FSOG The End
I could not be sure what had startled me.
Still slightly groggy from the events of the night before, I battled against the insatiable desire to return to sleep. After all, Christian and I had too much cheese, too much wine and way too much dancing. Even reclined on my bed, I could already feel my legs in a state of ache and distress. They were craving for a massage, and so was I.
I had been woken up. Turning ever so slightly, I squinted in response to the bright light coming from the slit between the thick curtains. We had to remember to shut the whole damn thing before we went to sleep, or we would face such agony in the morning. But I was sure it was not the sun that had disturbed my rest.
I paused for a moment, stretching out across the bed. The bed felt too big and too vacant. Hm, Christian was missing. My hands splayed out across his place in the bed. The sheets were crinkled, indicating that my errant husband had indeed come to bed. Yet, he was missing. Maybe his movement had woken me up.
In the same second that I reached my deduction, a loud piercing scream filled the house. I pursed my lips in distaste as the scream continued, bouncing along the wooden walls of our cozy little house and into my ears. Of course. Knowing there was no point sleeping through this noise, I sat up and threw my legs off the bed.
Stretching once more, I let my bones crack for some relief. With the help of the little slit of light, I located my satin kimono sleepwear. I put on the purple fabric and relished in the feel of the smooth satin coming into contact with my skin. Another scream filled the quiet air of our suburban household, and I knew it was time for me to intervene.
Quickly, I made an exit for the room and went in search for the little monsters. I found them all half-dressed. The one in Christian's arms had his fingers in his mouth, staring at the other with a wide-eyed confused expression. The other, the source of the early morning monstrosities, was up on his tip toes trying to grab on to Christian's bare chest. But he was too little.
"What do we have here?" I ask, trying for a reprimanding tone as I come to lean against the door frame to their nursery.
"MOMIIIII." Aaron, my copper-haired angel, redirected his attention to me. His cry sounded more like a complaint against his father, and he charged towards me.
Bending down just in time, I reached for my baby and hiked him up onto my waist. "What's wrong, baby?" Using my free hand, I brushed back the angry tears that had formed a stream down his chubby cheeks.
In answer, Aaron twisted in my arms to jut a thumb in Christian's direction. Christian's eyes widened and he shot his free arm up in surrender. "I'm innocent." He promised, but a naughty smile played across his lips.
"Did daddy bully you, my little baby?" I crooned, kissing Aaron on his forehead. Aaron's forehead crinkled into lines as he nodded, his lips pressing into a dissatisfied pout.
"Oh come on," Christian groaned in mock annoyance, "why are you being a tattle tale?" He made his way towards me, and kissed me on the top of my forehead.
"How are you feeling?" Christian asked, but his eyes did multiple sweeps of my body. Clearly, he was looking for any signs of exhaustion.
"I am well rested." I promised, beaming at my husband as I leaned forward to plant one on his lips.
Before I could pull away, Christian deepened the kiss. I felt his luscious lips rough against mine, as if prying them open. I let him have his way, and his tongue slipped into my mouth like a lion in search of its prey. We sparred for a moment, our tongues dancing around each other. Involuntarily, I let out a soft moan that was returned with his own.
"MOMI!" Another sharp high-pitched voice disrupted our moment, and Camden put his little hands in between our mouths.
We pulled away, laughing. I smiled at Camden and kissed him on his cheek in return, "Yes, Cammy?"
Camden, his eyes the same brown shade as mine, reached both his hands up towards me.
"You already have daddy, Cammy."
Regardless, my stubborn toddler thrust his hands up towards me again.
"I'll trade you." Christian told me.
Like a gift exchange, I handed Aaron over to Christian and Christian passed Camden to me. Aaron was clearly satisfied, winding his arms around his daddy's neck like a clingy snake. It warmed my heart. Camden baby smooth palms pressed against both sides of my cheek as his brown eyes peered into my soul, almost as if he wanted to tell me something but had not found the words.
"Why are you up so early, Mr. Grey?"
"I could ask you the same thing, Mrs. Grey." His grey eyes smoldered, and my cheeks warmed.
"Well, I was rudely awakened by the screams of my child as his father bullied him." I pointed out, feeling smart and bold today.
Christian smiled, "Well, I would like to defend myself because that child wanted to go find you but I told him he should let mommy sleep a little more."
Aw, my heart melted. "My husband, did I mention how much I love you?" I called, reaching to plant one more kiss on his cheek.
"Yes you have, but it wouldn't hurt to hear it a hundred more times."
"Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Grey." Gail piped up, entering the room, already prim and properly dressed. She was an amazing woman. "I'll take the twins."
"Good morning, Gail." We chorused as one.
"GAIL!" Aaron squealed in excitement, reaching his hands out to her.
"GAIL GAIL!" Camden echoed his brother, doing the same.
Traitor.
Handing over Camden to Gail, I smiled warmly at her. "Thank you, Gail."
Christian did the same with Aaron, and soon both the boys were sitting on either side of Gail's waist supported by her strong arms. It made me laugh, because ever since the twins had arrived, Gail had developed remarkably muscly arms. If years of cleaning up after Christian had done it, carrying the twins around sure did.
"What would we do without you?" Christian told Gail, eternally grateful for the extra hands on deck. We were both thankful that Taylor and Gail had agreed to live in the little house we had built for them across the vast yard. It would give them the privacy they needed, but it would also give us the extra support we needed. This was the perfect arrangement.
With his hands free, Christian twirled his arm around my waist, pulling me in. Even through the satin, I could feel his firm abdominal obliques press up against me. Ugh, even as a father, Christian was still remarkably attractive. In fact, I would say that the daddy look increased his attractiveness. My husband was handsome, oh so fit, and a wonderful father. I had to reward him from time to time.
As Gail disappeared down the hall to feed the twins, I seized the moment and used my ankle to close the nursery door. "I need to talk to you, Mr. Grey." I kept my tone even, pretending like I was about to scold Christian.
"Oh?" Christian was surprised, just as I would be. Everything was perfect and just as it should be.
"Yes." I take a step away from Christian, leaning against the door.
He cocked his head to one side, his eyes searching mine for any hints. I mirrored his head, but decided to redirect his gaze. Putting a put out and raising it to a tip toe, I watched as his eyes followed the hinged fabric, which has revealed the soft skin of my upper thigh. With measured slowness, I turned that leg out ever so slightly so his gaze could reach higher depths and his imagination could take over.
"Well, Mrs. Grey." Playful Christian emerged, and he squared his shoulders like an ape preparing for… "In the nursery room, huh."
"I won't tell if you won't." I whispered, a soft seductive whisper that reached his ears all the same.
Boldly, I let my hands slowly run up my thighs. They stopped for a brief moment to lift the hem of my purple kimono to reveal that I was bare underneath, and Christian let out an appreciative moan. "Ever so ready, Mrs. Grey."
I tugged at the flaps of my thin kimono, and they parted to show my stomach and just a good amount of cleavage. Christian's boxer pants grew strained, and then growled. "Do you walk around the house like this?"
"Is something the matter?" I teased, trailing my fingertips up and down from my navel to my cleavage.
His eyes followed, hungrily. "What if Taylor saw you?"
Ah, his jealousies. They could be turned into weapons. "So what if he does?"
"Ana." He scolded, but something was stirring within him.
"So what?" I pushed again, and then tugged a little more at my fabric so my right breast was freed. He was distracted by my right breast, plump and tout, and he licked his lips. Like a predator, Christian watched me for just a moment longer.
And then, he pounced. "You're mine." He declared, stepping forward and stripping me off the Kimono. The purple fabric pooled at my ankles as Christian's bare chest and upright member pressed up against my naked body. His grey eyes smoldered once more, a fire burning within them, "You're mine."
"Am I?" We were married with two children, but I knew how to push my husband's buttons.
In response, Christian leaned down and just as his hot mouth captured my right breast, his left fingers twisted my left.
"Oh." I moaned, my head backing up against the door as he worked his magic.
He played with my nipples until they were raw and sore, and then, he stared into my eyes once more. "Bad girls should be punished."
Everything south of my navel quivered in anticipation. He knew how to push my buttons too. Gently, Christian reached for my wrists and led me to the little couch in between the two baby cots. Pushing me down, I knelt.
"All fours." He commanded, my dominant.
As I came up, I felt the cold air blow across my exposed lady parts. It would not be long until I was warm down there too.
"Hold on to the couch." He barked, and I heard his boxers hit the floor with a little woosh.
For a moment, I was distracted, turning back to look at him. My eyes fell upon Mr. Christian Grey, standing completely bare right behind me. He was glorious. His right hand stroked his impressive upright member, and his eyes were dark. And then, he caught me. "Couch!"
I turned back, shifting my weight so I could hold onto the couch. Christian used his feet to push my legs apart, exposing me completely. I closed my eyes, preparing myself. I thought that getting married would change things, would change our sexual chemistry, but I was far from wrong. If a wedding had done anything, it had only intensified us.
"You've been a naughty girl."
I moaned. "Punish me, Mr. Grey."
Without another word, Christian thrust into me, filling me to the brim as I groaned, putting my head down on the couch. With no warning, Christian slapped my ass and then plunged deeper in. I panted, lost in the sensation. He did it again, and again, and again. I closed my eyes and leaned into the euphoria, for this was the future I had chosen for myself, and this was the future I could live with.
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