Chapter 27

Christian and I walk hand in hand back down the aisle with big shit eating grins plastered on our faces. We stop at the entrance to wait for our family and friends. Christian picks me up and swings me around.

"Mrs. Grey, I love you." Christian professes.

"Ah uhhh…Mr. Grey, I love you too, but I can't breathe… squeezing… too tight." I struggle to muster enough air to speak. He sets me down quickly, looking at me to make sure he hasn't wrinkled anything.

"Sorry baby, I got a little excited. I can't find the words to tell you how beautiful you look. You took my breath away when I saw you standing there with your dad. I wasn't sure I was going to be able to keep my composure."

"I was so nervous I was sweating like two rats fucking in a wool sock. My whole body was trembling, I'm surprised you couldn't tell. Damn, I need to pee… bad."

He laughs," Anastasia, your similes never fail. Can you hold it until everyone makes their way back here and then we'll go before pictures?"

"Yepper. Don't mind me, I'll just be over here doing the pee pee dance."

Maybe I should have put on some Depends… you know, just in case. Probably not a clever idea, it would surely make my ass look all lumpy. Speaking of lumpy ass. As you know, I'm not a big shopper. However, recently I had to go to Wal-Mart and I don't shop at Wal-Mart, but they had what I needed so I forced Harper to go with me to Wally World, AKA home of the People of Walmart. Have you seen those People of Walmart pictures? That shit is not fake. Some of those people clearly don't have friends because real friends would never let those people out of the house lookin' like they do. It's like the freaking Twilight Zone in there. I saw a bride and groom with a cart full of junk food, piled high, and they were picking out god damn Häagen Dazs ice cream. I'm pretty sure they were married at a Willie Nelson concert. I get that they most likely didn't have time to eat, but seriously, no one gets the munchies that damn bad on their wedding night unless you've been helping Scooby roll the Doobie.

He gives me another soft kiss just below my ear, on my neck, the spot that brings out the wanton slut in me. Bastard!

After congratulatory hugs and kisses from everyone we are having pictures taken now. We aren't planning to wear our wedding attire for the reception this weekend. Yes, I'm one of those brides who has two dresses. It's not meant to be pretentious, I just really want to keep my gown out of the limelight and away from drunk people spilling something on it. I have a different dress to wear and he has some outrageously priced Italian suit he had to have because the five hundred he has is not enough.

Finally, we are finished with pictures and now we eat. Christian and I are in a limo on our way to the MGM Grand. Keeping with our color scheme, and because Christian has more money than he knows what do with, we rented out Joël Robuchon for our family dinner. Mom found out that Joël was in town for a month and asked for a favor.

We stuffed our faces full of scrumptious French food and drank entirely too much French wine, which included a $4,360 bottle of Domaine de la Romanee-Conti Montrachet Grand Cu. It was a damn good Chardonnay. We head to the Bellagio to watch the fountains again. I am mesmerized by them and Christian threatens to have some installed on our property at Chez Grey.

"Christian, do you know how ridiculous it would be to have fountains like this at home?"

"Baby, I just want you to have everything you want." He is adamant about this, but I am going to quash this hair brain idea with my size six foot.

"I know you do, but I will let you bring me here for weekend getaways whenever you want so we can enjoy them… like normal people," I state, hoping he gets the hint.

"Fine," He huffs, then mumbles, "But don't be surprised if you come home one day and we have a mini version of this."

I shake my head, tweak his nipple and go back to enjoying the fountains Thirty minutes later, we decide we've had enough so we say our goodbyes to the family. We closely follow Taylor, Sawyer and the rest of the MIB to the limo and back to The Wynn. Christian is all handsy man, which is code for let's get naked so I can cock box your tonsils. While I do enjoy having his abnormally colossal cock in my mouth, I'd rather it be in my hot box dueling for dominance with my vagina.

Making our way to the private elevator, we walk hand in hand to our room telling Taylor we won't see him until tomorrow. He rings the doorbell and bends down to pick me up because he is insistent on carrying me over every threshold now. Alfred opens the door, smiling as he backs up, allowing Christian to carry me over the threshold. I have a feeling he's going to be doing this for a while.

Christian may be a true romantic, but he's not cheesy, so we decided to forgo the rose petals in the shape of a heart on our bed. We just want a quiet night for us before all the chaos ensues when word gets out we're married.

I hear Christian in the bathroom humming and then I hear the bath being filled. Oh boy, I love bath tub night!

"Mrs. Grey, you are the most beautiful bride and I can't wait to see what you've got waiting for me under that gorgeous dress," Christian whispers in my ear as his hands come around my front and he pulls me in tight.

"Such a sweet talker you are. It's a good thing you're not gonna have to wait too long to find out Mr. Grey."

I begin taking off my wedding regalia and neatly arranging it on the dresser. I feel him kiss my shoulder and begin unbuttoning my gown. It slides down piling on the floor and he kneels to slip off my shoes. I'm left standing in my La Perla lingerie that includes suspenders and stockings. I see a smirk appear on Christian's face as he licks his lips and squints his eyes as if the sight before him is blinding.

"Fuck, Ana… you're wearing stockings. You are trying to kill me, aren't you?"

Shaking my ass, still dressed in my stockings and a strapless bra, I saunter into the bathroom ready to dive in. I try to lean up against the door frame all sexy like, but my shoulder slips and I end up stumbling forward into the bedroom. I look up to see Christian hovering over me with his hand held out to help me up and he's laughing.

"Come on sexy klutzy wife of mine, let's take a bath before you break something." Helping me to my feet, he picks me up and drops me on the side of the tub.

"Think you can sit here for a second without injuring yourself, baby?"

Such a smart ass this one. "Yes, I'm fairly certain I can manage Mr. Smarty pants. Although it would please me to admire you as you strip for me."

Complying with my request, Christian remotely turns on the music and does an imitation of Magic Mike which has me rolling with laughter. The man can dance that's for sure. Fuck, I don't have any money to put in his boxers.

We step into the bath, Christian sits down first and leans back in the tub, I lean against him and his giant hard cock. He pulls me close and kisses my shoulder. The lights are low and the smell from the warm vanilla sugar bath bomb wafts throughout the room. Our glasses full of champagne; I can't imagine a better way to spend my wedding night. It's not as if I'm a virgin and we've never had sex before, but we've never had sex as husband and wife. I don't have Cinderella notions about how it should be, although I do hope a little hanky panky is going to take place. His hands make their way to my breasts… tits, boobs, girls, globes, knockers, sweater stretchers, milk pillows, you get the idea… he slowly caresses them.

His hands fall to my sides and we enjoy relaxing with each other for about 45 minutes. I open my eyes because the bath is cooling down and realize my husband is asleep. We're quite wrinkly and we finished off a $3,995 bottle of 1995 Champagne Krug Clos D'Ambonnay but I'm feeling pretty fucking good with my pretty fucking hot husband but evidently, he is tired.

Well, old man, there's no goddamn way we aren't having sex tonight, it's our wedding night. I quietly stand, grab a towel and dry off really quick. Time to wakey wakey sleeping beauty. I crawl on hands and knees back to the tub and I get as close as I can to him without touching him and I scream 'Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh'. He shoots up like a bullet from a gun screaming and I go running. He's chasing me around the suite dripping wet, completely naked and his big dick bobbing around like Bobblehead night at a ballgame, telling me he's gonna spank me when he catches me. I stop in front of the windows which span the outside wall and he grabs me from behind, turns me around and hauls me over his shoulder and spanks my ass… hard.

"Ow, damn it. That hurt." I say playfully and he swats me again. This is one way to get my motor running. I love that song…

Get your motor runnin'
Head out on the highway
Lookin' for adventure
And whatever comes our way

Music… makes the people come together. Madonna, huh. She's a washed-up bag that seriously needs to get a new plastic surgeon. Have you seen her lately? She is battling the tides of time and those tides are rolling in fast and furious. Do doctors not tell their patients how much it fucks up their faces when they want to add all that shit like Restalyne, Botox, chin implants, cheek implants and not just for your face, and shit that makes your lips look like a swollen asshole. Pucker up baby. Even breast implants… good lord, why in the hell would anyone want tits that could become a Guinness Record? That can't be fun hauling those suckers around. My 38DD's are heavy enough as it is but why in the name of all that is holy would you want something so large and out of proportion. It can't be just me who thinks those people with gargantuan fun bags are attractive… right?

"Mrs. Grey, what am I going to do with you? You scared the ever-loving shit out of me. I'd much rather hear screaming like that when I'm inside you."

"You very well can't do that when you are sleeping Mr. Grey. Why do you think I woke you up?"

He practically runs to the bedroom, tosses me on the bed and then shuts the door. Yippee, we're gonna have married sex, we're gonna have married sex, I sing outloud, doing a little dance in bed.

As Christian crawls over me, he kisses every inch of me. He stops at my port of entry and gently swipes his tongue from back to front. I can feel his stubble on the insides of my thighs and it drives me crazy. I feel his lips, then his tongue again, teasing me; it almost felt like a punishment, but in a really fucking good way.

His tongue strokes long, slow licks, his mouth consuming me like fire. I lift my hips to meet his extraordinary mouth and he rewards me by grabbing my ass so he can hold me up. My hands weave through his soft hair, pulling him closer as he continues to punish me. I feel him thrust a finger inside me, crooking it and hitting that fucking spot that is vagina blowing. He is bringing me to the brink and then he stops. Um, exsqueeze me, I'm not finished yet. As if he was reading my mind, he moves up and his lips begin to assault mine. He pulls back and his hand caresses my cheek.

"I love you Anastasia, more than I can possibly tell you."

Fuck me sideways, the man is gonna make me cry, "You're the love of my life, Christian."

We continue exchanging kisses our tongues fighting for position for a while longer when I feel his mammoth, rock hard cock graze my ever so wet hot pussy.

"I want to feel you inside me Christian. I need to feel you inside me."

He opens my legs wide and a bit wider and gently thrusts inside me, never taking his eyes off mine. He stills and I close my eyes and relish the feeling of fullness; this is my husband. Mine. This man fucking owns me and I belong only to him. The connection I feel with him at this moment is indescribable. Christian is a man who knows how to fuck, and fuck well. He is also a man, that when he makes love to me, can cause so much emotion it makes me cry.

We make love a few more times in a variety of positions, before finally falling asleep in each other's arms.

What do you think of 69 and I'm not referring to the number people. At first, I was like um… no. It didn't really want to have the close-up view of his balls and asshole. I mean what if it's a bit funkalicous down there? I'm a clean and tidy freak, so if I know we're getting down, I make sure that lady garden is appropriately landscaped and clean. Do guys even think to wash their buttholes? Probably not, huh? Once Christian came up from working out, all sweaty and particularly odiferous that day and wanted to jump on me. I was like,

Who the motherfuck is banging on our door and why? I nudge Christian, who is face down, spread eagle… I think he might be drooling.

"Babe… there's someone at the bedroom door. Babe." I nudge a few more times before he mumbles something incoherent, so I slap his bare ass. That is a mighty fine ass too. Muscular and hair free, what more can a girl ask for?

"Fuck me, what the hell time is it, Ana and why are you slapping my ass. I'd rather you slap the other side." Now that's an idea.

I look at the clock and it reads ten thirty. Shit. I immediately recognize the voices on the other side of our bedroom door. Just as I'm about to say something, Christian covers me and springs out of bed and yanks the door open. As quickly as he does that, he realizes he's naked but I don't think it really bothers him. Keegan covers his eyes, but Elliott is laughing so hard, so Christian punches Keegan in the stomach and pops Elliott on his head.

"Man, put that thing away will ya. It's too early to be traumatized."

"Goddamn, what are you both doing here so early, banging on the fucking door?"

"What's up brother, hey bitty. Did you get good use of that thing?" I see him pointing at Christian's cock. I giggle and pull the covers over my head. Why do they always try to embarrass me?

"Again, I ask you, why are you here banging on our door? How'd you even get in… where the fuck is Alfred?"

"You two are supposed to have brunch with the fam, right? Everyone's waiting in the living room. Come on, chop chop. You got the rest of your life to fuck," Keegan says as he smiles that panty dropping smile I know all too well.

"Give us thirty minutes. We were still sleeping fucktards," Christian says and slams the door and crawls back in bed, pulling the covers over both of us. I'm fucking tired still. I have no idea how late it was when we finally finished consummating our marriage, but Christian's pecker is in time out for a while.

"I suppose we should get our asses in gear so we can eat brunch with everyone before they leave," I suggest.

We take a quick shower together and because I know he's now grumpy, I take care of my husband by dropping to my knees. There's my happy husband. Yep…does it every time.

I dress in these adorable black Zimmerman embroidered crop pants, a yellow and black diamond pattern sweater, I got at Nordy's and pair it with my Ferragamo black pointed kitten heels and this bitchin LV Limited Edition Yayaoi Kusama Monogram black and white polka dot bag. I've thrown my hair into a high, sleek ponytail and put on some mascara and lip gloss. I'm ready, now I wait for sex on legs hubby.

Christian struts out of the bathroom wearing sexy as fuck black distressed jeans, a purple and white striped button down that he's not tucked in and black Chuck's. He isn't wearing his contacts, but his silver matte rectangle glasses. Yummy!

"You look beautiful wife. You ready to go?" He gives me a peck on my lips.

"Looking might fine husband. Those jeans… meow! Let's go before I start doing rude things to you."

As we walk out into the living area, I see Grace and my mom smirking. What's up with that?

"Why do you two look as though you were caught with both hands in the cookie jar?" I ask pointing between them both.

"Christian, Ana, how was your evening?" Grace asks. I know where this is going…

"It was good. We came back here after the Bellagio and fell right asleep," I joke.

"You mean… after, right?" My mother questions. Oh, fuck my life. My mother is so inappropriate.

"After what, mom? Like did we have wild and crazy sex all night and make a grandbaby for you?"

"Well, you don't have to say it like that, Ana. I don't need details, but it's not as if we're getting any younger. We'd like to see all you kids have babies." I see my dad looking down and shaking his head.

"Slow your roll there, Momma Steele," Harper asserts trying to get Carla to shut up. The mothers have been driving us bat shit crazy begging for a grandchild ever since we got engaged. My luck, we'll get pregnant right away and have a goddamn football team before I'm 30. We've discussed kids and we are both all for it. If it happens right away, what can we do, ask for a do over?

"Alright, is everyone ready for brunch? Our reservations are for 11:30," Carrick states matter of fact. I think he's trying to move away from discussing sex. Yeah, because that's what I want to discuss with my family.

Elliott raises his hands like he's thanking God above, "Finally, I'm fucking starving over here."

"Yes, you're dwindling quickly brother. I do believe you've already had breakfast since there was an empty room service cart in your suite when I came by," Mia is winding him up.

"Yes, but I'm hangry now and it's lunch time. So, everyone move your asses please." We all laugh at Elliott and his tapeworm.

I don't know where these boys put all the food they eat. All of them… their stomachs are endless pits. Elliott is always eating something; he's a pretty healthy eater but has his vices. Kate says that he stops every morning at the Quik Trip by his office for Ho Ho's or Ding Dong's and he eats Cheerios for a snack before dinner. Keegan isn't quite that bad,. I ended up with the health conscious one. I don't think I've ever seen Christian eat processed GMO food or something that comes from a box. Gail has spoiled him with her healthy cooking. His only request for our reception on Saturday was that the food was healthy and fresh cooked. Nothing processed, boxed, bagged, or canned.

Three Hours Later

Uhhh…I think I'm having a food baby. My stomach is so full right now, I might puke if I eat another bite. The bacon was fucking awesome and I ate too much of it. Bacon should be its own food group. Did you know that September 3rd is International Bacon Day, and also, bacon cures a hangover. Sign me up! Check out the Baconcyclopedia, it's full of interesting facts about bacon. This is the sort useless information that I have stored in my head… you know, for times like this. I mean, who doesn't like trivia and better yet, who doesn't like trivia about bacon?

For the record, there was other food consumed and it was delicious… not like bacon delicious though. Our family gathering, as always, was filled with laughter and sibling banter. It was uneventful, apart from for Carrick and my dad squabbling over the bill. In the end Christian snatched it off the table and paid. They are paying for our reception so they don't need to be spending anymore.

Christian and I aren't going with everyone to the airport. It's too much of a security clusterfuck, so we say our goodbyes from our suite. The big plane is taking everyone home and our jet will take me and Christian to Aspen for a few days. We will be back in Seattle in time for our reception.

A/N

Here we are five months later and I finally got my shit together to post a new chapter. Don't know how good it is and I know, I pretty much suck. I can't apologize enough for taking this freaking long to post. Real life has been a motherfucker. Between my sons wedding, graduation, school, work, travel and vacation, and let us not forget that nagging bitch called writer's block, I was completely overwhelmed. I can't guarantee consistent posting, but have no fear, I will absolutely NOT abandon the story. I always finish what I start. Look at it this way, it only took me 30 years between my high school graduation and college graduation, so no worries.

I thank you from the bottom of my heart for continuing to follow and support the story. I very much appreciate the PMs I've been getting and all the new followers too. I'm working on the next chapter which will be their reception, possibly some drama and their honeymoon, which I'm not detailing every damn day. There will be a time jump after that.