My eyes are so tired as I sit at my desk reading over a manuscript. The words are starting to run together. I know I shouldn't have let my husband keep me up all night, but who am I to say no to that sexy man? He has been insatiable since I returned home from Ray's.
I've been home for almost a month now, and things are going so much better than I expected them to be. I thought it would take Christian a lot longer to work things out in his mind. I shouldn't be surprised because I know my husband, and when he sets his mind to something, nothing will stop him from achieving it.
He has three sessions a week with Dr. Flynn. One on Mondays and Fridays, he attends by himself, and on Wednesday's, he and I both see John together.
It's almost lunch time, and it's Friday so I know Christian is probably finishing up with Flynn. I want so badly to pick up the phone and call him, but I will wait and give him time to get back to his office.
While I wait for him to get back to his office, I take the already read stack of manuscripts out to Hannah, and get her to order me something for lunch. I would just call her in here, but I really need to stretch my legs. Plus this will give me a chance to wake myself up.
"Hannah, here are the manuscipts I've finished reading. I have them marked as to where they need to go." I tell my assistant as I walk out of my office. I hear the quiet mummers all around me, but pay no mind to what they are saying.
"Sure thing, Ana." She says as she finally lifts her head from the work on her desk. She smiles at me, but I notice a quizzical look take over her face at she looks over my shoulder. "Um, I think you may have an admirer, Mrs. Grey." She winks at me.
I turn around to see what she is talking about. And that's when I realize what all the quiet chatter was about. Christian is standing across the room, leaning against the wall and watching my every step with a sly smile on his face. He has his suit jacket off, and his sleeves rolled up, so that his strong forearms are on full display.
He pushes himself off the wall, and slowly stalks towards me.. the smile never leaving his face. I can't help but smile back at him. The man is pure sex on legs. And he is all mine.
My feet stay rooted to the ground. I am so mesmerized at the sight of him, I couldnt move if I wanted to.
When he finally makes it to me, I lean my head back to look at him. "Is there something I can help you with, Sir?"
He doesnt speak, he just leans in and takes my mouth with his. In front of my staff! That last thought quickly fades away as I get lost in the kiss. The feeling of his tongue sliding against mine. The slight sting from his fingers in my hair sends an electrfiying pulse straight to my core. The taste of him... It's so familiar, and at the same time it's a delicious taste that always set me on fire like it did the first time we kissed in that elevator all those years ago.
"Hey, Beautiful." He says when we finally come up for air.
"H-Hey." I stutter out, making him smirk. He knows he's put me in a fog of pure lust.
"Have you had lunch yet?" He asks.
"Not yet, I was just about to order something." I tell him.
"Grab your things, and whatever you may need to work on over the weekend. We can go to lunch together, and then go home. I've taken the rest of the day off, and I want to spend it with you."
"A day with you? That sounds wonderful." When Christian and I turn to walk to my office, I see the stares we are getting from everyone. It used to bother me when people openly stared at us, but after six years, I've learned to let it roll off my back.
Christian quickly helps me gather my things. When we get outside, I see that he has brought his new -yes, new- R8. I look around, but see no sign of Taylor.
"Are we on our own today?" I ask once we are seated in the car.
"Yes, I gave Taylor and Sawyer the rest of the day off as well." He looks over at me with a wicked and promising grin.
As we drive through the city with the radio quietly playing, I watch Christian drive. I love to see the look of concentration on his face, and also the way his muscles move and bunch in his arms as her steers the car and shifts gears. Who knew driving could be such a turn on? I didn't before I met Christian. Now I know... I can't help but squirm in my seat trying to help with the throbbing between my legs. My poor lacy panties never stood a chance at staying dry.
I've been so lost in Christian that I don't realize where we are until we drive into the parking garage. Escala.
"Escala? I thought we were going out for lunch?" I ask when he pulls into one of his parking spaces.
"We are going to lunch. I had Gail make us lunch and Taylor dropped it off. I have something that I want to discuss with you, and we need privacy for this conversation." I get a little nervous until I see him smiling. It's a full blown genuine smile, so I know this is going to be a good converstion.
"And we had to go to Escala for this private conversation? Why not just go home?" I ask with a raised eyebrow. I know why he wants to go here. It's been a while and I'm sure the playroom is getting a little lonely.
"This is home, baby. It was our first home together." He squeezes my hand and winks at me.
When we enter the elevator, that all too familiar pull is there. There's just something about elevators.
I feel Christian's hand at my waist and before I know what's happening, he spins around and has me pinned against the wall. As he kisses the life out of me, he simultaneously pulls up my skirt and pushes my panties to the side.
"Already so fucking wet!" He growls against my mouth as he runs a finger through my folds. He pushes two fingers inside of me and puts pressure on my clit with the heel of his hand. And like the little hussy I am, I start riding and grinding against his hand.
"That's it, Anastasia, fuck yourself with my hand, baby." He curls his fingers forward, hitting the spot inside of me that has me going off like a rocket. It doesn't take long... I was primed and ready since we left my office.
"Ah, Christian." I grip his shoulders and lean my head against his chest, and I feel him press his lips to the top of my head.
When I finally catch my breath enough to open my eyes, I find him watching me, and sucking his fingers. "That is just a taste of what's to come." He says and kisses the tip of my nose.
"Can't wait." I reply, breatlessly.
Walking into the penthouse on wobbly legs, I make my way to the kitchen. Even after all this time, whenever I walk into this apartment, I get butterflies in my belly. Christian and I have so many good memories in this place. This is where the story of Christian Grey and Anastesia Steele began.
"Chicken ceaser salad okay with you, baby?" Chriatian asks, bringing out of my thoughts.
"Perfect." I pour us both a glass of wine while Christian plates up our food.
After we finished eating, Christian takes my hand and leads me over to the sofa. But instead of sitting me beside him, he sits and then pulls me down so I am straddling his lap.
"So beautiful," He mummers mainly to himself as he runs his nuckles across my cheek.
"What did you need to talk about?" I ask. Since he and I are sitting face to face, I see his eyes light up.
"My therpy sessions have been going really well. Better than even John had hoped."
"That wonderful, Honey." I cup his face with my hands and kiss him lightly on the mouth. "I can't even begin to explain how proud of you I am."
"I had a lot of motivation." He pauses and rubs his hands along the outside of my thighs. "No one is more important to me than you. We have so much love, and I have come to realize that it would be a shame not to share that love." He says, and I see his throat moves as he attempts to swallow down his emotions.
"W-what are... what are you saying?" I don't want to get my hopes up if he isn't saying what I think he's saying. But, please... please let me be right.
"I'm saying that you are due for your shot next month, and you sould cancel that appointment." His eyes get glassy, and his voice is thick with emotion as he continues to talk. "I'm ready. I realize what a fool and ungrateful husband I have been all of this time. All of this time wasted. We could have a family by now if I hadn't been so foolish and stubburn."
"Oh my," I choke out, tears running unchecked down my face.
"I'm still going to continue therpy. John thinks that would be a beneficial to me."
"What does John think about this desicion?" I ask. I pray that Chrisitian isn't jumping the gun.
He nods his head. "John feels that I am ready, as well."
"Oh God! Is this really happening?" I ask, still in a little bit of shock.
He smiles, "It's really happening. This time next year, we could be holding our very own child. A child that was made from our love. I promise Ana to try everyday to be the best father a child could hope for. I promise to love him-"
"Or her" I interject.
He smiles through his own tears, "Or her. I promise to protect them with my life."
"Honey, you don't have to tell me this. I already know you are going to be an amazing father. You are one of the best men I have ever known."
He stands with me in his arms and walks over the breakfast bar where our phones are. Instead of picking up his phone, he grabs mine. After sititng me on the bar, he scrolls through my phone until he finds what he's looking for.
Putting the phone on speaker, I hear it ring once before someone on the other end picks up.
"Dr. Greene's office. Good afternoon, this is Tasha. How may I help you?"
"Tasha, this is Christian Grey. I'm calling to cancel My wife, Anastesia Grey's appointment that is scheduled for next month." Christian says, beaming at me the entire time. I know my own face reflects a smile just as big.
"Okay," She says, and I can tell she is looking through her computer system. "Mr. Grey, it's showing that her appointment is for her birthcontrol shot. I'm sorry, but she is the only one authorized to cancel that type of appointment."
I see Christian take a deep breath and I hurridly snatch up the phone before my dear sweet husband can go all Fifty on the poor unsupecting receptionest.
"Tosha? This is Ana Grey." She and I have become friendly over the past 6 years. "I want to confirm what my husband just said. I... We" I smile even bigger at Christian, "would like to cancel the next appointment. However, I would like for Dr. Greene to call me in a prescription for prenatal vitamins."
"Sure thing, Mrs. Grey. I will make note of that in the system." I can hear the smile in her voice. She works at an OBGYN's office... She knows what's going on.
After pressing 'end', I toss my phone back on the counter. "So..." I say looking at Christian, wondering what his next move will be. To be honest, I feel a little out of sorts. This is something I've wanted and dreamed about for so long. Part of me is still waiting for the 'just kidding'.
He traces his finger down my cheek, his eyes never leaving mine. "So." He repeats back to me with nothing but happiness in his eyes.
"What's next?" I whisper.
He moves closer until his lips touch mine. But instead of kissing me, he whispers against my mouth, "Next.. We practice making that baby. We are going to get in lots and lots of practice, Anastasia."
"Practice makes perfect." I sigh.
"That it does. I say we get started now. Question is..." He nips at my bottom lip, "Do you want to practice soft and slow, or" He grindes his hard length into my core, "Hard and fast?"
"Can I have both?"
"My girl is always so fucking greedy." He says on a husky chuckle.
"Only when it comes to you." I moan and my head falls back as he once again grinds against me.
Before I can take my next breath, I am once again being carried through the great room. My head is burried in Christian's neck while I suck and nip at his skin. I can feel when he effortlessly starts to climb the stairs. It's like my body knows this path as well, because the slickness between my legs increases in anticipation of what's to come.
Christian unlocks the door to the playroom and slowly lowers me to my feet. "I want you to strip to your panties, braid your hair, get into postion, and wait for me." He says... his Dom voice in full effect.
I lower my head and answer, "Yes, Sir."
When he leaves the room, I make quick work of sheding my clothes and braiding my hair. After going to the corner and kneeling, I begin the wait for my husband... my Dom.
It isn't long before I hear the door creak as it opens. Since my head is lowered, I can only see Christian's bare feet and the frayed edges at the bottom of his jeans. Those jeans...
I can hear him moving around the room, opening drawers. The anticipation is killing me. It is taking all I have not to look up to see what he is doing. I know he knows what him taking his time is doing to me. He knows and he loves it. He loves to see me squirm in this room.
I see his feet appear before me just before I feel the soft leather of a riding crop run along my neck. He slowly trails it from my neck to just under my chin. With a firm press, he raises my head until my eyes meet his. I notice his pupils are almost taking over the gray of his eyes. The desire I see there cannot be mistaken.
"Stand, Anastasia," He demands.
When I stand and steady myself on my feet, he takes my hand and leads me over to the cuffs that are hanging from the grid on the ceiling.
Once he secures me and is satisfied with my position, he starts making his way around my body, trailing the riding crop along my heated skin as he goes. Every now and then the small bite from the crop as he hit me, makes me jump. I know the blows are coming. Hell, I welcome them. But, at this point I was about to lose my mind with need.
By the time he is standing in front of me again, my breath is coming out in harsh pants. "Do you need to come, Anastasia?"
"Please, Sir."
With practiced ease, he reaches up and opens the cuffs, freeing my hands. "Go lie on the bed, on your back."
Doing as he says, I lie back and wait for his next move.
"Pull you knees up and open your legs. I want to see how wet you are for me."
When I follow his instructions and he sees that I am indeed dripping for him, he lets out a groan that seems to come from deep in his chest. In the blink on an eye, he is on the bed with me.
I close my eyes, waiting for what I know is coming. When I feel the first stroke of his tongue, I almost come off the bed. I am so swollen and ready for him. I know it wont take long before I come.
"Yes, yes!" I cry out in pleasure when he circles my clit and pushes two fingers into me.
Just as I am about to explode, he pulls away completely. What the fuck? When I look up to find him watching me with a small, arrogant smirk on his face, I know then that he isn't going to let me come just yet.
"You aren't going to come until my dick is burried balls deep inside that sweet, tight pussy, Anastasia." He runs one finger through my folds, causing me to jump slightly. "Yu know in here, in this room, I'm in control, but I'll be willing to let you decided how this plays out. You asked for both soft and slow, and hard and fast. Question is," He slides a single finger in her, teasing me, "which do you want first?" He asks with a raised brow.
No need to think about that answer. "Hard and fast first, please, Sir."
Before I can even register his next move, he flips me to my stomach and brings my knees up so that my ass is in the air.
I feel the wide tip of him at my opening. Thinking that he will ease in, I don't brace myself; Therefore when he slams into me, I fall forward.
"Brace yourself, Anastasia!" He orders and I feel the sting on my ass when his palm connects.
"Y-yes, Sir."
With one hand at my hip and the other hand wrapped around my braid he starts pounding into me. Hard!
"Fuck, yeah!" He grunts, gripping my hip harder. "Goddamn, baby! Your fucking pussy is going to be the death of me!"
His dirty words are turning me on even more, causing my orgasim to come out of seemily nowhere. It crashes into my with a force that takes my breath away.
It isnt long before I feel Christian swell even larger inside of me just before he begins to fall over the edge as well.
After pulling out of me, he rolls to the side and pulls me to him. Both of out bodies are slick with sweat, our breathing is ragged and our hearts are racing. We lay like this for a while, neither of us speaking.
"This practicing shit is going to be so much fun." Christian says, breaking the silence, causing me to giggle.
"Come on, Baby" He stands and hold his hand out to help me up.
"What? Where are we going? I'm tired, and I don't know if my legs will work after that."
He gives me a loving smile before answering, "We are going to take a shower and then I am taking you to our room where I can make love to you soft and slow."
Well okay then...
The rest of the day is spent just that way... Slowly making love. The two of us celebrating in our own way the fact that we are soon going to start a family.
