limb hard and anxious under me. And the kiss that begins slowly and sensuously turns to despair. I can feel it in the way he holds his hands tightly around my waist. His tongue slips into my mouth and I can't help but groan audibly.

Christian grabs my hips and in one quick movement I find myself lying in bed, with him on top of me.

—Fuck off! —he says as he quickly undoes his remaining clothes. —I'll take it easier next time. —he says, burying himself in me.

He's clinging to my shoulders while I'm wrapping my legs around his waist. His lips devour mine while our tongues compete in each other's mouths. It's a battle neither of us will win. His movements inside me are quick and with each one I let out a muffled groan. Christian separates his lips from mine when he lunges at me again. Hard, wild, unrestrained. I groan again as my body begins to shake and my walls begin to squeeze and hold him inside me.

But I know I won't be able to hold it for long, not when it starts to move desperately. I let go of a curse when the orgasm sweeps me away. I stare at him, watch him clench his jaw and his face begins to break down with pleasure a few seconds later and I feel him filling me up completely. He continues to charge a few times until he comes out of me and drops next to me.

—I promise to last longer next time. —he says to me as I laugh out loud.

He stands up, leaning on one hand. I turn to him and pull a lock of hair from his face.

—And in my defense, I must say you've been tempting me all night in that dress. —he says as he looks up at the chair.

—That was the idea. I wanted to see your reaction to seeing me in all that lace.

—All I could think about was tearing it off slowly. —He says to me as he begins to kiss my neck. —And then making love to you just as slowly. But I think that over 24 hours apart and without sex, I got affected and changed my mind.

And I understand that, I really do. We were both desperate.

—It's a good thing the dress is intact. —I'm telling him with a smile.

—I can't say the same for the panties. —he tells me by pointing to the floor where my shredded panties lie.

—This time you'll tell me where we're going? —I ask him as I bend over and slide my hand over his chest.

—I thought you knew. —he says, raising an eyebrow as he smiles at me.

—Should I know?

—We've been there once before, but this time, we'll have it to ourselves. —he says to me with that dimpled smile.

And I know exactly where we're headed.

—Should we sleep then?

—First we'll have some dinner. —he tells me, getting out of bed.

I sit on the bed and watch him as he puts on his boxer.

—I haven't had a bite, and I know you haven't either, you've only had the cake. —he walks to the door, and leaves the room, locking it behind him.

I drop into bed.

I can barely believe we're married. So much has happened in the last year that I still don't understand how I fell hopelessly in love with this man. How he managed to get so deep inside of me, literally and figuratively. And how his gaze and presence can continue to affect me as it did on the first day. The door opens again and Christian enters with a tray in his hands, covered. He sits up on the bed and I stand looking at the mysterious tray.

—Can I see what's underneath?

—You can.

I'm uncovering the tray. There's a plate of strawberries, a bottle of champagne with two glasses. There's also cheese and olives and a bottle of Nutella. I look up from the tray because just looking at the Nutella I start to get nervous.

—Nutella? —I ask him with an eyebrow.

—That's the only thing you've noticed in the tray. —he says to me as he puts it aside.

—I don't think I'll ever see her with the same eyes again.

—This time, it's for the strawberries. —he says with a smile as he takes one from the tray and passes it over the Nutella.

I can't take my eyes off the strawberry in his hand as he brings it to his lips. Christian knows how to make the simple gesture of eating a strawberry seductive. He stops before he gets to his lips.

—Do you want to? —he suddenly asks me.

My heart beats fast as he brings the strawberry to my lips. I half-open them without taking my eyes off his. He slides the strawberry to my lips before I take a bite and he quickly pulls it away, making the juice run down the edge of my lips. Christian approaches me and slips his tongue around the corner of my lips while a groan escapes me.

—Do you want more? —he asks me seductively as he brings the rest of the strawberry to my lips.

—Are you seducing me, Mr Grey, or feeding me? —I ask with a smile.

—I'm trying to feed you, Mrs Grey, but you seem to have some ideas in mind. —he says to me as I push him with one hand and sit astride him.

Christian laughs as I lean over to the tray and pick up the bottle of Nutella. I take a spoon and pull out a piece of Nutella that I bring to my lips and slowly savor it with a whimper. Then I lower the spoon to his chest, but I don't touch him. I lower the spoon further and begin to spread it all over his abdomen until I have nothing else in the spoon. I put the spoon aside and smile at him.

—I want you to remember tonight every time you see a bottle of Nutella. —I tell him as I begin to devour the Nutella from his body.

As I descend into his body I run down. When I am finished with his abdomen, I sit on his thighs and take the spoon and fill it again with Nutella. By now he should have a very clear idea of what I intend to do. I smile at him as I lower the spoon onto his hard limb that is ready for me again.

Christian moans as I start spreading Nutella all over his limb. I throw the spoon aside with trembling hands. It's impossible for me to continue to hold back any longer. I go down to his limb and put it in my mouth making Christian let out another moan, now louder. The combination of the chocolate on his hot, hard limb is extremely exciting. I slide my tongue over and over, no matter how much chocolate is left. But I don't stop. I just can't do it. I let out a moan and I know I can't take it anymore.

I stand with one hand on his chest and guide him into me. I bring my lips close to his and insert my tongue into his mouth in a fiery kiss full of love and madness as I start to move and he holds me by the buttocks.

—You taste deliciously like chocolate.—he says to me against my lips.

I stand up again, resting both hands on the wings of the phoenix. I move over it and close my eyes looking for that delicious friction that will take me to ecstasy.

—Touch yourself. —his hoarse voice makes me stop my movement and open my eyes.

I don't take my eyes off of his as I lower a hand down his whole body caressing every muscle on my way to my destination. And I start stroking my clitoris. A wave of pleasure sweeps through me and makes me close my eyes as I hold tightly to his chest with my free hand.

—Open your eyes. — he begs me, he spanks me and he squeezes my buttocks again.

I open my eyes and fix my gaze on his again. If he keep squeezing me like this, I think he is going to leave me a mark. The desire begins to grow quickly inside me as Christian helps me move over it. I try to move too, but the wave of pleasure that is growing so intense inside me as I stroke my clitoris and move over him, is unlike anything I have ever felt before. It is difficult for me to concentrate on so many sensations and I stop caressing myself.

—No, go on. —he asks me with a rapid breathing as I turn my fingers back.

And suddenly my movements become uncontrollable. I lean on his chest as I caress myself and move desperately over him. There is nothing I can do when my walls start to squeeze around him again. He has asked me not to close my eyes, but as I let out a groan, it is inevitable that I will not close them. Each sensation has become more intense. I open my eyes and lose myself in his grey eyes. I can feel his hard limb inside me, my moans mixed with his as I feel my whole world disappearing in an instant. My vision becomes blurred as I bury my fingernails in his chest, I bite my lower lip and let myself go with a series of curses. I let myself fall on his chest, exhausted.

—I can't take it anymore. —I confess to him in a moan with hardly any strength to hold me.

But he doesn't stop. He continues to move me as he holds me tightly by the buttocks. My body has not yet recovered from the recent devastating orgasm, I am still lying on his chest as he charges at me. But my body, it takes on a life of its own as it feels harder and harder inside me. I stand up, place both hands on his chest and begin to move desperately over him feeling another, even more powerful orgasm begin to grow inside me.

—God! —I cry out in ecstasy.

—Don't stop! I'm coming! —he cries out as I feel him let out a groan.

I can't stop moving when I feel it filling me up completely. And I go on until a new orgasm sweeps over me and leaves me faint on its body.