A/N: Hey guys! Here's another update filled with a lot more sex! lol I just realized that I almost have 100 follows on this story! That is incredible. Thank you guys so so much. Enjoy! ~Whit
I feel the butterflies whizzing around in my tummy as I gaze into the burning gray eyes that search my baby blues.
"I do hope you're up for the challenge." Christian whispers into my neck before kissing me lightly on top of my shoulder. I'll take any challenge, anytime.
"Of course I am, Mr. Grey." I sass to him and his face softens with a giggle. We both stare out over the railing as the city of Seattle enlarges.
"I have one more thing to do. Wait here." Christian says softly and I watch him as he walks towards the front of the boat. I rest my elbow on the railing and place my chin in my hand as I watch him walk away. My Fifty. I sigh as he disappears from view. Suddenly, the boat hits the dock and we are finally back at land. I look out at the bright twinkling lights of Seattle. There is a small group of people walking up and down the dock, watching the boats move in and out. There is one particular person who seems mesmerized by the yacht. It's dark outside, so I can't tell if it is a man or a woman, but they stand, staring up at me. I raise my hand to wave at them when a bright, white flash momentarily blinds me. What the hell? I re-gain my vision and the mystery character has fled. "What was that all about," my mind wanders. I feel sculpted arms wrap around my waist, effectively trapping me from any escape. I jump and try to writhe from the mystery man's hold until I feel his chest against my back.
"Ana, honey It's just me!" Christian's shocked words spill from his gaping mouth. He removes his hands from me and I quickly grab them, wrapping them back around me.
"Ana? Are you okay?" Christian's concerned voice is in my ear and I nod sheepishly against him.
"Yes, just a little startled." I reply, weakly. I feel him relax against me.
"Would it be a bad time to tell you that this is all yours." Christian motions his hand around the boat and beams at me. Holy shit.
"We own a yacht?!" I squeal and my face splits in two.
"All ours, Mrs. Grey." His grin mirrors mine and suddenly, I'm in his arms and he's swinging me around on the deck. I giggle and grip his muscular arms, praying he doesn't ever let me go.
OOOOOOO
Soon, we are back in the Audi and Christian and I are on our way to Escala. I am nervous, but excited to see what scheme my Fifty has planned for our night. We've come such a far way since that first night at Escala. I watch out my window as we pass through the quiet streets of night-time Seattle. Christian is in a noticeably romantic mood now. "I Swear" plays quietly in the Audi and Christian is holding my hand, stroking my thumb with his. Phoebe begins to stir in my belly and I grin, watching as my baby girl begins to play. Christian must sense this because he glances at me and grins.
"Hello there, Miss Phoebe." I mumble, soothing her. She gives me a few rough kicks and I take a sharp intake of breath, squeezing my eyes shut.
"Is everything okay, Ana?" Christian's alarmed voice begins to question me and I just nod.
"Tell me." Christian demands, but still sounding concerned. I glance to him and give him a slight smile.
"Yes. Everything is fine. We're okay, Christian." I reassure him and he seems to accept it. He sags back into his seat as we pull into the underground garage at Escala. Christian parks the Audi, perfectly, of course, but instead of getting out, he turns to me.
"I don't want to do anything you're not comfortable with and I definitely don't want to do anything if she's at any risk." Christian's face is etched with concern and worry as he points to Phoebe. I look down at my belly then back to Christian, biting my lip.
"We're okay, sir." I whisper innocently, chewing on my bottom lip. Christian's face softens a fraction, but he is still giving me a tight-lipped look.
"I mean it, Ana." He demands and I nod.
"Of course, Sir." I try to soothe him and he breathes in, slowly and closes his eyes.
"Let's get you inside." He mumbles as he exits the Audi and retrieves me from my side, lifting me in his arms.
"I can walk." I know I must be getting heavy for Christian and it's embarrassing. Christian just raises his perfect brow at me.
"You're not heavy, Anastasia. I want to hold you. Forever." He whispers into my hair and kisses my head before setting me on the floor in the elevator. I hold Christian's hand and give him a side smirk, knowing that we are both thinking of the times this elevator has seen.
"Oh, Ana." Christian growls, suddenly pushing me against the back wall of the elevator. His hands are roaming my backside as I claim his mouth with mine, our tongues exploring familiar territory. I run my hands through his hair, slightly tugging. He moans softly into my mouth and bites down softly onto my lip. I hear the loud PING announcing that we have arrived at the penthouse. Christian and I reluctantly pull away and walk into the great room. He leads me through the room and into his bedroom. I thought we would be going to the playroom. My inner goddess pouts as she removes her black Jimmy Choo's. I must be mirroring her pout because Christian is staring at me with an amused look on his face. He pads over to me and I drop my pout and stare into his curious gray eyes.
"Eager, Mrs. Grey? I thought we'd make love first." He grins and I jump into his arm, causing both of us to fall back onto the large blue bed. We are all tongues and kisses and roaming hands again as we sprawl out on the bed. Christian slides me underneath him and his hands roam up both my thighs, sliding my dress up as they go. He stops once my dress is around my hips and his goal is exposed. Soft lips leave perfect feather kisses up my thighs from my ankles. Christian's skilled tongue makes it way to my panty line and he follows them with his tongue, causing chill bumps to rise on my skin.
"So reactive, Anastasia." Christian hums in appreciation as his teeth grab at the side of my thongs. He tugs them down my legs and I writhe underneath him. Once my panties are discarded, his fingers tease me, touching me in the most sensitive part. My back arches at his skilled touch and before I know it, his fingers are inside me. Something feels different about this time, though. There's a cold feeling moving inside me and I peek down to watch him. Christian is beaming up at me as he moves both his fingers in and out. I finally realizes what the cool sensation was. Christian is using three fingers inside me and one of them has his wedding ring on it. Watching him is so erotic, I moan loudly. I feel myself getting close to my sweet climax and I match Christian's rhythm. Soon, he withdraws his fingers and leaves me hanging. I scowl at him and he smirks up at me, inserting his fingers into his mouth. I watch as his tongue swirls around his ring. I want his mouth on me, now. I want to orgasm, too. I wait for him to start stroking me again, but he just watches my reaction.
"I want you to make yourself come, Ana." Christian groans and kisses my thigh. I arch my brow at him and cross my eyes, effectively putting my foot down.
"Christian, I can't do that." I protest and his eyes light up.
"Oh but baby, you can. Like this." Christian is so turned on by this. I can see him growing and his face is alive with curiosity. He grabs my hand and helps fold my fingers until there are two left standing. Christian is overly excited about this.
"Are you really enjoying this?" I ask, curiously. He smirks at me.
"More than enjoying. This has been a fantasy of mine for a while." I make a small 'oh' with my mouth and he smiles.
"Fine." I finally agree and his face lights up like the Fourth of July. He moves my hand to my opening and my breathing increases. I'm still unsure of this, but Christian looks so fascinated with me. Finally, he drops my hand and urges me to go. I take a deep breath and insert my fingers inside myself. The first thing I notice is how wet I really am for him, but it feels so good.
"How does that feel, Anastasia?" Christian quizzes me, his gray eyes watching me intently. I bite my lip and slowly begin to move, watching him watch me.
"It feels… really wet and warm, but good." My voice is so soft and Christian closes his eyes and groans low in his throat. I continue to move in and out of myself and soon, Christian is removing his pants. His erection springs free and I moan. I eye him, licking my lip.
"Not until you come, Ana." Christian lightly scolds and I slightly nod, continuing my self-touching. I realize that my pace is slow, so I pick up, moving faster and harder into myself. I find the sweet spot that Christian pays attention to and I begin to stroke it, causing me to moan loudly and writhe.
"Come on, Ana. Make yourself come." Christian commands and he is slowly stroking himself, watching me. I move my fingers as fast as I can manage and I hit that sensitive spot every time. My breathing quickens as I find myself in that familiar place. I drill myself one last time and I feel my muscles tightening around my fingers as I release into a sweet, full orgasm, and the creamy liquid smothers my two small fingers. I squeeze my eyes shut and moan a few strangled moans as I finally fall back to reality. I open my eyes and see that Christian has a look of pure pride on his face.
"Oh, Anastasia." He moans loudly as he takes my two fingers into his mouth, cleaning every last drop.
"Love me, Christian." I manage to say, guiding him to my opening. He throws his head back as he deliciously sinks into me and my body cradles around him. Christian starts to pound into me with a relentless rhythm. I gaze up at him as we move together as one. Christian smiles down at me and kisses my nose, sinking into me over and over again.
"I'll always love you, Mrs. Grey." His words softly caress me as he continues his punishing pace. I meet him each time, needing him, needing this. I feel him swell inside me and I know we are close to our climax. I wrap my legs around his waist and he moans softly, throwing his head back.
"Come for me, Christian." I breathe out, watching Christian's reaction. His mouth is slightly parted and his brow is dotted with sweat. He groans loudly and with one last push, I feel him twitch inside me. Both of us are sent spiraling into orgasms that are heaven on earth. He fills me with his hot liquid and I claw at his back, calling his name. He collapses on top of me and places soft kisses on my neck. I come to my senses and begin to run my hands across his back, basking in this peaceful bliss that we have created.