Ana POV
I wake up the next morning to my alarm, stretching slightly sore muscles as I remember the night before. I can't believe how erotic it was to have Christian suckle from me the night before. Not only that, but my face flushes as I remember waking during the night to my husband gently sucking from my breast. He didn't totally empty both, as he did last night prior to our lovemaking, but he fed from each breast around 10 minutes, gently rolling my nipples across the top of his mouth in between pulls from my nipple. I gently ran my hands through his hair and grasped his member in my hand, pumping him as he fed. Our coupling was quick, yet gentle, and ended with us falling asleep in each other's arms.
Today I am making final preparations to go back to work. I plan to have Gail watch Phoebe and Teddy during the 3 days each week I am working. (Her idea, although Christian and I are ecstatic that she was so readily willing.) She truly loves the children and I know they couldn't be in more capable hands. I have several drafts to read over to prepare for my first day back, and I have some research to do today. Christian's broaching of the topic of ANR was quite surprising, but I must admit that my first couple of introductions to it thus far have been so erotic. Not to mention emotionally fulfilling. I guess in a way I feel for the very first time that I have been able to give Christian something that he truly desires (as do I) that no other person ever has or could.
As I rise to get out of bed, tying my robe as I look at the alarm and realize that it is thirty minutes earlier than I thought I had set the time for. Frowning at my mistake, I didn't realize that Christian had entered the room and was standing at the dresser, watching my every move. It's obvious from his damp locks and crisp white shirt and dress pants that he has already showered and is ready for work. "Good morning, Mrs. Grey. How are you feeling today?"
Christian takes me into his arms, squeezing gently and cupping my behind in his hands as I lean into him. "I'm feeling wonderful. Just trying to figure out what's wrong with my alarm. How about yourself? You smell wonderful. You've already showered I see."
"I have. I have an early morning meeting with Ros concerning an upcoming merger. We're looking at potentially purchasing some old textile mills in the south. We hope to repurpose them to start a line of energy efficient townhomes to help revitalize the surrounding mill villages and bring more energy efficient housing to the area."
I lean my head against his chest, wondering how he so successfully manages to handle having his hands in so many areas and doing all of them well. I already know that if Christian attempts this purchase, it will be successful and will mean so much for the areas. Energy efficiency is an important area to him, in both transportation and housing. But I'd bet dollars to donuts that he also has a plan to bring more jobs and sustainable food sources to the area as well.
"What time is your meeting?" I ask, wondering if he has already had breakfast.
"Nine. I'm going in a little early to look over some notes beforehand."
I nod my head, understanding but still wondering why he's already ready. It's barely half past seven and he normally would only be out the door a few minutes beforehand. "Would you care to join me for breakfast Christian?"
"You must be reading my mind-that's exactly my plan." Christian smirks and leads me to the sitting area in our master bedroom. I realize his plan as his hands move to undo the tie at my waist. He sits in one of the comfortable wingback chairs near the built in fireplace and pulls me between his legs, gently kneading my breast as he does so. My breasts are full, although not as much as last night, and I can tell the relief he provided during the night helped my comfort level. I've had more than ample supply with Phoebe during the time I've nursed her and have actually had to pump at times to store the excess. His grey eyes meet my blue ones and I smile lovingly at him. "Mr. Grey, your breakfast awaits, as do I." I gently lift my breast to his lips as he pulls me closer to him. Our height is perfect with him sitting in the chair, and me standing in front of him. His first few pulls make my knees feel weak and I secretly wonder if we have time for a morning quickie. I feel my milk let down as he continues to suckle, and also wonder if he would enjoy this as much if I didn't have any milk. Would he still enjoy it? How will we make this work with our work schedules and two children? Are we crazy to try?
My rambling thoughts must have made me tense, since Christian stopped suckling and began rubbing my back gently, pulling me from my thoughts. "Anastasia I can almost hear your thoughts from here. Don't overthink this. Give it time. We'll make it work if you want it to. Just relax and enjoy it. It's all about having a relaxing time set aside each day for each other and being committed to putting forth the effort for each other. Besides, when you tense up your milk doesn't come as freely. Did you know that?"
I didn't know that, but wondered if that's why the kids would often be fussy if I was upset while nursing. If I ever was moody or distracted during nursing I could always tell that my babies didn't nurse as well. I always figured that they were picking up on my mood, but now that I know my mood affected my milk supply, it made sense.
I continued to play in Christian's hair, gently rearranging his wavy locks. "I'm sorry Christian. I just have so many questions. Last night was wonderful and I think I really want this to work. I want to provide this for you. It makes me feel…I don't know. I'm not sure how to word it. It gives me pleasure I guess, to be able to provide something to you that no one else can." As I say these words a look of understanding comes across his features and he places gentle kisses on my nipples. He latches on once more, taking long pulls and kneading my breasts more forcefully than before. He continues on, smirking occasionally, which lets me know how much he is truly enjoying himself. Once both breasts are empty, he softly rubs a finger over my sex, his touch the barest of a whisper. I know that he can tell that I am dripping, yet his touch remains light…not even entering my lips. I myself can smell my arousal in the air so I know that this has not gone past Christian's attentiveness. Just as I am thinking that he is going to take things to the next step, he kisses me gently and pulls the ties to on my robe. What!? I open my eyes as he ends the kiss and the look on my face clearly displays my confusion.
"Patience, my dear Anastasia. I want you wanting me all day. I want to be in your thoughts all day long. Remember, no pumping today. I want you all to myself. I will see you at lunch. I have plans to come home at lunch for at least an hour. We need to sit down and discuss the specifics and frequency. I want you to be comfortable with what we do and what we decide. But if I had my way, I'd be suckling from you every hour."
"Christian, if you suckled every hour my breasts would be huge and I very much doubt there'd be a bra available to fit me anywhere." He laughed as I said this, as he pulled me to him once again.
"I'm sure we could find something somewhere. Or go without. I love it when you're free and unrestricted. Easier access." This he says as he smirks again. "But back to the task at hand, are you comfortable with three times each day, and seeing how things go from there? More? Less? It's imperative that you are honest with me Ana, otherwise this won't work. It will require work and commitment on both our parts. I'm up for it and fully realize the work involved. I'm sure you do as well since you have nursed two children. However, a nursing relationship between us will mean that we both have to be in the same place two to three times a day. Plus, there's the secrecy part. I'm sure you don't want others to know about it. I won't lie, but I see no reason to advertise this to any of our friends or families. As long as we are comfortable with it, that should be all that matters.
"Yes Christian, I'm prepared. And I agree with the frequency as well as keeping this private. I like that it's something just between us. Something no one else knows. It almost makes it more erotic. Everyone knows married couples have sex…make love. Many people get a little kink on. But this…well…it just feels special between us."
Christian's hand gently touches my face as he pulls me closer. "I know what you mean. I can't explain it, but when I'm suckling from you it's like I've found a piece that I've been looking for that I didn't even know was missing. I don't think I realized how fulfilling this would be."
Our intimate moment is interrupted by a cry from the baby monitor. Phoebe must have woken up wet and is demanding our attention. "I suppose I better go see to our princess."
Christian lets me go and stands to gather his suit coat. "What time do you plan to put the children down for a nap Ana?"
"Hopefully their normal time of 11:30am. I can have Gail prepare something light for lunch and we can eat on the patio outside our bedroom if you'd like."
"That sounds perfect. I'll see you shortly before noon. Remember, no pumping. I want you to massage your breasts for me several times today. I want you full Anastasia. I want you to be heavy and dripping when I get to you."
His words fill me with need and I squeeze my thighs together. Christian smirks at me knowingly.
"No touching yourself either, Ana. Only your breasts. Nothing lower."
Drats. He really needs to get out of my thoughts. Lunchtime can't get here soon enough.