a/n: Welcome to my first story. I am not an English speaker/native, so I apologize in advance if I got my grammar wrong. I hope you like it.
disclaimer: Fifty Shades Trilogy and its companion books belong to wonderful EL James. No profit taken from this work.
1: Perfection in Her
Their ragged panting was still lingering in the air, as the dim light swallowed the remaining shudder and sweat into the dark. Sublime. It was the first word that popped in her ecstatic mind. She was well spent. If this was it felt like with him for eternity, then she would gladly embrace it.
She regained her equilibrium, then opened her eyes. He was still breathing deeply, laying down beside her; the same position when he pulled away from her three minutes ago and fell breathlessly after their lovemaking. She didn't know who initiated it, but as soon as their precious contact ceased, their hands found each other as he drew her close and her hand unconsciously went to stroke his damp hair.
She could tell he was basking in the warmth and softness of her skin, much to her delight. She couldn't get enough of him, too.
He opened his eyes then, storm brewed behind them. But she felt safe here, in his arms, exactly where she belonged. A slow sensuous smile formed effortlessly on his lips. She loved his smiles and the way his eyes softened when he looked at her. Only for her.
He caressed her left cheek with his knuckles, humming quietly.
"How can you be so beautiful?"
She didn't know whether that was a rhetorical question or not. Either way, she was stunned to silence.
"I bet you're blushing right now."
He wasn't wrong. She felt her face turned hot under his scrutinizing-yet-loving gaze.
"How reassuring it is, having you know me well."
"What can I say? I have the most exquisite woman as my wife. Knowing her is not an obligation, it is a pleasure."
That made her heart fluttered wildly. Her face broke into shy grin as she playfully slapped his chest, her own rumbled with giggle. "Flattering wouldn't get you into anything, Mr. Grey."
"Well, I've got into my happy place earlier. I know I can get into that this time around, too." She felt rather than saw him winking. He poked her belly with his semi-hardened member.
"Christian!"
He barked a laugh. She couldn't help but giggle along with him.
"Seriously though, why are you so perfect?" he wondered out loud, tracing her bottom lip with his thumb.
Those heavy-lidded gray eyes zeroed in on her wide blue ones. His finger was wandering absentmindedly, brushing her nose, her cheek, the corner of her eye. The gesture was so intimate her heart stutter.
There were times when he was so gentle with her: in his touches, in his hugs, in his words. He always made sure she was loved in his own romantic ways. However, she recalled, there were moments when all inhibitions were gone, expectations flew out of window, and they tried to fill whatever gaps between them by being closer, closer, until they become one entity.
She shuddered.
As if knowing her wanton thoughts, his penetrating gaze landed on her.
"Please don't bite your lip while I'm thinking, baby."
He tugged her bottom lip free. It was a little too late before she was aware at the ache between her legs. She was drunk in whatever spell he casted.
"So, so beautiful my chest hurt. Did you know baby, I could sink in the depth of your eyes forever?"
He tilted his head, brought his mouth down on hers. The kiss was firm, yet feather-light, and he took time to cover her face with his lips. She welcomed it all.
It was achingly sweet, she couldn't help tearing up a bit. With his hand which resided under her neck, he brushed her hair soothingly, while the other gripped her waist fast. Involuntarily, she lifted her leg on his thigh, searching, scorching, in need of his solid body. His kisses were more demanding now, and she found herself moaning, floating helplessly in the sensations only he could evoke from her. She never felt so calm yet so restless with arousal at the same time. He groaned softly, setting her heart ablaze with love so deep. Irrevocable.
When they were out of breath, he pulled away slightly, looking at her in the eye for a long time. The air was thick with desire, with veneration.
She had a feeling that he was lost for the right words to say. They had had this particular silence after making love, many times before this. As their bodies came down from otherworldly height, they'd stare at each other wordlessly, baring their souls, being vulnerable together.
She was overcome with how much she felt toward him. Was it normal? She would never know. She stroked his stubble with her fingers, the light flickered on her rings.
"Then we're perfect for each other. Because you're beautiful to me, too, Christian. Your soul, your body, your mind. They're beautiful to me."
He beamed like a child, then.
"I love you so, Mrs. Grey."
He was in love. And by God, so was she.
Thank you for reading!
(Raina, 12-03-20)