Hearing his words and watching his long skilled fingers deftly slide over the patterned tie make my insides clench responsively.
"Turn," Christian commands. Still in a daze I comply and immediately I feel him move right behind me. He reaches over my head to cover my eyes with the tie. I feel the slight tug as Christian finishes tying it to keep it secure around my head.
His fingers trail down the back of my scalp, my neck, over my collar, down my back and then both of his hands creep over the front of my belly to the tie of my robe. I feel the release of the belt's tension from around my waist then I feel the robe gliding over my skin as Christian removes it. He lightly caresses my shoulders then I feel the thin straps of my nightgown falling away under his palms. The straps fall to my upper arm. I feel him trace a finger down each shoulder to underneath the straps and then he continues pulling them down my arms. I feel him bend down behind me as the nightgown floats away from my body. I am now standing completely naked in Christian's office and completely at his mercy.
"I approve, Mrs. Grey," Christian says. I think it's due to my lack of panties. I feel his hand wrap around my left ankle and he pulls up slightly so I lift my foot in response then he does the same with the right. He stands upright again and I feel him slightly brush against me. I hear the rustling of fabric and then he puts his outstretched hand around my neck and pulls me into him. I feel his erection against my lower back.
"Feel what you do to me, Ana," Christian whispers into my ear as he softly kisses and licks my lobe. He removes his hand from around my neck and I feel him walk around to the front of me. He takes my right hand in his.
"Come," Christian urges. He leads me away from the desk. I imagine the layout of the room in my head and judging by the direction he is leading me, we must not be leaving. He must be taking me to the one arm cream velvet chaise lounge situated under the picture windows. I wonder if anyone can see us in here. Christian stops and with my hand still in his I feel him move to the side of me. He kisses my hand.
"Turn with me," he says and I feel him walking back behind me and I turn my body with him, as if we are dancing. Then he stops and I feel him reach for my left hand and he kisses my palm. Then he moves his hands so he has just the tips of my fingers in his grip and he slowly walks me backwards a few steps. I feel the cloth of the chaise against the back of my legs.
"Sit," he purrs and I feel his proximity to my mouth. I want to reach out to kiss him but he is now lowering me with his hands. My bare bottom touches the soft seat of the chaise. I will never regard this chair the same way again.
"Let's lay you back against the arm, Anastasia." Christian releases my right hand and with my left hand helps me turn then he releases my hand and I feel his arm sweep under my legs to pull them up on the chaise as I lean back against the arm. I am quite comfortable like this. The bow of the arm relieves the pressure on my back. Then I feel both his hands grasp the sides of my head. He pulls my head down tenderly to the cushioned top of the arm and he kisses my forehead swiftly. Next I feel his hands on top of my feet.
"Slide your legs up, baby," Christian quietly orders and I skim the bottom of my feet along the chaise until my knees are slightly bent. Now that I realize his game, I am quite glad we got the wider version of this chair and not the standard size. I hear him close to me. He must be getting undressed now. I hear the zipper and know he must be almost done. As I lay back on the chaise, relaxed, with his tie over my eyes and my arms wrapped around my belly, I feel that all too familiar awakening in my groin. It's the anticipation of his touch and my body remembering it and craving it. I know I am ready for him.
It's quiet for a few moments and I know he must be relishing the view, as he often does. Sometimes I think he is wondering what he wants to do and sometimes I think he just likes to make me wait. Then I feel the pressure of him on top of the chair. He runs his hands down my knees, to the outside of my legs, down to my thighs and subtly pulls them open to gain access to the most vulnerable part of me. Then I feel him between my legs, softly kissing and nibbling his way down, closer and closer until I feel his warm breath against my dampness. Oh my.
He crawls in a little closer and he begins kissing the bottom of my belly, just above my sex. I move my hands from my protruding abdomen to his head and then move my fingers through his hair. He makes his way up and around my tummy with his lips and hands and he moves in even closer to trail kisses down my outstretched neck and then my swollen breasts. He quickly bites and sweetly kisses each nipple. Then he trails his hands down my belly to under each thigh and he slowly lifts each leg to rest on his shoulders as he sinks lower onto the chaise. I feel the first then the second finger begin to slowly circle inside me.
"Oh, Ana," he growls lowly, "you never fail me," as he continues to massage that sweet spot inside me. Then his fingers are gone and his expert tongue takes their place. His wet tongue against my wet sex is heaven. My body begins to build in response to his contact. My hands fall lazily from his hair, my mouth is slack and the sensation he is creating within me travels down my legs to the very tips of my toes. With each stroke I writhe and his fingers dig into my hips. As the impending orgasm looms closer I grab the slanted back of the chaise with my right hand to help brace myself. I know he doesn't want me to move but this has never felt so…so…oh my God…what is that? Am I drooling? No. Is he drooling? No, he's still between my legs. Is the ceiling leaking on me? No. That wetness is coming from me…my breasts. Is that my breast milk? WHAT THE FUCK!
"Stop!" I can't help but yell in panic and simultaneously kill my orgasm. I frantically reach up to rip the tie from around my head. I pull myself up and blink as my eyes try to readjust to the light. I search wildly over my body and sure as fucking hell there is fluid seeping from my nipples and there is a small trail of it down my breasts to my stomach. I am beyond mortified. This CANNOT be happening. My mouth is open in shock but I cannot articulate a single word. My entire body is burning with humiliation and I want to run from the room but I am stuck with Christian between my legs. Finally, I will myself to look at him. I am afraid to see his reaction. He probably won't want to touch me again until I have dried up like an abandoned desert oasis.
He is sitting up now and his gray eyes are fixated but he isn't looking at my face, he is looking at my breasts. Could this get any worse? With the hand holding the tie, I reach down toward my breast but before I reach it Christian gently grabs my wrist. I look at him quizzically. He doesn't look disgusted. He looks fascinated.
"What are you doing?" He asks soothingly while taking the tie from my hand. Oh, he doesn't want his tie to get ruined. "I was going to clean this up," as I gesture to my breast and belly area, "I don't know how this happened," I barely choke out as I look down at my leaky body. Christian swiftly moves my legs to his side as he sits up and pulls me into his arms. He lifts my chin up so I am forced to look into his eyes.
"Anastasia, there is nothing wrong with this," he offers reassuringly. "I read that this happens sometimes when a woman reaches orgasm while shes pregnant or nursing. It's completely natural." He leans in closer and runs his nose along mine. "Please don't be embarrassed. I am in awe of you, baby."
He is watching me intently. I am still embarrassed, less so because of his reaction, but still slightly because he knew this could happen and I didn't. His eyes are filled with such raw sincerity that I fling my arms around his neck to bring him to my mouth. He lowers me onto the arm of the chaise once more, our kiss intensifying. Suddenly he pulls up. No!
"Will you let me try something?" His eyes are glinting with wonderment.
"What?" I cock my head to the side wondering what on earth he could be thinking.
He releases my hands from around his neck and leans down to my breasts. They don't feel like they are still leaking, but they still feel wet. He takes his index finger and wipes a trail of the milk from my skin then slips the same finger into his mouth. He looks up at me and I can tell from the look on his face that he likes it. What the hell? My subconscious begins furiously typing a cease and desist letter.
"Ana," Christian grins, "I have always told you how exquisite you taste and this is certainly no exception." Suddenly he leans down again and begins licking and kissing my left breast to finish the job he started then moves to my right breast.
I am shocked into place. Sometimes Christian can still really surprise the hell out of me. This is so confusing. It feels good, but then again it's weird. It's like getting spanked for the first time. Should I be turned on by this? Am I? No, it's more than arousal; I am actually flattered that he is turned on by this. I can't help but wonder about the charm he would get for my bracelet to commemorate this first. My inner goddess beams approvingly as she wipes the milk mustache from her mouth with the back of her hand.
He takes his time licking, kissing and suckling then he moves down and begins kissing the top of my stomach. Between each kiss I realize he is whispering something, "Your. Mother. Is. So. Beautiful. You. Are. The. Luckiest. Little. Boy. In. The. World." Christian stops and looks up at me with a huge grin on his face. I smile in response.
"I really enjoyed that," he says slyly and smiles his crooked smile, "let's see if we can make it happen again." Before I can protest he makes his way between my legs again. Yes, let's see if we can.
I am sitting on the edge of our bed with an open jar of cocoa butter next to me and the tank top I changed into pulled up to expose by burgeoning belly. I dip my fingertips in the jar and begin to rub the lotion into my hands before moving my hands over my stomach. Christian, having just finished with a shower, walks into the bedroom from our adjoining bathroom with a towel around his waist and another around his neck. He walks over to me. "Please let me," he offers.
He sits down on the bed next to me and vigorously reaches into the jar to retrieve some of the lotion. He pulls out far too much of the butter from the jar in his coiled fingers. I giggle and he feigns being affronted as he quickly dabs some of the excess butter on my nose. I reflexively turn my head and he gets some on my cheek as well. We both laugh. He puts some of the extra butter back into the jar and with whats left in his hand; he begins rubbing it onto my expanded midsection. I watch him with a small smile on his face as he concentrates on what he's doing. He easily reaches around to my sides to cover them in the butter as well. He looks young, happy and untroubled and I am happy for it. It's in these quiet moments that I become fully aware of how much he loves me and how good of a father he will be. When he's finished with my bump rubdown he pulls my top down then grabs the towel from around his neck and wipes away the butter still on my nose and kisses it then repeats the process with my cheek.
"You are now ready for bed," he proclaims and he stands and walks to his dresser. I put the cap back on the jar and put the jar on my nightstand. I pull my legs up onto the bed and duck them under the top sheet. I look up just in time to catch the view of him putting on his boxer briefs. I will never get tired of that view. He walks to his side of the bed and starts to get in with me.
"Do we have any plans for Sunday?" I ask while turning to face him.
"I don't think so." He settles into his spot, facing me and pulls the covers up over both of us.
"I would like to invite just Kate and Elliot over for brunch."
"Really?" Christian cocks an eyebrow to his hairline and he already sounds suspicious. We never really hang out with just his siblings. It's usually a family thing, or a guy thing, him and Elliot – possibly Ethan, or a girl thing, like earlier today. This is highly irregular – doing a couple thing – unless you count Taylor and Mrs. Taylor, but they are staff and live here.
"Christian, after a year together I find it a little disheartening that you and Kate still don't seem to like each other very much. She is my best friend and I know I cannot make you like each other, but I really think if you spent a little more time together you could grow to like each other – a little," I say hopefully. Christian's eyes tense a little while he is listening to me.
"If you want to invite Kate and Elliot over for a meal then I am amenable, however I do wish you would stop trying to play little Miss Fix-it," Christian responds glumly. "I respect Kate, as your friend and as my sister-in-law, but you know my difficulty with cultivating meaningful relationships with anyone. With my parents and siblings it was necessary. With you, while not particularly easy, I was drawn to you in a way I was never drawn to anyone before. With Kate…" he sighs and gesticulates as if looking to pull the answer from out of thin air.
"So, are you saying you don't want to be friends with her?" I ask incredulously as my eyes narrow.
"Not exactly."
"Then what?"
"Ana, she is the only person that knows anything about my previous lifestyle that never signed an NDA. I trust you implicitly because I love you and you are my wife. I can't control what Kate does. I have no real recourse if..." He says this as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. My eyes are boring into his.
"If what? She promised me she wouldn't tell anyone anything that I shared with her. She would never do anything to hurt me and she knows sharing that information would hurt you thereby hurting me. How many times do I have to explain this?"
"But she can still do what she wants – "
"I can still do what I want! That didn't change just because I became your wife."
"Clearly." Christian flops back on his pillow resigned. This is getting us nowhere. I scoot over to him and put my arm over his chest and lay my head on his shoulder.
"I know you don't see Kate in the same light as I do," I beseech him, "but she has unwittingly proven herself to you many times over. Like when she found that email in your coat pocket? And when we asked her and Elliot to be the god parents for Blip and she started crying. She recognized the horror on your face when she suddenly hugged you after remembering what I told her about the touching thing. She immediately released you in order to respect your boundaries. And when she changed all her wedding plans to get married in January in Hawaii instead of here in May because of the baby?" I look up at him and he seems to be recalling each event and by the look on his face, some more pleasantly than others.
"I did enjoy Hawaii," he finally responds.
"Hey!" I playfully swat at his shoulder, "I am trying to be serious here!"
"I am too," he adopts a pseudo-serious look, "Hawaii was sublime." Christian winks at me as a sinful grin crosses his lips. I succumb to his playful mood.
"Yes," I sigh dreamily. We spent an evening thinking of all the places we made love and were endlessly adding new places to that list. "I do believe that's when we officially started the 50 Shades in 50 States Sex Tour," I giggle and he wraps both arms around me and pulls me closer to him.
"Try saying that ten times fast," he laughs and any residual disdain from our earlier conversation falls away from his face.
"That. That. Th – " he interrupts me with his lips closing in around mine. Our mouths are doing a tongue twister of their own. He pulls backs, staring needful into my eyes and smoothes my stray hairs back from around my face. "I love that smart mouth," he quips.
"You know there is something that I would like to do ten times fast," I offer suggestively. He is much too clever at distracting me.
"Are you using sexual innuendo with me, Mrs. Grey?"
"You better believe it, Mr. Grey, not to mention that I love it when you are in my endo." Christian abruptly reaches around to my leg and hitches it around his waist so I am now straddling him. Then he places both of his hands palm side down on each side of my tummy.
"Mrs. Grey, our son really shouldn't be privy to such filthy language," he mockingly admonishes me then he moves his hands down to my backside and sits up so we are now nose to nose with gray gazing into blue. "I would rather have you whisper those naughty words directly into my ear." He reaches to the hem of my tank and peels it from me. Then he brushes his lips against the tip of my nose, across my lips, down to my chin and across my jaw line until his face has turned from mine and his ear is a mere millimeter from my lips.
I feel his chest rising and falling against mine and my insides are knotting with sexual desire. I slowly circle his ear with my tongue and hear that low primal groan deep in his throat. I kiss around the edge of his ear and then pull his lobe into my mouth and suck then bite it softly. I feel his grip tighten around my backside and before I lose my opportunity I whisper, "Yes, sir."
Christian moans unintelligibly and brings his mouth back to mine. We are a tangle of naked skin, hands and tongues and my blood is ablaze in my veins. Christian's hands come to my face and he breaks our precious contact. "I want your ass now."
He lifts me off of him and bounds out of bed. I scramble to my knees, sit back on my feet and watch him intently. He gracefully crosses the room and opens a drawer, pulls out a bottle of massage lubricant and closes the drawer. He returns to the side of the bed and puts the bottle on his nightstand. I find myself impatient to feel him in me there, again. I lock eyes with him and seductively crawl closer to him. I bring my face right next to his bulging erection and kiss him through his briefs. He takes my head and hair in his hands and leans his head back. I reach up and pull his briefs down low enough so I can take him in my mouth.
I love giving Christian head right after he's out of the shower. I can taste him, his body wash and how clean he is; there is nothing better. I slowly rock back and forth on my knees taking him in and out of my mouth while letting my tongue glide all along the length of him. His hands are gone from my hair now and I peer over to see him pouring some of the lube into his hands. I continue my oral assault as he reaches down over me and begins to massage my shoulders and my back. He reaches up to the base of my ponytail and pulls slightly back on my head. I bring my eyes up to meet his without removing him from my mouth. He shakes his head from side to side and I release him with a smile. Then I reach over to the bottle on the nightstand, squeeze some of the lube into my hand and get him nice and glossy. He is staring down at me with hooded eyes. "Turn around, baby," he whispers.
Still on my knees, I turn away from him so my toes just barely hang off the end of the bed. I am on all fours and coyly lift my backside up to him. He grabs me at my hips and he pulls my butt into his groin. He leisurely circles each cheek with his oiled hands and spanks me once for good measure. It sends shivers of absolute delight through me. I hear more lubricant being squeezed into Christian's hands and with one hand he reaches between my legs to massage my clitoris and with the other hand he is using his fingers to rub in and around my anus to get it good and slick.
"Ana, I want you to sit on me, facing away," Christian directs. I move over to give him room to get onto the bed. He sits down with his legs straight out in front of him. I back my way over him, carefully straddling his long legs and as I get closer he grabs my hips to lead me onto him.
"Slowly, Ana," he warns and tightens his grip on my hips, "just ease into this." I feel his tip at the base of my opening. Christian releases one hand and moves it down to my backside again. He is slowly massaging around me again and then I feel his hand as he leads himself into me, just enough, and we both moan. "That's right, baby," He prompts.
With my hands resting on his legs, I rise up and lower myself again, this time allowing him in just a little deeper while he still guides me. I continue this a few more times, allowing myself to get accustomed to him breadth. I have not been able to take this at his punishing pace yet, but he always has me take this at my tempo. I know he is just happy I am so willing to do this. He moves both his hands to my sides and I feel him lean back so he is angled slightly inside me. Oh my. I lean back into him and he begins kissing my neck then my shoulders and then my back. I continue the steady rise and fall onto his lap when he suddenly reaches around the entire width of my stomach. What? "Let's move you to your side," he answers my unspoken question.
With him holding me, he eases himself out of me and tenderly lowers me onto my side with my belly in front of me. I move to sit up on my elbows. He rests one arm above my head and with the other hand maneuvers my legs so they are slightly apart. Then he lifts his leg slightly to rest on my backside as he gradually reenters. He resumes his feather light kisses on my neck and shoulders and trails his hand down my back, around my exposed breast and over my cheek. His pace is deliberate and his fingers are circling around and inside my sex. This is a different sensation. It's so much more intense with his kissing, he penetration and his fingers. I start moving with him as I become more comfortable with all the feelings at once.
"Steady, baby," Christian moans into my ear and everything inside me is at the brink; his breath is in my ear and his fingers and cock are tantalizing every nerve ending between my legs. My urge to explode around him is gaining and I feel my body tensing as I build. The worry I have carried with me all day just doesn't matter anymore. My mind is blank except for the pleasure. It just wants to keep accepting the pleasure and push everything else out…directives, labor pain, husbands not getting along with friends…and I am losing control. I cry out as my climax shreds and ripples through me. Christian moves his hand up from between my legs and curls into me closer as he finds his own finish inside me while burying his face in my hair. We lay like this for a few minutes. Christian sweetly stroking my back with his finger tips.
"I need another shower," he breaks the silence. I can't help but giggle.
"I think I do to," I respond sleepily but not willing to move. I feel him back off of me and roll off my side the bed.
"Well, let's make it a bath then, Mrs. Grey."
"Hmmm?" I barely respond with my eyes closed. I feel him standing over me now.
"I will carry you," Christian sounds amused. I open my eyes and grudgingly move my legs over to the edge of the bed and Christian helps me sit up. Then he bends down and pulls me into his chest as he lifts me; even with 33 extra pounds he picks me up with ease. I wrap my arms around his neck as he carries me across the room to our bathroom.
He plants a kiss on top of my head and then sits me down on the edge of the tub. He turns on the faucet then pours in some bubble bath. I watch with fascination as the purple liquid foams up under the running water. He reaches his hand out to me, I take it and he helps lower me in to the tub. I ease into the water. He slips in behind me and pulls me to his back.
"I love you," he says matter of factly.
"I know," I say smugly as I nestle my head into his chest.
"I never thought at 37 weeks pregnant we would still be doing this," he says.
"Doing what? Taking a bath?" I sound more facetious than I mean to be.
"Oh, I think you know," Christian says as he reaches up with his foot to turn the knob on the faucet and shut off the water.
"Is that part of what you were worried about…when I first told you I was pregnant?" I try to sound nonchalant.
"Partly, not this exactly, but that you wouldn't want to have sex at all or that worse yet, you wouldn't want me to touch you," he says quietly.
"I will always want you to touch me."
"Good," he reaches for the body wash and begins lathering it up in his hands, "because I have made you a very dirty girl." I look up at him and see a smirk on his face. He bends his head down and kisses the tip of my nose.
"And a very lucky girl," I amend reaching up to kiss him back. I am rewarded with his shy smile, my favorite smile.