CPOV
"Want to play the five question game?" She wiggles her eyebrows and gives me a wink, her ulterior motive clear in the playful way she approaches me. I lean forward and reach for a piece of kiwi from the fruit tray Nanette has set us up with as a snack.
"So that you can try to figure out where we're going?" She nods and swallows, raising her coffee cup to her lips where the wedding ring sparkles in the sun shining through the window of the jet. "Ground rules," I start, holding up one finger when she tries to protest. "You may not ask outright where we're going, you may not ask the capital and you may not ask the continent."
"I agree," she replies quickly, happy to be getting any information at all.
"Give it your best shot then," I offer, my hands out when I lean back in the oversized leather chair.
Excitedly she tucks her legs under her body and claps her hands. So fucking cute and sweet and carefree that my chest tightens just by the sight of her.
"OK, how long is the flight?"
"Fifteen hours. Give or take." She nods slowly, her brilliant mind cancelling out a few destinations before she opens her mouth to ask a follow up question. "Uh-uh, Mrs. Grey, I believe it's my turn now. How sore are you?" She rolls her eyes and laughs.
"It always comes back to sex with you," she teases.
"Yes, it does. Now answer the question."
"Quite sore, Mr. Grey. I do believe six times in one night is too much for this woman to take."
"Five times."
"No! It was six. Trust me, my daisy knows."
"Once on your back when we first got to the room, once with you on top not even ten minutes later, once again on your back and then with you on top on the floor on the way to the shower. Once from behind in the shower. Once in every position known to man in the bathroom, on the way back to the bed and again in the bed."
"And then on the table in the foyer before we left for the social security office."
"That was this morning. You said six times in one night. It was five times over night, once this morning."
"Oh my god, Christian. You're ridiculous. OK, six times to have sex in a twelve hour span is too much for me to handle."
"You'll get used to it," I joke, waving my hand as if it's no big deal. But shit, even I'm hurting. My entire body from the waist down is sore from the sheer number of thrusts I did and my dick is as close to chaffed as it's ever been.
"Whatever," she laughs. "What hemisphere is this place in?"
"Southern." I laugh when she blows a raspberry out while thinking, mentally crossing off more places.
"Did you, at any point yesterday or the days leading up to our wedding have second thoughts or cold feet?"
"Nope," she answers immediately as I exhale the breath I was holding and watch her pop a grape into that tempting mouth. "Do they speak English there?"
"Primarily." Her head cocks to the side at my evasive answer but as a linguist, I'd bet she'd know right away where we were going if I said Maori was the second language.
"You, husband, are very frustrating." I smile at my new title and cross my arms behind my head with a smirk.
"I know, how do you think I got so successful so young? I just frustrated my opponent until they lost their shit and signed their companies over. Do you want to watch the second Lord of the Rings?"
She stutters and gives me a look that lets me know she thinks I'm crazy.
"What?" I repeat my question, she looks at me like I'm nuts again. "You want to watch 'The Two Towers'?" she asks slowly, thoroughly confused.
"Yup."
"OooooK. That was your question?" I nod. "You need sleep, Christian, you're losing your marbles." I laugh and reach for my mimosa tipping it back in celebration of where I am and who I'm with right now. She shakes her head to clear it and taps her lips in thought. "You threw me off, give me a minute."
"You've got about fourteen more hours, sweetheart, take your time." She slits her eyes to me.
"Alright, have you ever been there before?" I lean forward and point at her.
"No. Another first for us." Which I love. "Do you like kiwi's Anastasia?" I tease, waving another chunk in her face. It takes a few seconds but her brow furrows and then her eyes grow wide, her legs fly out in front of her so that she can sit straight up.
"New Zealand? We're going to New Zealand? You're taking me to New Zealand? Oh my god how did I not put it together sooner? Kiwi's? Lord of the fucking Rings? New Zealand!" she exclaims and then jumps into my lap kissing my face over and over while I laugh at her reaction to something I haven't even confirmed yet.
"Ana. Ana!" I laugh as she stills, pulling back from my face, her fingers still pulling on the back of my head.
"Is it not New Zealand?" she whispers, half horrified that she may have made me feel bad.
"It is." She screams and then resumes her kisses until I still her with a well-placed smack to the butt. "Much as I'm enjoying your amorous attention right now, there are two places we'll be visiting on our honeymoon. New Zealand is the first stop but for the third week we'll be in the Maldives. Alone. No Taylor, no Sawyer, nobody. Just me and my girl in one of those bungalows over the water. Naked."
She blushes and swats at my chest, "I am not prancing around naked for other people to see."
"Damn straight you're which is why there will be no other people. Just us and a skeleton staff who will only show up when we want them to."
"You rented out the entire resort?" she breathes out, eyes wide.
"Of course I did. And that, my dear, was your last question. Ana," I say slowly, aware that she's still getting used to this whole wealthier than shit thing, "it's the only way to ensure absolute privacy. Plus, we can afford it so relax."
"But…no security at all?" I have to say, I'm a bit proud that she's thinking of it and also a bit saddened that she's afraid without it.
"The only people who know we'll be there are the pilots, Welch, Taylor, Sawyer and Gail. Not even our parents know."
"A private island? Just us?" She bites her bottom lip and lowers her lashes at the thoughts I'm sure are running through her head.
"Private island. No fly zone for eight miles each direction. Four staff members who will be on the other side of the island until we beckon them over. When I say you'll be naked the entire time, I mean it dear wife." I let one finger run the length of her collarbone and watch her nipples pebble under the thin cotton dress she has on. Chaffed or not, my dick stirs right back to life. "I plan to be downright scandalous, Anastasia Grey so be ready."
Shyly she looks at me and laces her fingers with mine. "Can we take a helicopter tour of the places where they filmed the movies?" I nod, satisfied since that was already planned. "Shear sheep?" I give her a fuck no look and wave her on when she sighs. "Can we take a boat ride in the Waitomo Caves?"
"You've done your homework I see," I say to her as I laugh and nod yes to her list of requests.
"I've wanted to go there since I was like, nine years old!" Her body turns into mine, hands on my chest, mischief dancing in her eyes. "You know that's where bungee jumping originated, right?"
"Absolutely fucking not going to happen. Not a fucking chance in hell are you doing that so forget about it, no mother fucking way!"
"You did it!"
"So what? If I die, well, that sucks but whatever. If you die..." I shiver, "Just no. The answer is no." Her lips pout out so I kiss them to soften the blow because there is no way in hell she's putting herself in danger.
"Fine," she huffs out before kissing me again. "I guess I'll just have to settle for all the other amazingly fun things we're going to do." I kiss her nose and give her a good swat when she goes back to her chair across from me. "You have one more question and then I want to watch the movie so that I can pay attention to the landscape."
"It's more of a request than a question," I muse, laying the groundwork before springing this on her. I've been patient long enough.
"Does it require an answer?" I nod very slowly because, holy shit does it require an answer. "Then shoot."
"I want you to cancel your appointment with Dr. Brodsky the week that we return and skip the shot." As suspected her eyes bug out of her head and her mouth drops open. "We're married now, Ana. I'm almost 30. I want kids with you and I want them now. We've got the money, the house, the health, the family support and God knows we practice enough." I can tell by the way her mouth opens and closes that she's totally unsure as to how she should respond. "Just think about it."
"Think about it? I have, we've…we've talked about this ad nuaseum, Christian! A baby…a forever baby, child, kid whatever…it's not something I'm ready for yet." She leans back and pinches her nose. "Shit, I was not expecting this conversation on the plane to our honeymoon! I thought you'd at least give me a week."
I snort and lean back. "You've got a week before that ass is mine. This conversation though, far more important and therefore something we need ample time to discuss."
"I'd rather have the butt sex conversation," she says dryly to which I can't help but chuckle. "We've had ample time. We've discussed this over and over. We came to an agreement and an understanding. Do you not remember that conversation?" Try as she might she can't hold back all of the panic in her voice. It hurts, to know that the idea of getting pregnant panics her. "I'm 23…and we just got married. But besides any extenuating circumstance I can toss at you, I'm not ready!"
I puff out, deflated but not defeated. I will win this battle. She will cancel that damn appointment and she will be pregnant in a few weeks. I get what I want; case in point, the woman who is now my wife now sitting across from me. I wanted her, I got her. Now I want her knocked up.
"I'm going to take a nap," she yawns. "We were up most of the night, there's no way I can stay awake for a movie right now." She stands and winces, a satisfied thrill charging through me. "Come with me," she offers, her hand outstretched towards me. And as much as I want to be pissed at her for telling me no, I just can't. They'll be time for that later since I plan on throwing my entire arsenal at her over the next three weeks. I'm well trained in getting my way and starting our family is my priority right now.
"I'll tuck you in but I'm going to work a bit out here." Her face falls.
"You said you weren't going to work at all on this trip!" I smile and reach out to tug on a curl that has fallen out of the knot on the top of her head.
"I said I'd do my best to not have to and I'll hold true to that but if you're sleeping, I'm going to take advantage of it and make a few calls and return a few emails. Ros and Andrea are starting to plan the Shanghai trip this week and despite my confidence in their abilities, I do need to make some decisions which means, dear wife, that I'll need your input as well."
She squeals when I pick her up, her arms flying around my neck on impulse. "Are you going to carry me everywhere?" she laughs.
"Yup, pretty much. I saw your little grimace when you stood up before and as much as it pleases me to know that it was my cock that made you that way, I don't actually like the idea of you in pain."
Those lips I love so much brush against the underside of my chin before she sighs and rests her head against my chest. It just feels good. No burning or terror. Nothing but closeness that continues when I lay her under the blankets and tuck them in around her tiny frame, marveling at how someone could be so cute, so adorable and so damn sexy all at the same time.
Taylor and Sawyer are in the office on the Murphy beds in there, sleeping what is a well-earned rest after ensuring that all of our guests were brought back to the dock safely and then helping to manage the throng of reporters and photographers who had been waiting at the gates. Dumbasses. Those idiots sat there all fucking day and they didn't even get a picture for it.
"Sir," Taylors voice startles me once I've sat back down to start my calls.
"You should be resting, Taylor."
"I'm fine, Mr. Grey but there are a few things that need our attention if you have a few minutes." I gesture to Ana's abandoned seat and he sits, his tablet in front of him even though I know he won't look at it once.
"The papers, all of them, covered the wedding as their front page news even though not one of them had a picture to accompany the story." I roll my eyes at the pathetic 'news coverage' and wait for the rest of it. "Despite our attempts at keeping a lid on everything, a few details did emerge including the bridal party names, the flavor of the cake and the fact that you flew off in your helicopter."
I wait but he says no more. "That's it?" He nods. "I'd say that's pretty fucking remarkable. To have 75 people on a boat and the only details that get out are two things that could easily be guessed along with how we left which could have been figured out by reasoned deduction. Well done, Jason." He nods again, probably a bit afraid of my good mood. But I've just made the love of my life my wife and I'm about to have her alone for three weeks. Not to mention the fact that my balls are so empty I could turn them inside out and find nothing left.
"We also received a call from the manager of Nothin but Stringz that they had been approached by a number of paparazzi. They've been offered half a million to sell their story along with their playlist." Now this pisses me off.
"Half a million?" I growl. As usual, Taylor nods. Him and his god damned nods. For a few minutes I just lean back and run my finger over my lip to try to figure out how to handle this while Taylor fills in the blanks.
"He didn't bring it to my attention so that we'd match it and I didn't get the impression that he was overly concerned that they'd sell the story but we did ask to be informed of anything like this. But the band members are also quite young and a half a million…that's not pocket change."
"No, it's not. Call him back and remind him and the rest of the band about the NDA and make sure they understand that we will blackball them if they choose to talk. Smooth that over by telling them that we'll use them when we have our housewarming party in the spring and that we'll take a stock photo with them that they can use for promotions." That alone is worth more than $500k.
Taylor seems satisfied and continues to the next topic.
"Our eyes on Ms. Adams informed me that she spent the day in her apartment but it's clear that she was drinking quite heavily throughout the day."
"How do you know that?"
"She stocked up at the liquor store on Friday and then put a box out for trash pickup filled with empty bottles this morning." He clears his throat. "She also called her therapist nine times over the course of the day along with two travel agents to see if she could get a last minute flight to Seattle."
I don't want to feel anything towards the woman, she made her own bed and now she has to lie in it, but I imagine being cut out of your daughter's wedding would be quite painful. She should have thought about that before she offered Ana up on a platter to an abuser so that she could keep him happy instead of her child safe.
"Fuck her. She wasn't able to get a flight, obviously?"
"No, Sir. She was not. She can't leave the state anyway. Not until she appears at Morton's trial. She also attempted to contact Ray Steele but his phone was turned off for the day. I've asked Ryan to reach out to him to see if her voice mail is anything we need to be concerned about though my guess is it was just her screaming at him or begging him." His stance shifts indicating a change in topic, one of only two tells of his. Five years he's worked for me and he's still as professional as the first day.
"Finally, this morning there was a man arrested outside of Escala by the name of Trent Tomino. He had a stack of newspapers in his hand and was screaming up towards the penthouse that he'd save her. Her being Ms. St…Mrs. Grey." He pauses for a breath which is just long enough for me to want to reach over and throttle him. "The front desk called the police and then called Ryan who came down immediately."
"He was arrested?"
"He was but he could only be charged with disturbing the peace. The Seattle PD did suggest that he enter himself into a mental health facility but since he wasn't armed and planned to do no harm, they couldn't make him go. However, they did speak to his mother who came to pick him up at the station. This is an ongoing problem for him apparently."
"Planned to do no harm? Screaming up at a twenty story building is doing no harm? What the fuck, Taylor! And what's an ongoing problem? Stalking? Because that's what he's doing. Stalking." She's here with you, safe and sleeping not twenty feet away. Breathe.
"Obsession, stalking, whatever you want to call it. From what Ryan was able to gather he fixates on one female, sometimes for weeks, sometimes for months, once for four years."
"Fuck if that's about to happen," I interrupt.
"His mother said he's been in and out of treatment for severe OCD and that Mrs. Grey is one in a long list of women he becomes obsessed with. When Welch provided the emails and pictures that Mr. Tomino had sent the police were then able to charge him with harassment which is basically a slap on the wrist."
"So? What's the fucking plan, Taylor because when we land in Seattle in three weeks, I want there to be no god damn chance this asshole is going to be anywhere near my wife!" The words are spit out quietly so that I don't wake Ana but the anger behind them is palpable.
"Sir," he starts, his voice calm with the slightest hint of annoyance. "He's been formally charged with harassment but Mrs. Grey will ultimately be the one who will have to press a suit if she chooses. Had she been aware of what was going on, they could have charged him with stalking but since she is unaware and therefore not in fear, both charges will be hard to make stick."
My mouth falls open in disbelief. "So by not telling her, we've effectively given him a free pass?" He nods in typical Taylor fashion. "You're shitting me."
"In order for him to be held in jail or fined, Mrs. Grey herself needs to formally press charges and then she would need to prove that she was in fear and felt threatened. By not informing her, yes, we have effectively given him an out."
Well fuck if that's not the definition of irony. "Fuck! So where does that bull shit leave us?'
"Reliant on his mother and him to get him help." And that's pretty much all I'm going to get out of Taylor right now which is more than I was expecting since the guy just left his brand new wife for three weeks, well, two but he has no idea I'm flying Gail and Heather to meet he and Sawyer when we get to the Maldives. Not to mention he's had less than six hours sleep in three nights and has been preparing for an international trip for over a month. But rely on his mother'? Not going to fly.
"That's not going to work for me and you know it. When we land you and Welch need to figure this shit out. What else?"
"The usual. Your wedding and both of your names are the top trends on social media. Between those three things there has been no less than 1800 fan pages and fan sites started since Saturday."
When I go to pull my hair my ring touches my head, the cool metal a simple yet effective reminder that I'm married. And despite crazy stalkers and pathetic fan sites, this is the life I live. I didn't choose to be in the public eye the way actors and musicians are but I wasn't naïve to what my looks and a fat bank account were going to garner. And Ana? Well she's fucking hot as shit, of course people are going to love her and now she's married to me. The bad boy bachelor who everyone thought was gay met and got married to someone nobody had ever heard of before. I'd laugh if I didn't think everyone so pathetic.
Taylor takes his leave when I reach for my phone, the full police report from this morning waiting for me in my inbox. I skim it, pissed off to even see it there but again, this is part of having money, being young, and having a face like mine. Tons of perks and tons of lunatics. I dial Ros absentmindedly while I read, growing more disgusted by the second with this scum now attaching himself to my wife.
"Christian, I am not working today and neither are you. Goodbye."
"You sound like shit, Ros." She snorts and then grunts.
"I feel like shit. I've had some good wine in my day but the sheer amount you had on that boat yesterday required dedication on my part to try each one. It was a sacrifice but I drank a glass from each offering."
"There were twelve different vintages!"
She groans, "I know. Trust me, I know. Gwen's no better either. I made Barney drive us home which was pretty funny since all he wanted to do was get his girlfriend back to his place." I can't help but smile at that. Good for Barney. "He's so smitten with that pretty young thing he didn't even moon over at Andrea once all night. Which was good since she was pretty much dry humping her own boyfriend once you left."
"Well thanks for the rundown on shit I don't care about but I called to get the ball rolling on the Shanghai meeting with Shinzu. Ana spoke to him twice over this last week and she thinks he's softening up to our demands so I think we should get there sooner rather than later. See if you can schedule it the third week in October." Which is, conveniently, when Ana is due for her next shot.
"You are seriously doing this right now from your jet on your way to Spain? Are they really letting you stay at Gaudi's Castle?"
"What the fuck are you yammering about?"
"Your honeymoon. The reports are that you're going to Spain and then to Russia." I chortle at that and shake my head at the incompetence of our news agencies.
"We're not going to Spain and you know it. Work with Andrea and get that week booked and make sure she gives us at least three days of personal time after we close, Ana's never been to China. Email me the itinerary by Wednesday and work with Ana's office to coordinate everything."
"I need until Thursday, I'm not working today. Gwen and I promised to take the Fredericks out for lunch in Bellevue and then we're going on a wine tour." She groans, "And don't think I don't wish I had picked something different. A wine tour while nursing a wine hangover. I'll send everything to you in a few days now go be married and do whatever it is you do on a honeymoon."
After a quick check on my sleeping bride I fire off a few emails and then call Elliot to check in and thank him for his speech last night. I couldn't thank him then, it was too much and way too personal but even I'm not enough of an asshole to let what he said go unrecognized.
"Katie…fuck get your mouth off my balls and onto my dick…oh yeah…"
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
"Oh…Christian…sorry, didn't know I had answered the phone…oh yeah baby, sit on my face while you do that…"
"Call me back dick weed!" I hear him start to laugh and then cut him off when I hang up, pinching my eyes shut to get the image of that out of my head. My phone rings right away and when I see his name on the screen I almost don't pick it up. "I knew you were a minute man. What do you want?"
He laughs in my ear. "More like marathon man! And you called me so chill out, bro. Katie's out to lunch with some friends, I was yanking your chain and in typical Christian Grey fashion you overreacted and played the role of dick perfectly." He laughs again and then orders lunch at some drive through.
"So big news, C," he starts, thanking the woman who takes his money from him. "Katie almost gave up that ass last night. I had her all lubed up and willing and then her fucking mom called to ask how the wedding went. You fucking believe that? Two in the god damn morning and she calls from London just as I'm about to breach my goal. She claims the time difference slipped her mind but I think she knew I was about to ass pound her daughter."
And I can't help it, I laugh. Because only Elliot can speak this cavalierly and make it funny.
"Good. You don't deserve it. Stop begging her for it and maybe she'll ask you. Ever think of that?"
"Uh, Christian? I know you're like, the President of Sex but no woman asks for anal the first time. So, about that theory…you're wrong. I need to pursue this."
"Can we please stop talking about this? I don't want to know about your bedroom habits and I really don't want to know about Kate's. You act like you've never had anal before." He snorts.
"I've had plenty of it but I haven't had it with her. And you know how it goes, you love a woman, you find out they're untouched in some way and BAM! You've got to be the one to taint them. Be the only one they've done something with."
I sigh because I do know what he's talking about but it's the way he says it that gives me pause.
"You really love this girl, huh?"
"As much as you love yours, little brother." And though I doubt it because how can anyone love like I do, I don't argue. "I'm going to ask her on Halloween, I've already started planning it."
"Halloween? We'll just be getting back from China. Did you pick up the ring then?"
"Going there tomorrow actually. I'm going to keep it at mom and dad's since I gave her the code to my safe. After I remembered I had the tapes I'd made of me and that girl Jade and all her friends."
"Am I supposed to know who they are, Elliot? Because you've fucked pretty much half of Seattle and frankly, I can't keep up."
"Oh come on, Jade's the one I brought to mom and dad's pool party two summers ago…huge tits, fake of course but huge. She's the one who hit on Mia before she knew she was my sister."
"Oh right. She was a damn train wreck, I sincerely hope you double wrapped." I can actually hear him smile over the phone.
"She sure was but damn did she like threesomes. I swear in the month I was fucking her she brought no less than four women to bed with us and then like fucking Santa Clause she taped them all. Shit, bro. You have not lived until you've got a pussy on your face, one on your cock and someone else sucking your balls."
"You haven't lived until you've taken your bride out of a wedding dress. Now that's living, Elliot." He clears his throat in embarrassment at his crassness and for once, sounds contrite.
"I guess this isn't exactly honeymoon conversation."
"No, it's not." And because I didn't call to chastise him I move on. "Are you saying Kate found the tapes and watched them?"
"Fuck no! She found them all right but I took them and cut 'em up before she could even think about watching them. Didn't mean I didn't get the third degree about it though."
"Damn," I mutter, actually feeling bad for him trying to get himself out of explaining that. If I had to tell Ana some of the things I've done I'd probably choose the easy way out and jump from the jet without a parachute.
"Yeah. Damn. It was ugly for about three days."
"You told her the details?"
"Not everything! I'm not an idiot but I had to tell her a little of the truth. I sure as shit didn't tell her about the fourway but I had to tell her about at least one of the threesomes." My mind works backwards remembering our camping trip and how he said she knew about his past.
"Was this before camping?"
"Yeah, about a week prior. So when fucking Jose asked me that question about it, I wanted to rip his lungs out since I had just gotten her to the point where she'd let me sleep in bed with her again." He groans, "Seriously, had I known how much my prior indescresions would embarrass me and trip her faith in me up, I'd have stayed a virgin." Now it's my turn to laugh.
"Right. Elliot Grey the virgin." He laughs then and then gets out of his car. "What are you doing?"
"Well, I was all snuggled up in bed after my near anal experience, blue balls and all when bright and early my phone goes off. Your security team called to tell me about the crazy dude outside of Escala. Thanks for letting me know you put me on your roster when you left town."
"Shit, sorry. I meant to talk to you about it."
"No problem. Except I was in the middle of a blowjob so that would be two times I had to get out of bed with balls bluer than the state of California. You owe me anal and a blowjob by the way." We both laugh then at the absurdity of this entire conversation.
"Did you go to the station?"
"Yes. Dude's crazy but I don't think he's harmful. Just a wacko but hey, this is the life you lead you know? Ryan was telling me there's no less than four active threats against you at any given time. Hell if I could live that way, man. Always worrying about my girl and shit, I don't know how you do it."
"Be my eyes and ears while I'm gone."
"You got it. Now I've got the house to myself, a bag of hot greasy food and a hard on that just won't go away so…unless you need something, I'm hanging up and taking care of business." I roll my eyes in disgust but can't help laughing at him. He's just so Elliot.
"I called to say thank you. For your speech yesterday. What you said, it was…well received." He's quiet on the other end, no doubt waiting for more from me. I pull on my hair, uncomfortable with having a conversation like this with my brother but continue on while he remains quiet. "It meant a lot and, fuck, Elliot! I can't do this emotional shit like you can. Thank you, that's it."
He laughs. "Shit, bro. That's way more than I expected from you. I meant every word. Have a good time away and C, don't work. Enjoy this time because it's never going to be like this again."
Exhaustion crashes over me the minute I hang up the phone, the activities and the highs and lows from the past week finally taking their due from me. I should squeeze out a bit more work but I can't, my mind is fried and my body is finding it hard just to walk to the bedroom. Knowing Ana is there is the only reason I don't just sleep in the chair.
Just as I pull her against me and settle my hand between her breasts and over her heart, my phone dings with a text from none other than my brother.
-Thanks a lot asshole. Your little heartfelt moment took away my mojo. Can't get it up so now you owe me anal, a bj and a hand job!
APOV
"Forget it! I quit! It's a boring and stupid sport anyway!" And with that I throw my club into the bag on the back of the golf cart and get in the seat, arms crossed in a pout while my husband clutches his stomach with laughter not five feet away.
"Oh stop, Ana. Come on, I'll show you again, we just need to work on your follow through."
"No! I am not wasting one more swing on this stupid game. B-O-R-I-N-G!" He just keeps laughing, sets up his ball and hits it further than my eyes can see. Whatever, this game is dumb. He picks up my ball which is only about ten feet in front of where I started and hops in the cart, takes a swig of his beer and drives us to wherever his golf ball fell, hopping out to chip it into the hole marked three.
Yes, three. Because that is how far we've gotten in an hour of this torture. Why he didn't just leave me behind at the lodge is beyond me. I'd much rather be reading or sleeping or doing anything other than this.
"Oh wipe that smile off your face, Grey. Just because you can play well and look good doing it does not make it fair. I have got to be ruining this for you." He just smiles, picks up the phone in the cart and calls the desk to ask for a golf pro to come play with us.
"You're cute when you pout, anyone ever tell you that? You just need a few pointers and you'll be hitting them in no time," he barely chokes out before he chuckles into his long necked beer bottle.
"Right." We sit and wait for a few minutes for the pro to get to us, me examining my chipped nail polish, him scrolling through his phone until a guy, probably around 40 or so pulls up and hops out of his cart, smile on his face and club in his hand.
"Good afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Grey. Name's Morgan Spring, senior golf pro here at the Farm at Cape Kidnappers. What can I do for you?" I watch while Christian appraises him and then sneers when he realizes that in order for this guy to teach me, he'll need to touch me and we both know that's not going to happen.
"My wife is having a difficult time with…well, everything."
Morgan takes me in, head to toe in a professional way and says so matter-of-factly that it catches us both off guard, "Your chest is too large. You won't be able to get a good solid swing off because it'll be difficult for you to really follow through. We have bras and shirts back at the club that minimize large breasts, I can have one of my employees bring one out to you."
I swear to God, Christian's face is as red as it can be, the bottle squeezed in his hand so tightly it's a wonder it hasn't shattered. Me? I'm doing my best not to laugh and blush from embarrassment. Morgan looks at Christian then, his face taking in the angry man in front of him and does his best to smooth the situation over.
"Professionally speaking." He clears his throat, "Should I call the pro shop, Mrs. Grey?" I look from him to Christian and back again before answering. His assessment is correct, I've told Christian that exact thing three times over the last sixty minutes but having someone else say it is just the push I need to get the hell off of this course.
"No, thank you. Frankly I'm not any good and I'm not interested in playing anyway. Christian, do you want me to call Taylor or Sawyer and see if they want to meet you out here?" He blinks as if coming out of a trance and swings his gaze to me. Oh boy is he pissed.
"I'll do it." And with that he storms off, petulantly slamming his club onto the ground before coming right back to drag me by the arm away from Mr. Spring. "Taylor come to the third hole and bring Sawyer. You'll need to escort Mrs. Grey back to the lodge but then you and Sawyer will come back to play a round of golf…Yes…I don't know...do a sweep of the spa first...how the fuck should I know?"
He shoves the phone at me and runs both hands through his hair, his gloved hand catching in the longish copper tresses so that he grimaces and gets even more pissed off.
"Hi, Taylor. Are you very far away?"
"No, ma'am we can be there in one minute. I asked Mr. Grey if you wanted to go back to the room or if we should call ahead to the spa like you mentioned earlier."
"Oh, right. I had forgotten. Are there still people there?" He chuckles, a rarity for him.
"Yes, Mrs. Grey. The entire staff is here around the clock to ensure your every need is met. I'll call the spa now, you should see Sawyer coming over the horizon right about now."
And like he says, Luke's cart flies over the crest of the lush green hill and parks next to ours, Christian barking orders at him before he's turned off the ignition. Before I climb in the cart I walk up to my husband and pull him back a few feet to speak to him privately.
"Baby," I start, my voice low and soothing, his reaction instantaneous. "I want you to have fun and me golfing with you is not fun. For either of us. So while you hit little balls into little holes I'm going to go to the spa to get a massage and a manicure and then I'm going to order us some room service." He opens his mouth to say something but I press a finger to his lips.
"And then, when you get back, I'm going to put on a little lingerie show and let you pick which one you want me to wear while we have dinner and I give you a massage. And then," I lean in and lick the shell of his ear, "if you don't kill Mr. Spring over there, I'll let you do whatever you want to me."
Under my hand his heartbeat picks up rapidly, his chest rumbling with a low groan while his eyes close at the thought.
"Anything?" he whispers suggestively.
"Anything." He sucks in a breath and slams my body against his, the ridge of his erection hard against my belly.
"Mr. Spring should thank you for saving his life. If your agenda was to distract me and take the edge off, you've certainly done that but now I don't think I'll be able to finish my game. I should take you over to that tree and fuck you just so I can get rid of this little problem I now have."
At that I laugh, "Little is definitely not your problem."
He pulls back, looks down at my breasts and grumbles, "Not yours either. What a fucker he is, talking about your body like that."
"Christian, it was a professional observation and he's right. It's not comfortable for me to play and they are in the way."
"Whatever, Ana. I don't like anybody looking at you like that, professional or not." He pinches the bridge of his nose, one hand on his hip and takes a step to the side. "Go back, get yourself all relaxed and ready because baby, I will own every single part of you by morning." I can't pretend that doesn't send a little thrill through me even if I'm a bit afraid.
In the cart I'm silently patting myself on the back at how I managed to calm him down until I hear him call out, "Spring! If you ever so much as look at my wife again like that I'll rip your fucking head off."
Well, so much for that.
While the elderly woman rubs out the knots in my back caused by the six mile hike we took yesterday I begin to relax and take a moment to reflect back on the last few days. The wedding, a bit bigger than what I originally wanted, was perfect. The wedding night? Perfect again. The walk into the registars office where I was able to officially change my name? Perfection.
The flight over where even though I knew he wanted to have sex he didn't try so that I could recover? Ideal. The first three days here in New Zealand? Afuckingmazing.
This place is so beautiful, so picturesque that I feel like I'm walking in a story book. I like the way Christian has paced things while we're here, giving us a day to do nothing but laze about followed by an activity followed by another lazy day. It took me two days to figure out that we were the only guests at the resort which seems a bit overkill since the place itself is huge. But, outside of staff when we call for them, we have the run of the place.
Christian thought of everything too. It was cute to watch him share the itinerary with me over dinner on the flight down, his excitement evident in the way he sat me on his lap and smiled up at me with each point of his finger. We'll stay here in Auckland for a week and then fly to Christchurch where we'll spend another week exploring the South Island before jetting off to the Maldives for a final week of privacy. Sublime would be the word to describe having him all to myself for almost a month and so long as we don't discuss pregnancy, we should be just fine.
I tense involuntarily at that thought. I mean, I knew he was going to bring it up at some point but I didn't expect it so soon. Twelve hours into our marriage and he was already pressuring me but this is one thing I know better than to negotiate on. A child, a little human being isn't something you just 'do' without being prepared and I am not prepared.
I had expected him to pout but he didn't and instead we've both put the issue on the shelf for now but I know him and I know it'll come up again before we head home. But this is not the time to dwell on that so I push it, along with everything else out of my head and enjoy the next hour.
"Your husband is very good looking," the woman doing my nails says to me as she swipes on the bright red I've chosen for today. "And the way he looks at you when you don't know he's watching, it's beautiful." She dips the brush in, her face a study in concentration. "I've only crossed paths twice with you all but I can tell when a man is smitten. It's sweet. You're a lucky girl!"
"I know," I sigh, checking my phone to see if he's called. He hasn't which means he's having a good time on the course which in turn, makes me happy.
"Tell me how you met."
And I do from beginning to end careful to avoid anything she could sell to the press since Christian has ingrained in my psyche that no matter how friendly someone appears, they could always have an ulterior motive. Jane listens intently, smiling and asking questions to keep the conversation moving along until we get to the wedding.
"Well, it was quite the staff meeting we had here last week. I mean, nobody has ever rented out the entire place before so we were all anxious to see who would be coming and I've got to tell you, when his pretty little head bopped through that door more than a few of the girls here sucked in their bellies and pushed out their chests. But then he pulled you in next to him and they all knew it was a lost cause." She chuckles and sprays my nails with something before pushing them under a light.
"Any marriage advise? Since you've been married for twenty something years, you've got to have learned something along the way, right?" She scoffs and looks at me carefully.
"True advise or the fluff everyone else tells you?"
"True."
"OK then, you asked." She looks around and leans in, "Always let him feel like he's in charge. Men like to feel like they're in control but we both know it's women who run the show behind the scenes. It's a trick you'll learn with experience but in your day to day life, let him think he's the one in charge. But in the bedroom, hand over that control and really let him have his way. So long as you're comfortable," she rushes to add. "Because if a man is in control in the boudoir, he hardly cares at all who's in control outside of it."
"Good evening, Mr. Grey, let me help you with that," I purr, walking towards my hot ass husband in nothing more than a red silk robe and a smile. With a grin he hands me his visor and sunglasses, watching as I strut back to the side table where I place them before turning back to him.
"Did you have a good time?"
"I did," he says with amusement as I strip him of his shirt before unbuckling his belt.
"Was it so much better once I was gone?" He says nothing so I give him a coy little smile and raise my brows, waiting for his response.
"It was," he says carefully. I smile because of course it was, I was annoying and terrible at it.
"Is that man still alive or did you flay him and toss his body over a cliff?" At this he laughs and allows me to pull his belt through the loops on his pressed slacks, eyes wide when I crack it on the table next to us before tossing it to the ground.
"He's alive and unharmed though he won't be making any more mention of these." Large hands cover my silk clad breasts, a low rumble resonating through both of our chests at the contact. "No bra, Mrs. Grey, I like."
"No anything, Sir. Now," I slide him out of his pants and boxers and lead him by the hand to the shower that I've had running for a few minutes now. "While you clean up I'll get myself ready for your little show."
"Actually, baby, as much as I want a show, I already know what I want you wearing tonight." My brows raise. "I like the idea of being surprised every night," he pauses and runs his hands over my butt and back up to squeeze my breasts again. "But I want you to wear the black lace that Caroline sent over. I picked it out myself you know."
"You did? You went to the store and everything?" At that he tosses his head back and laughs as he gets in the steaming shower.
"No. She sent me a catalogue and I let her know what I wanted." And for some reason, the vision of Christian picking out lingerie he'd like to see on me has me very turned on.
While he showers I find the miniscule bra and panty set that looks more like lattice with all of its straps and crosses and shimmy in it. A few dabs of chocolate gloss, a few swipes of dark eye shadow and mascara and a forward toss of my hair to make it full and sultry and I'm good to go. In the bathroom he's shaving, I can hear the telltale swipe of the razor on his skin and damn if that doesn't turn me on even more. For a minute I just stand at the door and listen, grateful that I'll be able to do that for the rest of my life.
In the dining room dinner has been set up so while Christian gets dressed, I take the plates out of the oven and wait for him in the middle of the room which is where he finds me when he struts out of the bedroom in nothing but silk pajama pants, his steps slowing as he takes me in from head to toe.
"Shit, baby you look hot as hell." I feel hot. Little by little I'm beginning to actually believe that I am the way Christian sees me and while I know I'll never buy into the sex kitten thing he sees in me, I at least can look in a mirror and like the way I look.
But it still takes a bit of false confidence to stand there in nothing but a few scraps of transparent lace and six inch heels while his eyes travel from toe to temple. The black of his pants does nothing to hide the tent growing in the front, an added boost to my self esteem.
"Hungry, Mr. Grey?" He licks his lips, my nipples pebble shamelessly in response.
"Starving, Mrs. Grey." With a deliberate flourish I turn and guide him to his seat but he grabs my hips as I walk away and pulls me onto his lap, a small grunt escaping him when my butt rubs against his erection. "I cannot wait for later, Ana. You have no idea how hard it was to play after you left." His words are incendiary but it's his hands cupping each of my breasts that has me seeing stars.
"All I could picture was you naked, writhing, begging, wanting, and completely mine. I am going to fuck you until you forget your name tonight." With that he lifts me up and swats my butt so that I yelp in surprise.
We barely speak over the lamb and couscous I've ordered for us and when we do speak both of us are slow with our words, our minds clearly somewhere else. Dessert is in the kitchen but I make no mention of it because I know neither of us wants it. He watches me intently, lifts his napkin to his lips and then tosses it on the table almost as if he's throwing down a challenge.
"Are you finished, Christian?"
"Not even close, Anastasia." Oh my god, he's going to be the death of me. Watching him rise from his chair, muscles shifting under his skin, abs carved out above that V that makes me stupid with lust, I get the full onslaught of his utter maleness. From the way he looks at me, unashamedly sexual, to the way he walks to me I am acutely aware of just how strong and virile he is. "I will never be finished when it comes to you," he promises huskily.
"Follow me," I manage to whisper, my own voice betraying the way I'm feeling in his presence right now.
"To the ends of the earth, baby." I stop and turn, my eyes finding his right away. He may be the definition of alpha male but when it comes to me, he is the embodiment of adoration. For a few seconds I just stare at him, dumbstruck by his beauty and awestruck by the love I feel for him.
He steps forward and runs one finger over my cheek. "I know," he says quietly, "I feel the same way when I look at you." And I smile because of course he knows what it is that's going through my mind. When he takes my hand I find my feet again and lead him to our bedroom where I've had the resorts massage therapist set up a table complete with oils and scented candles.
Without a word I strip him of his pants and help him onto the table, face down. Christian has provided me with the most luxurious of everything, massages being a regular and appreciated part of my life now but in his entire life, outside of the small ones I've given him when he was sick or upset, he's never had one himself. I would love nothing more than for him to get to a point where he can have a trained professional do this but since that's not an option yet, I'll happily fill that role.
Starting at his neck and working my way down I remember all of the tips I read online when researching how to give a good massage and focus on certain groups of muscles that I know trouble him. Under his left scapula he groans when I press but doesn't tense up so I pay special attention to the area until I feel him melt beneath my fingers. Getting to know his body the way he so intimately knows mine is a thrill so each groan, each sigh, each grunt I commit to memory.
I've, of course, forgone the towel over his butt so that I can appreciate the view and appreciate I do. He chuckles when I knead the muscles there but that chuckle turns to a groan when I glide oil slicked hands over his balls and down his thighs.
"Turn over please," I whisper in his ear, heated desire flashing through me when I see he's as hard as stone. I start at his neck again, avoiding his gaze so that I can concentrate and not disintegrate into a ball of desire. I swear he makes me lose my entire focus when he looks at me like that, his eyes hooded and intense with emotion and want.
He groans as I rub his pecs and then take my time outlining each of the boxes the cover his torso but when I get to that V, that glorious, heart stopping, panty melting V I almost give in and grab his dick. Somehow I hold myself in check and run my middle fingers along the indent of his lower abdomen, grinning at the way his penis twitches when my hands drift close.
"How are you feeling, Christian?" He huffs out a breath and closes his eyes when my hands glide down his thighs and then ascend again only to not touch the place I know he really wants me to.
"The truth? This feels great but if I don't cum soon I'm going to lose my shit." I giggle and move up to stand next him, lifting one of his hands up to massage his palm. I can feel him watching me which in and of itself tests my resolve but it's when I release his hand and he immediately grabs my ass that has me biting my lip to stop the moan that bubbles up.
"God damn, Ana you are so fucking hot." His hand continues to grip the flesh of my butt, occasionally sliding up to run over the curve of my hip but I will not be distracted from what I planned to do so I take my sweet time and with one finger map every divot of his chest and stomach until the only place I haven't touched on his amazing body is the long heavy shaft pointing straight to the ceiling.
With deliberate slowness I pour warm oil into my palm and then drip it over his dick, his hand tensing almost painfully on my waist. When I grip him with slick fists his neck lifts and his legs tense, a harsh, "Fuck!" renting through the quiet room.
His breathing is harsh, the hiss of his exhale followed by a sharp intake with each twist of my hand and slide of my palm. "So good…god…fuck I need to cum…shit, Ana…" But despite his pleas and the thrusting of his hips I don't quicken my tempo. One of his hands reaches up and pulls the lace cup of my lingerie down before he grabs my breast and throws his head back violently.
"Please…faster, baby. I want you so much…make me cum...please..." The power I feel is heady. How many times have I been the one begging him? How many times has he kept me on that razor thin line of delirium? To finally have the skills and experience to bring this man to his knees is the biggest turn on in the world.
One hand grips and slides over his throbbing erection while the other caresses and scratches his balls until the hand on my breast falls away. I glance at his face and know he's in that space where all that matters in the entire world is what's going on in the center of his body. All of his concentration, all of his focus is on the movements I make over him and the release he's desperate for. Only then do I grasp him with both hands and really start to work him over from root to tip. He watches the movement of my fists, lips pursed out in concentration, toes curled, hands gripping the thin sheet underneath him while he pants.
"Come for me, Christian," I quietly demand, tightening my grip, his answering cry exactly the stimulation I need to ignore the burning in my biceps. "Now, baby, I want your cum." And that does it.
Ropes of thick white fluid shoot upwards and land on his torso while he shakes and convulses on the table. He doesn't totally soften, he never really does, but I know he's finished when his body begins to twitch with each pass of my palm.
Satisfied I leave him there on the table, naked and breathing hard and retrieve a warm washcloth. I clean myself first and put the lace back over my chest and then carefully wipe him down. He's got his arm tossed over his face, the absolute surrender of his body to me the hottest thing in the world.
"That class you took, the one from your bachelorette?" he huffs out when he can finally speak.
"Yes," I prod when he says nothing, his arms still over his eyes.
"I want her name and number. I'm sending her a million dollars." I laugh and then step back when he swings his feet over the side. "I'm dizzy," he half laughs while he waits for the room to stop spinning.
"Massages always make me feel that way for a few minutes afterwards."
"Yeah," he chuffs, "it was the massage. Come here," he motions as he stands, his hands cupping the back of my neck so that he can kiss me. When he sweeps my mouth with his toungue I realize it's the first time since this morning that we've kissed. A new record for us I'm sure.
"Now, I do believe you said I could do anything I wanted to you, Mrs. Grey." I nod, eyes wide with excitement and a little bit of fear. "Well there is a long list I need to get through so we should get started." With a light smack he turns me and points to the bed, his mouth hovering near my ear. "On your back, head hanging over the side, mouth open, legs spread, knees bent."
I do as he says, kicking off one heel only for him to stop me and tell me to put it back on. When I'm in position he stands over me, his testicles just out of the reach of my mouth and reaches down to pull the black lace of my panties to the side.
"Hell you're so wet already. Do you know what that does to me? To know that pleasing me turns you on?" He sinks two fingers inside of me easily and pumps slowly. "Play with that pretty slick clit while I watch." I swear it takes two swipes of my finger and I'm about to detonate. He knows it too because he pulls my hand away and dips his hips. "Suck my balls while I fuck you with my fingers."
I'm embarrassed that it takes less than half a minute for me to come, my scream muffled by him in my mouth. He holds my legs open when I try to shut them and then steps back to lift my head onto the bed while I catch my breath.
"One," he says to himself. He gets on his back and orders me to sit on his face, positioning me over his mouth. "Suck me, Ana but don't make me cum." When I lean down and take him in my mouth he groans against my sex and then begins to lick me from my clit all the way to my butt, his tongue circling the ring of muscles there that tense at the attention. "Relax, baby. It's just me and you. Relax."
I try and as good as it feels, I'm so aware of what he's doing that I can't actually let myself enjoy it. I focus on deepthroating him but his fingers wreak havoc as they plunge inside of me and then coat my ass with my juice. He pauses, the tip of one finger resting right over me there so that I know what he's about to do and then at the same time he begins to push inside of me, he sucks my clit in his mouth and holy hell does that feel good.
"That's it," he says, resting his head back, "just feel, baby. Me and you." Again he licks me from the top of my slit to where his finger is and back until I'm trembling and bucking against his face. His other hand leaves my back where it had been soothing me with long strokes and smacks my ass at the very same time he gently bites on my clit.
"Oh god!" I scream, falling forward so that he has to raise on his elbows to keep his mouth on me. "Oh my god oh my god oh my god," I cry until the violent clenching of every muscle in my body stops. He withdraws from me then and lovingly flips me onto my back, his face smiling down at me while he tenderly wipes the hair from my face.
"Two," he says with a wink. "Good so far?" I know he's referring to what he just did with his finger and shy about this as I still am, I can't lie to the man.
"Yes." His smile widens.
"I'll be right back. You take a minute because we're just warming up." By the time he comes back I've crawled under the covers and brought my heartbeat back to normal but that doesn't slow him down. Not at all. His brisk walk slows down when he notices I'm covered up, his blank face turning salacious.
"Up, Anastasia." One finger beckons me to where he stands by the ottoman and like I promised, I go to him, the swollen lips of my sex rubbing together to start up the desire for this man that never seems to lessen. "Hands flat on the leather, legs together." For a beat he just walks around me and looks, clucking out his approval with little grunts and whistles.
While one hand glides up and down my thighs his other hand smoothes over the skin of my back until I'm lulled into a peaceful state that makes me forget that I'm naked and bent over for him. So when his fingers circle my opening, a rounded metal along with them, I'm a bit surprised. More so when he slowly inserts two ben-wah balls inside of me without a single word.
"Do not move," he says softly but sternly when I go to stand. Sitting down in the armchair and lifting my chin with his finger he states, "You are, without question, the sexiest woman on the planet. Now, please go get us some wine."
With a half smirk, because I know exactly what he's doing, I stand and walk, albeit uncomfortably, to the living area where a bottle of the local Larose Bordeaux and two glasses are waiting. Each step causes the balls inside to shift and after having two orgasms, my muscles are loose making it just a bit harder to keep them in place.
When I get back to the room he's reclined in the chaise that faces out towards the mountains. He pats his lap and then situates me so that I'm astride him but facing away from him, his hard on lying straight between my legs against my slit. While we drink he rocks his hips, tiny little pulses that shoot pleasure straight through me but it's when he flattens his hand over my mound and begins to rhythmically squeeze that I feel the full effect of the balls.
Within minutes I'm panting, his hand coated with my juice so much so that there is a squelching noise now when he cups me. "Drink," he whispers in my ear, his lips sucking on that patch of skin that literally makes me feel crazy inside. "I won't touch you again until your wine is gone, Anastasia. I want you relaxed, lithe, and ready for me."
When my glass is empty he takes it from my hand and lifts me up, ordering me to resume the position I was in when he inserted the balls. Behind me I hear a buzzing sound but instead of putting the vibrating bullet inside of me he presses it into the crack of my butt so that I can feel not only the vibrations on the outside but with the balls as well.
"Christian," I breathe out, my body beginning to shake with pleasure and if I'm honest, a little fear. Is this how he'll do it the first time? With the balls inside? Is he going to put the vibrator in me? Standing just like this? Or will he move me to the bed?
"Shhh," he soothes, his hand running over my shoulders, gently tugging my hair and sliding down to the top of my ass. "Trust me, baby. Can you do that? Can you trust me to not hurt you and only give you pleasure?" I nod and whimper. "Say it out loud for me."
"I trust you," I assert with a breathy voice. He leans down, kisses the spot between my shoulder blades and presses the vibrator harder against me.
"Turn over, baby." I'm startled when he takes the bullet and presses it against my pubic bone but when I feel the balls begin to shift inside, directly over my g-spot I moan and let myself go to this man who knows more about my body than I ever will. "Gorgeous, Ana…so…so…gorgeous. Open your legs for me sweet girl."
I hear the click of the lube cap and feel the cool gel that he spreads over me and while the balls are in, while he's got a vibrator pressed against my g-spot, he slowly inserts one long finger in my ass and starts to move it slowly. I look at him then, half crazed with the need to come, half afraid he's not enjoying himself since this is all about me but one look at him and I know this is as much for him as it is for me.
And that's what sets me off. "Fuck! Christian!" I cry as the building begins, that deep, almost painful climb to the top of a cliff that only your g-spot deliver. The closer I get the harder he presses and the faster he pumps until he pulls his finger out, yanks the ben-wah balls out and lets the vibrator drop to the ground. In one quick thrust he's completely sheathed inside of me but then he stands, lifting me by my hips so that only my head is on the seat and starts to move. At this angle the tip of him hits that spot inside over and over while blood rushes to my head.
"Oh fuck yeah, look at that. I can see my cock move inside of you, baby. Shit that's hot…oh fuck." I glance down and see little interspersed rises of the skin over my womb where he's hitting. When his hand presses on me from the outside it causes the friction inside to reach new heights and I come. Hard. From the tips of my toes to the ends of my fingers my body is turned inside out as incoherent words fall from my lips. Stars explode behind my closed lids, blood pounds in my ears and all the while he pumps.
"Three!" he bellows above me.
When I wiggle and try to pull away he breaks our connection and lifts me, boneless and half out of my mind so that he can carry me to the bed where he lays me on my belly, my feet on the floor beneath me. I hear the click of the lube again but any trepidation I had before about letting him take me there is long gone. All the work he's put into relaxing me and readying me…it's paid off because I'm actually looking forward to this. I'd giggle if I had the energy.
Behind me his breathing has picked up, no doubt at his excitement over breaching this last barrier between us. When I'm coated he leans forward, his lips kissing my ear and neck, his hand again running up and down my back and butt.
"I'll never make you do anything you don't want to do, baby. Are you still ok with this?" The words are spoken carefully but I can feel the lust rolling over him in waves, his body tense with need. He wants this and bad. "Have you changed your mind, Ana?"
"No, I'm ready. Just…don't hurt me." Against my cheek he smiles.
"Never," he whispers as the head of his dick presses between my cheeks. "Just tell me to stop and I will if you need me to. Relax, sweetheart, take a deep breath and relax." On my exhale he pushes the tip in, his low groan enough to relax me a bit more. "Holy fuck," he breathes into my hair as he presses in deeper so slowly it's almost torturous. When he's halfway in I cry out in pain, my body suddenly seizing when it figures out what's going on.
"Not like this!" I half cry, his body leaving mine immediately. When I turn to face him he's fisting his dick with one hand and gripping his hair with the other, concern etched on his face. The head of his penis is purple he's so turned on, the relief in his eyes evident when I get on my back and spread my legs. "Can we try it like this?"
Within seconds he's moving me around so that we line up better. He leans down, holds my face between his hands and kisses me so sweetly my heart melts.
"Are you sure you want to try again?"
"Yes," I moan when he squeezes my breast. I expect him to get right to it but instead he licks and sucks my nipples, his hot mouth closing over one while his fingers twist and pull on the other. I am out of my mind with lust for him. Out of my fucking mind with need for him.
"Ready?" he asks softly, his lips brushing over mine. I nod and relax the best I can as he seeks entrance again. When his mouth falls open and his eyes close in pleasure as he breaches me I find not only that this doesn't hurt but that I actually feel pleasure from this. "Oh god, Ana, you feel so good." His head falls to my shoulder and he stills so that I can acclimate around him.
After a few seconds his face lifts to mine and with absolute reverence he kisses me as if his life depends on it until I'm so lost in the kiss that I don't notice that he's pushed himself in all the way, his balls pressing against my cheeks.
"God I love you, baby." His words resonate with me and wash over me with each breath that falls on my face, each gentle kiss he presses against my mouth, each flex of his arms above me.
I have no idea what it is I'm saying, what it is I'm begging for, what it is that I want but this feels good and strange and wrong and so right all at once that I get kind of lost in the sensations he's creating by his small thrusts and the sweet words he whispers to me.
It all rolls into one gigantic sensation that picks me up and carries me away. Giving myself to him like this, at my most vulnerable both physically and emotionally is such an intense feeling that I could cry but don't, afraid that Christian will misinterpret my intense emotions for pain.
"Faster," I beg quietly, my head thrashing from side to side, my fingernails digging into the skin of his bicep.
"I can't," he pants, "I'll come and I don't want to yet. God, Ana, you're so beautiful. So amazingly beautiful when you give yourself to me like this. All of you, in every way," he thrusts and kisses me over and over, chanting my name in between each one. "I love you so much, Ana…so fucking much…love you…need you…" It's his turn to lose himself now, the profound passion of what we're sharing crashing over both of us.
He stands up, eyes locked on mine and continues with short, deep pushes and pulls and then, holy Christ, he starts to rub my clit with the pad of his thumb. It's too much for me to handle, my back arching, his free hand gripping my hip fiercely while he struggles to maintain his rhythm and his control.
"You've got to come, baby…I can't…fuck, Ana…I'm…can I come inside you?" he growls out, the chords of his neck straining along with his voice as he studies me, willing me to come. His thumb presses harder and moves faster, the familiar ache building in my womb mixing with the unfamiliar feeling between my legs. It's a heady mix and not one I can fight any longer.
"Yes! I'm coming, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop," I beg. His thumb presses down to draw out the pleasure as he fights his own orgasm but then he looks down and sees our joining and comes with a roar and a thrust so deep that it knocks the breath out of me.
His eyes roll back into his head, his hands squeezing my thighs as his entire body coils tight before snapping free. He grows thicker, the pain of his size bordering on unmanageable but then his mouth drops open and his head falls forward, a bead of sweat landing over my heart while he shivers and moans above me.
He collapses, still inside of me and kisses my collarbone and then my chin, his face falling back to my shoulder in exhaustion.
"Holy…that was…god damn woman!" I giggle, he winces and pulls out but doesn't move from me. For a few minutes we lay there in a tangled heap as self awareness begins creeping in. I let him fuck me…there. Does he think less of me? Is he grossed out? Was that slutty? Of course it was slutty! But I'm married, can you be slutty and married? "Stop over thinking it. I loved it, you loved it, it was awesome. The end." How does he always know?
"It's freaky that you can do that, you know." I shift a bit to get comfortable and if I'm honest, to cover myself up.
He grunts and rolls over so that he can look at my face. "I love you, Ana. Nothing we do should ever embarrass you. Do you know what a fucking thrill it is to be inside of you knowing that you're giving this to me? That in your entire life you probably never thought about doing that and yet you willingly gave that to me?" He tugs on his hair and rolls me on top of him. "Married, babe. Husband and wife. Lovers forever. No blushing, no worries, no second thoughts okay?"
"OK," I answer, resting my face against his sternum.
His fingers play with my hair, twirling it mindlessly while we lie there until he stands, picks me up and walks me to the bathroom. "Shower, drink, bed." We wash together, his eyes drifting to mine every minute or so when I still haven't spoken. I know I'm blushing but damn it, that was crazy! He laughs, rinses me off and dries my hair.
"Want to tell me what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" One brow pops up knowingly but I brush my teeth instead of giving him an answer, my eyes never leaving his. In bed he pulls me to his chest, our faces inches from each other and kisses my forehead with tenderness that belies the strong arms that circle me.
"I just…didn't think I'd like it and I'm confused because…"
"You did?"
"Yes, because I did. And I'm a bit thrown from that." He laughs and kisses my nose.
"Well I loved it and the fact that you enjoyed it," he takes a deep breath, "fucking makes my year. Now rest up, we've got the zip line course tomorrow and hell if I know how you managed to talk me into that bull shit."
"I believe it was the blow job in the Jacuzzi that sealed the deal on that." He winks and then closes his eyes for good.
"I can't help it, you give good head." And with that he falls asleep, the peaceful planes of his face that I've come to know so well softening into smooth lines as he relaxes and drifts off. I watch him for as long as I can stay awake, high on the fact that this man, though he may control my body in every way imaginable, is totally and solely mine.