Hi ladies, I hope you all had a very merry Christmas and enjoyed the holidays. From now on I will post new chapters daily. I have three more ready and three more to write and then we have reached the end of The Wild Ones...
I will reveal the name of Baby Grey in the chapter after the next one. The votes for the name have been pretty even, so I'll either pick one of the names that were suggested the most or leave it with Teddy, as this was also a very popular pick...
Christian
Fuck, I feel as if I have aged sixty years over night. What on earth possessed me to have so much fucking vodka? At least the fucking deal is sealed and once the contract is signed Ana and I can go home.
I finish the last of my toast and remember that I promised Ana a sight seeing tour. Oh hell, I hope I can get her to post pone it.
"Do you want to go sight seeing, baby?" I ask and I know I must have the most pathetic look on my face, because Ana actually snorts.
"Not today, there is so much I want to see and I don't want you to feel like shit the entire time. How about the day after tomorrow?"
"Thank you, baby. Is there anything else you would like to do today?" I still fell like shit, but hell Ana looks so fucking sexy in the dress she is wearing today... maybe we could play a little... When I look at Ana she stands up and slowly walks over to me. Yup wifey wants to play, man, I'm one lucky bastard.
She grabs my dick through my sweatpants and gets on tiptoes to whisper in my ear.
"Get naked... like now!"
"As much as I want to do that, I think we need to get this show into the bedroom. I wouldn't want one of the security guys walking in on me pounding into my wife."
"Good thinking." She smirks and I laugh when she grabs me by the waistband of my sweatpants and drags me into the master bedroom. As soon as the door is closed she is on her knees yanks my pants down and attacks my dick.
"Whoa, gentle baby." I chuckle which turns into a moan when she sucks hard on the head of my dick. She looks up at me with her mouth full and I can see the wicked gleam in her eyes, before she does it again and again...
"Fuck Ana... oh shit... slow down ... I don't want to cum in your mouth... fuck!" I hiss between clenched teeth and she doesn't slow down.
"Oh fuck, I'm going to make you ... fuck... pay for this..." I grunt and thrust into her mouth. This tiny woman has taken complete control over me and I fucking love it. She is like a freaking goddess and I will spend the rest of my life worshipping her.
A moment later she bares her teeth and I spurt violently into her mouth, leaving her no time to swallow it all so when I pull my dick out of her mouth she has my cum dripping down her chin. She wipes it with her fingers and sucks on them with a low moan. Sexy. As. Fuck.
"Well, Mrs. Grey, I think it's my turn to make you come now." I pick her up from her kneeling position on the floor and place her on the edge of the bed.
"Lay back, baby. Do you need a pillow to put under your head?" I ask and she nods. Lately she is getting nauseous easily if she is lying flat on her back. So, I walk around the bed and put two pillows under her head. Ana reaches out to touch me, but I step back.
"No touching, Mrs. Grey. This is my turn." Leaning down I kiss her deeply tasting myself and her own unique flavor, but quickly step back again when her hands glide into my hair.
"No! No, touching, baby, do it again I'll have to spank you." By the scorching hot look she is giving me, I can tell that she is tempted, but right now I don't want to spank her, I want to drive her insane with pleasure.
Kneeling at the foot end of the bed, I order her to open her legs and just gaze at her for a moment. Fuck, she is dripping wet already.
"Always ready, Mrs. Grey. I like that a lot, but I think we need to spice things up a bit." I get up again and take one of my ties, to blindfold her.
"Don't move, I'll be right back." I quickly put my sweatpants back on and hurry into the small kitchen of the suite, where I put some ice cubes into a glass and head back into the bedroom.
"Christian?" She asks and I smirk.
"Did you expect someone else? Because I wouldn't be pleased at all if you did."
"No, it will always be you." She says and it makes my heart beat faster. Damn, even now that we are married for 18 months and she is carrying my son, it still amazes me that this kind, beautiful and caring young woman is truly mine.
"Good, because now we are going to have some fun." I kneel on the floor again, place the glass of ice cubes next to me and grab her legs until her wet pussy is right in front of me. Leaning forward I inhale her delicious scent deeply and feel her shiver.
"Do you want me to eat your delicious pussy, baby? To suck on wet folds and lick your clit until you cum all over my face?" I ask and she moans.
"Yes... please."
"Hmm, I don't know, I told you to stop and you didn't." I murmur and my nose along her folds without actually touching her.
"But you enjoyed yourself." She protests and I smirk.
"I know, baby. Let's see how you like this." Slowly I trace my tongue along her folds and nibble on them which I know drives her insane.
"Christian." She moans and my name has never sounded sexier than from her sinful lips.
Spreading her folds open I unleash my tongue on her wet slit, but avoid making any contact with her clit. After a while she starts to move around and I stop immediately.
"NO! Don't stop!" She pleads and I gently blow against her clit.
"Then don't move." I admonish and I know keeping still is hard for her, but it will be so much more intense if she keeps still.
When she stops to move, I push one finger inside her and she starts to make those sexy as fuck sounds deep in her throat. Fuck, I want to be inside of her so bad, I might have to make this quicker than I wanted it to be.
I continue to move my finger in and out and start to tease her clit with my tongue, making sure she doesn't come quite yet.
"Christian... ohh... please suck harder." She mewls and I push a second finger inside her, but continue my teasing until I feel her starting to tremble. With my free hand I reach for the glass of ice cubes, take one and press it hard against her clit, making her come with a scream while her legs clench around my head like a vice.
Once her legs go slack, I get up from the floor and move her so she is kneeling on the bed and tell her to hold on to the head board. Kneeling right behind her I rub my hard cock through her wet folds and slowly enter her.
Holy fuck! I know the sensation of this first thrust into her tight, wet pussy will never grow old.
Ana grinds against me and I grip her hips and start to move in deep even strokes. Savoring her tight heat and enjoying the feeling of being one with the woman that I love more than anything in this world.
"Christian... ahhh... so ... good..." Ana gasps and I slowly increase my speed. Oh fuck, I can already feel my balls tighten and I don't want to cum now. Control Grey, you were a fucking Dom for years, fucking control it. Oh damn, Elliot wearing my grandmas favorite polka dot dress, my Dad pounding the meat to mom... nope doesn't help...
"Fuck... ohhh ... fuck, are you close, baby?"
"Yes... yes... faster, Christian!" Ana nearly screams and I reach around to rub her clit while pounding into her like a man possessed and we both reach our climax screaming the each others names.
"Feeling better?" I ask Ana when she is cuddled against me.
"Yes, much better and thoroughly fucked. Thank you, Mr. Grey." She giggles and I laugh.
"My pleasure, Mrs. Grey."
"Do you know what I would like now?" She asks and twirls her fingers through my light dusting of chest hair.
"Round number two?" I ask and wiggle my brows.
"No, vanilla ice cream with peanut butter and chocolate sauce. Yummy!" She says with a big smile and I laugh.
"Well, far be it from me to deny you what you want. I'll call the room service. Do you want anything else?"
"Yes, some cantaloupe or honeydew if they have it."
"Good, I'll make the call, you eat or snack and then we'll fuck again."
"How romantic." She laughs and I kiss her before reaching for the phone to make the call.
Ana
After staying in bed most of the day two days ago and his contract signing yesterday, today Christian and I will go sight seeing in Moscow. We'll fly back to Seattle this evening, so I'm super excited to go sight seeing now, because I have never been in Moscow before and there is just so much I wanted to see.
I would have loved for us to use the subway, but Christian was strictly against it and Sawyer actually broke into a sweat the second he heard me ask Christian. So, we are in the back of the Bentley SUV we are using while we are here and Christian is answering some emails.
"Is everything alright?" I ask when I see him frown.
"It's nothing, just some business I need to take care of once we are back in Seattle." he replies, but something about his tone seems off. For a moment I think about asking him to tell more, but then I let it go. If it is something really important, he will tell me.
Our first stop of the day is Gorky Park, it is not just an amusement park, but also has a huge lake where people can go on boat rides. Christian, of course, is most fascinated with the space shuttle that is part of an exhibition in the park.
I was really tempted to take a ride in the roller coaster they have here, but I didn't even say it out loud. I know it's not safe and Christian would have dragged me out of the park the moment those words would have come out of my mouth. Secretly, I'm sure he would have found a reason why we couldn't visit the park if it wasn't for me being pregnant.
A little fun fact about my husband; he gets violently sick in roller coasters and a lot of other rides, which is funny for a guy who loves to fly and drive fast cars. Thinking about that makes me chuckle.
"What's so funny, Mrs. Grey?" Christian asks and I smirk at him.
"I've just remembered the summer before I've turned 14 when you took Mia and I to the amusement park and we went on the slingshot ride." I giggle and he looks a little flustered.
"You are never going to let me live that one down, aren't you?" He mutters and I shrug still giggling.
Christian had just turned 20 and stayed the summer in Seattle. Kate was on vacation in Europe and Mia and I were both bored out of our mind, when Christian offered to take us to an amusement park. Of course, we jumped at the opportunity and so we went there and had a great day. We ate tons of cotton candy, hotdogs and ice cream and Mia and I went on many different rides, while Christian didn't go on any of the rides. That was until I saw the slingshot ride. Mia was too scared to go with me and so I begged Christian to go with me until he finally gave in.
We had to stay in line for almost an hour and when it was finally our turn I was so excited I could barely sit still to get strapped into the seat. When I looked at Christian he had his eyes screwed shut and was so tense I started to feel bad for him. So, I've told him that he could still get out and wait for me, but he insisted that he wouldn't let me go on this ride alone. So, we sat there and I have to say it was amazing when it started... well until Christian started to vomit all over himself and because of the speed we had half of it landed on my lap.
The funny part was that it was one of those rides where pictures are taken and our picture was taken just when he started to throw up. The girl from that Exorcist movie had nothing on him. While both Christian and I just wanted to get to the next restroom to get cleaned up, Mia bought the picture, which later got stolen by Elliot and to this day it is one of Elliot's most beloved possessions, because he teases Christian with it whenever he sees an opportunity.
"One day I'll get my hands on that fucking picture and burn it." I hear Christian mutter under his breath, which sends me into another fit of giggles.
"You know, for someone who likes to fly gliders and helicopters, taking a ride in an amusement park shouldn't be a problem." I tease and wrap one arm around his waist.
"If I was the one controlling the fucking ride, I wouldn't end up sick. Besides, we ate tons of junk food that day, before you made me go on that ride with you." He points out and I snort.
"I didn't force you to eat like five hotdogs, Mr. I eat only healthy food, except when I see hotdogs and cotton candy. In addition, I had eaten just as much and I wasn't sick at all."
"I know, but you are crazy when it comes to things like that. You would still be sitting in that fucking roller coaster that goes backwards if Elliot wouldn't have started to cry when you wanted to ride it a fifth time." He mutters petulantly.
"Oh my gosh, you remember that? I was like seven or eight back then." I giggle and he smirks.
"I sure do, I was hung over as hell that day, after stealing a bottle of my dad's old bourbon the night before. All I wanted was to go home and crawl back into bed, I didn't even want to go, but you started to bounce up and down on my bed to get me going and when I didn't get up you started to tickle me." He says and pretends to pout, but I get onto tiptoes and kiss him.
"Because I wouldn't have wanted to go without you. I wasn't so excited about going to that amusement park; it was spending time with you that had me so excited." I confess and he gives me his adorable shy smile.
"You were always sure I was the one, right?" He asks.
"Yes, I never wanted to be with anyone else and as you can see, I tend to get what I want."
"That you do."
Our next stop is the Red Square, where Christian shows me where a teenage boy from Germany landed with his Cessna back in the 80's, which in turn caused some Russian politicians in higher ranks their jobs. Though I have to admit it wasn't really the Red Square I wanted to visit, but the St. Basil's Cathedral, which is one of the most amazing examples of architecture I have ever seen in my life.
Reynolds, Ryan and Sawyer weren't too happy that I wanted to go inside, but I just had to see the inside of the Cathedral and it really didn't disappoint.
Even now on the plane I can't stop talking about it and Reynolds has already joked that Christian needs to ask Elliot to build a replica of it into the backyard of our home. For a second I was tempted, but that would have been just completely crazy.
I'm still looking at all the pictures I've taken today when Christian tells me to put my seatbelt back on.
"What is going on, do we have to refuel?" I ask and he shakes his head, giving me his Sphinx like smile.
"Then what is going on, why are we landing? We haven't been in the air for more than 4 hours." I point out.
"I know, but we have to make a quick stop, just relax, it's nothing bad." He says and I lean back in my seat with a pout. I hate when he isn't telling me what is going on and it's pitch black outside, so I can't even tell where we are.
Once we have landed Christian tells me to stay in my seat and I just roll my eyes at him.
"Palms are twitching, baby." He announces.
"So are mine." I tell him with a scowl and he throws his head back laughing. Okay, yes, he is right, the thought of me spanking him really is funny.
"Close your eyes." He tells me and I decide to humor him. Once my eyes are closed I try to think of where we are or what is going on, but I just can't come up with anything.
"You can open your eyes now." I hear a voice I didn't expect to hear today at all and snap my eyes open only to find my little sister with a huge grin on her face right in front of me.
"Anya? Oh my gosh! How... when?" I fire up my questions while jumping to my feet, so that I can pull her into my arms.
"Well, I can spend the summer with my friends next year, but I really want to meet my niece and of course my little big sister is having a baby too, so I need to be in Seattle to throw you a baby shower."
"Aw, but you were so excited about traveling through Europe."
"I'm more excited to go home now. Look at you, being pregnant suits you, man I want a baby too." She sighs and both Christian and I nearly scream "NO!" at the same time, which makes Anya laugh.
"Relax, I'm looking forward to babysit my niece and nephew, but I'm sure I'll also be happy to hand them back to you or Cooper once they cry and have poopie diapers. So, I guess that means I'm not ready to have one myself."
"Nope, you're not. So, I want to know everything that you haven't told me since you went to England." I insist and once we are in the air again Christian has yet another surprise for us, because waiting in the bedroom of the jet is a huge plate full of Anya and my favorite snacks along with a selections of none alcoholic cocktails, so Anya and I spend the rest of the flight just catching up and somewhere in the middle of talking we both fall asleep on the more then comfortable bed...