Chapter 25: Home is in your arms
AKA: Life as a married couple
You are the end of my road.
After a lifetime of missed exits and wrong turns, you feel like I'm finally home.
One journey ends, and another begins with you.
"I have you all to myself now, Mrs Grey," I spoke as soon as Sawyer started the car. I took Anastasia's hand and kissed its back reverently.
"That you do, Mr Grey. I am all yours for the next two weeks… and beyond."
"I like the sound of that."
It had been a long and demanding day—as well as the best day of my life, of course—so we spent most of the car trip in comfortable silence. Anastasia had taken the middle seat, so we cuddled and exchanged a few kisses, which were not polite enough for company, nor too heated.
It felt like an eternity later that we reached the airport. I couldn't wait to remove Anastasia's dress and spend the whole plane trip locked in the bedroom with her. We made a quick job of getting into the plane and settling down in two comfortable seats towards the back of the jet, where we returned to cuddling. Sawyer and Ryan—who would be accompanying us on our honeymoon—sat at the very front.
"So… where are we going?" Anastasia asked me while we waited for permission to take off.
"London, baby," I revealed. Anastasia smiled and her eyes widened with excitement. "I'm no fool. I can't wait to show you the city of your dreams. We'll stay there for a week. Then, we'll be going to Paris, the city of love. And lastly Nice, in the south of France."
"Wow. I can't wait, handsome. Thank you!" Anastasia was practically vibrating with excitement. Suddenly, she reached up to kiss me. Her mouth devoured mine with passion and ardour. The plan better be taking off soon!
Indeed, just a minute later the pilot announced we were ready to leave. For once, Anastasia wasn't a ball of nerves as the plane abandoned the safe ground of Seattle and took off to the night sky.
The instant the pilot stated we were now able to walk around the plane, Anastasia and I were unbuckling our seatbelts and rushing towards the jet's bedroom.
I slowed down the instant I'd closed the door behind us. While I was desperate to feel Anastasia against me, I also wanted to saviour this moment—our first time making love as husband and wife.
I took my Goddess's head in my hands reverently and kissed her, trying to show her all the love and passion I felt for her.
"I love you, Mrs Grey," I whispered against her lips.
"I love you too, Mr Grey. Let me show you how much."
Her hands caressed my arms as they travelled towards my tie. I was glad I'd removed my vest and jacket during the first block of dancing and fewer layers of clothes separated us now. After taking off my silver tie, she made quick work of my cufflinks, which Anastasia herself had gifted me for the occasion: they were monogrammed with my initials. She bumbled through undoing the buttons of my shirt, but I waited patiently as she completed the task and then removed the white garment.
She reached for my trousers, but I stopped her. "It's my turn now, Mrs Grey. You're wearing too many clothes."
I reached behind her to unzip her blue dress and she then lifted her arms so I could take off her clothes. Underneath, she was wearing the promised sheer white bra and panties, both sinful and angelic. Embroidery barely covered her pussy and her nipples.
On her upper thigh, I caught sight of a blue garter. I wanted to remove it with my teeth.
"You are a vision, baby. So gorgeous," I mumbled as my hands caressed the soft skin of her waist and hips. "I'm the luckiest bastard alive." No words could describe how beautiful she was to me, and how fortunate I felt not only to have her in my life but also to be able to call her my wife. I was overwhelmed.
She gifted me one of her shy smiles and said, "You're about to get even luckier, Mr Grey."
She then reached down to unzip my slacks. I heard two slapping sounds that turned out to be Anastasia kicking away her sandals. She then knelt in front of me and did quick work of my shoes, socks, and slacks. My dick was already rock hard and standing for attention under my boxers.
"Come back up here, baby," I asked. I needed to feel her naked skin against mine.
Anastasia stood up. I hugged her close and kissed her fervently. One of her hands buried itself in my hair and held me close, while the other caressed my naked back. I had never thought I would be able to be with a woman like this, accepting her touch and her unconditional love.
While we kissed, I undid the clasp of her bra expertly. Anastasia freed her arms so I could remove her bra, and then her hands returned to my lower back, from where she sneaked into the back of my boxers and squeezed my butt before removing my last piece of clothes.
"Sit on the bed, beautiful," I instructed. She complied with a confused frown on her pretty face.
I knelt in front of her and caressed her legs, starting from her knees and up her thighs. My right hand stopped once it reached her blue garter. While we'd both agreed we were uncomfortable with the tradition of removing the bride's garter during the wedding, we were now alone, and I did want to remove her garter with my teeth.
I started by kissing her left knee. My lips travelled upwards and didn't stop until finding the garter. I grabbed it with my teeth and pulled gently, not wanting to break the blue lace. Slowly, teasing us both, I slid the garter down Anastasia's leg with a satisfied grin as I look into her darkened eyes. She looked as if she wanted to jump me.
Once I'd removed the garter, I took off her bridal panties, and we were both finally naked and overwhelmed with desire. I guided her to lie down fully on the bed and I climbed up on top of her. Holding my weight in my arms, I kissed the soft skin behind her left ear, and then down her neck and across her clavicle. I completed the cycle, travelling up the right side of her neck.
"Christian, handsome, I'm ready," whined Anastasia as she sighed in pleasure. Of that, I had no doubt.
"I want to take my time with you, baby," I whispered against her ear huskily, knowing it dove her insane. "I want to explore you. And I want you writhing underneath me."
"I already am," she moaned and indeed squirmed under me, rubbing her legs against my dick.
I wasn't deterred though and took my time as I licked a path down her ear and towards her breast. I kissed the skin around her right nipple before taking it into my mouth. My right hand reached up towards her free nipple. Anastasia's fingers buried themselves in my hair as she held me against her breast.
After another minute, I switched breasts. As my lips played with her left nipple, one of my arms worked on holding my weight, and my free hand travelled south, but instead of going for the prize, I caressed Anastasia's thigh. I could feel her shift under me and open her legs invitingly. Furthermore, one of her hands abandoned my hair and found its way to her neglected breast.
"That's it, baby," I encouraged her.
Both as a reward and because her actions were turning me on fire, my hand travelled from her thigh to her warm, wet pussy. I caressed her from the outside before parting her lips. She was drenched for me and engorged with need. I teased her, caressing the inside of her lips but dodging her clit.
"Christian," she begged with a moan. How could I say no to Mrs Grey? I pressed her clit with my thumb and began tracing small circles on it. With my index finger, I caressed her entrance.
"I need you inside me, Christian. Please!"
Unable to take it anymore, and knowing we were both so wild with need our orgasms would be spectacular, I finally complied with her wishes. I rearranged myself on top of her so my hard dick was pressed against her pussy, and my arms were on either side of her, holding my weight.
"Hold my hands, love," I whispered. I wanted to make love to her like it was proper. Her hands reached up towards where mine were and our fingers intertwined. I loved feeling her engagement and wedding rings between my fingers.
I kissed her hard, with love and desire. When I pulled up for air, I looked into her eyes and said, "I love you, my Anastasia, and I will love you for the rest of my existence."
Her eyes filled with tears.
"I love you, too, Christian. More than I thought was possible. And I always will."
I slid inside her then, and I was home. I made love to her slowly, using my body to show her how much I cherished and adored her. I kissed her all over her face reverently. As the minutes went on, I began increasing the pace. Lost in passion, one of Anastasia's legs got entangled with mine, and the other bent and rose until her foot was pressed against my butt, urging me to go deeper and faster.
We reached the peak soon afterwards and came together, staring into our eyes and whispering each other's names. Anastasia's eyes were glistening with tears and full of love.
This had been much different than every other time we'd fucked or even made love to each other, and not just because we were flying at twelve thousand meters above the ground. This was indeed much different from the time we had fucked each other like rabbits when flying to the east coast—not to mention two weeks ago when we had not been able to fuck each other as we had company in the jet. That reminded me Anastasia had promised to share what she and Kate had been up to in this very room once she knew where I was taking her for our honeymoon.
"I love you," Anastasia whispered against my neck after having caught her breath.
"And I love you. I've been dying to ask… What did you and Kate do here during our trip back from Aspen?"
She laughed against my skin and then rose her face to look at me with an amused smirk.
"I promised to show you tomorrow night."
That sounded promising, even if I had been expecting more details after having revealed to her our exact destination.
We arrived in London several hours later. We'd made loved and fucked through most of the flight, so despite the comforts of my private plane, we weren't well rested when we landed. On the positive side, it meant we would be able to go to bed at a time that was unreasonably early for Seattle but perfectly fine for Europe, thus allowing us to adapt to the new time zone easily.
We took a small tour around London by car before driving to the hotel. Per my instructions, Andrea had reserved for us a suite at the Four Seasons, with views to both Park Lane and Hyde Park. The bedroom was large and decorated with warm shades of light brown. The suit also had a pleasant living room and dining room in matching colours. Furthermore, there was a terrace facing the hotel's private garden. It held a table, and Anastasia expressed her desire to eat breakfast there, under the warmth of the morning sun.
We were tired but excited to be on our honeymoon, so after showering—we were starting to feel gross after the agitated day of the wedding, followed by hours of sex in the plane—we decided to go for a walk in Hyde Park. We returned a bit over an hour later, happy but drowsy.
"I have a surprise for you," stated Anastasia as soon as we walked into the room. Was it related to what she and Kate had been doing in the jet last week? "Put on your pyjama pants and then wait for me in the living room."
She sounded like me, ordering her to put on her panties and wait in the playroom.
"So bossy, Mrs Grey."
Excited about the surprise, I did as Anastasia asked, quickly removing my clothes and putting on a pair of black pyjama pants. I stepped out of the bedroom and Anastasia closed the door behind me, albeit not completely: she left it ajar, and I couldn't see what she was doing in there, but I could hear her. It seemed she was rummaging through the closet and the bag, and possibly changing clothes herself. After ten minutes or so, she called out my name and I eagerly rushed towards the bedroom, making Anastasia giggle.
She was standing next to the door, wearing a sexy white nightgown. She was a vision.
"My wife is the most beautiful creature on earth," I declared with conviction.
She blushed and said, "And my husband is the hottest," as she stared at my naked chest.
I noticed some soft relaxing music playing in the background. Furthermore, Anastasia had turned down the bed and spread a couple of towers on top of the sheets.
"What's all this for?" I asked.
"I want to give you a massage," she answered shyly.
"A massage?" was all I could say. It was not what I'd been expecting. Why a massage?
"Yes. I gathered you never had one," she explained. Naturally, she was right. She offered me a hand from where she was standing, silently asking me to approach her. I stepped towards her and the bed as she continued, "Your back must be in dire need of one. Let me take care of you." She pecked my lips. How could I say no to that? "Lay down on the bed, on your front."
"You are amazing," I whispered against her lips. She was so thoughtful.
I kissed her softly and slowly as my hands rested on her hips, on top of the silky nighty.
Once I had to pull back for air, I stepped away from her and climbed into the bed, lying down on my front.
Anastasia climbed up behind me and sat on top of my butt, unexpectedly. She then grabbed something from the bedside table I hadn't seen before—a bottle of oil, I realized after she'd placed it back. After a few seconds, she began caressing my back. Her touch was warm and soft, as well as firm. I relaxed immediately under her caring touch and enjoyed this non-sexual physical closeness. Her hands grew firmer with time, adding pressure gradually after asking me to tell her if it hurt. Her hands were firm but the stain against my tense muscles felt amazing. I practically melted under her as she worked on my knots.
I was neither awake nor asleep when Anastasia stood up again. I tried to get my bearings back while she stepped into the bathroom to wash her hands. Watching her return to the bedroom with a warm satisfied smile and that sexy white nightgown helped to awaken me. I was very thorough in showing her my appreciation for her taking care of me.
As usual, it was raining in Seattle when we arrived back home. It was bittersweet.
On one hand, I wished we were still on our honeymoon. We had greatly enjoyed our time together alone, rarely spending a minute apart. I had had to take an hour or so every night before bed to check into GEH, but Ros had been able to manage everything outstandingly, and no emergencies had occurred.
We had fucked like rabbits and made loved daily, and it was gratifying to show Anastasia around London and Paris. Apart from visiting the typical touristic places—Big Ben, Buckingham Palace, the Tower of London, Hyde Park, Piccadilly Circus and Trafalgar Square in London, and the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, Notre-Dame, the Arc de Triomphe and the Luxembourg Gardens in Paris—I also took Anastasia to places I knew she'd love, such as the British Library, Sherlock Holmes Museum, Platform 9 in King's Cross Station, The Garden Squares of Bloomsbury, Shakespeare's Globe, and the Warner Bros. Studio Tour in England. After a dozen busy days, we spent the last few days of our honeymoon relaxing on a catamaran anchored by Nice's beach in the south of France.
On the other hand, Elliot and his team had nearly finalised the reconstruction of our new home, and it was ready for us to move in. I was looking forwards to starting my life with Anastasia as my wife in a home we'd made together. I wanted to settle in there with her. I wanted to make new memories. And I wanted to christen every room.
All the wooden floors had already been replaced, the walls had been painted, the windows had been replaced with bulletproof glass as a precaution, and most bathrooms—except for the ones on the upper floor—had been remodelled.
I opened the front door, excited to look at the final product. I picked up Anastasia before she could walk in and she screeched in surprise. She giggled as I carried her over the threshold, and I took it as a good sign of things to come. The living room looked just as we'd envisioned it if not better, with cream-coloured walls and new light blue loveseats and sofas.
"Wow. They did an impressive job. It's amazing!" spoke Anastasia from my arms.
"It is," I agreed as I placed her carefully on the new wooden floor.
"Welcome home, Mr and Mrs Grey," Gail greeted us, and I noticed her standing next to Taylor under the kitchen doorway.
"Thank you."
"Thank you, Gail. Taylor." I answered with a smile and a nod. "Ana and I will take a look around the house before lunch."
"Of course. The food will be ready soon."
Our offices and the library looked perfect. My furniture from my studio at Escala had been moved here, as it was still in excellent condition. In the library, there were half-full new white bookcases—I was sure Anastasia would fill them through the years—, a table and a couch. For Anastasia's study, I had insisted on new furniture, and now she had a new sturdy white desk and a comfortable chair, as well as the light blue loveseat and white fluffy rug I had bought for her when she'd moved to Escala. The built-in bookcases had been painted white to match the rest of the furniture, and on the windows—which faced the backyard—light blue curtains had been placed.
On the other side of the house, facing the front yard, the dining room had been furnished with a long glass table that sat a dozen people, plus beige chairs and a bar. The room next door had been turned into the 'balls room,'—as Elliot liked calling it—with my old billiard table and a refurbished larger bar.
As we'd be eating in the kitchen soon, we left the room for the end of the tour. Plus, it had already been refurbished before our wedding. We climbed up the brand-new stairs and opened the door to our new bedroom by our right. The walls were light blue. The bed was new and made of grey wood; it matched the bedside tables, the chest of drawers, the entrance table, and the vanity table I'd decided to surprise Anastasia with. On top of the bed, there was a new blue quilt that matched the new sofas and curtains.
The bed had been placed facing the backyard and Washington Lake behind it. The view was awe-inspiring. There was the backyard in which we'd got married, and in which we would create thousands of new memories. How many afternoons would we spend there, basking under the sun? Would we adopt a dog or two and play with them there? Would we have children running around the green grass someday? Would our wedding be the first party we'd throw here of many to come?
Across the floor, above the dining room, the family room had been furnished with light grey cosy couches. The TV had been placed on the wall, between the two doors that led to the gym and the music room. On the opposite wall, there were tables for playing board and card games.
The last floor reminded empty; the wooden floor was new and the walls were white and clean. We were planning on turning them into guest rooms after the bathrooms had been updated.
Finally, we returned downstairs and walked hand in hand towards the kitchen. It was state-of-the-art and bursting with stainless steel appliances. It was larger and homelier than the kitchen at Escala, decorated with warmer sand and brown colours.
Gail served us lunch, which for us felt more like an early dinner. She disappeared through the side door that led to the garage and guest apartment, where she and Taylor were now living. There was even an extra bedroom for Sophie, Taylor's daughter.
Through lunch, we went over our plans for the following week. The next day—Sunday—we'd have lunch at my parent's house. Then, on Monday and Tuesday, we wished to finish setting up our new playroom, although there was a high chance we would be exhausted after returning to our usual work routine and Washington's time zone. The furniture had already been delivered by our CPOs and left in the playroom, but for everyone's comfort, it would be Anastasia and I the ones arranging the furniture and putting away our toys. On Wednesday, Anastasia had an appointment with her new Ob-Gyn—the best money could buy—and afterwards, we would be going out for dinner, to reflect on the routine we'd developed before Anastasia had moved in with me. On Thursday, I had an appointment with Flynn, and Anastasia was considering going out with the girls. Finally, on Friday, we'd have a quiet night in and rest from what promised to be a tiring week. We'd relax or finalise arranging our new Playroom on Saturday. Next Sunday, instead of meeting my family, Kate and Ethan at my parent's house, we'd be holding our first lunch in our new home. We were excited to give them a tour of our new house and show them the place in which we would be spending the rest of our lives.
Anastasia wanted to go to bed after lunch, as her inner clock was telling her it was later than what her watch suggested, and she was tired from the trip, but I convinced her we needed to remain active so we could get rid of the jet lag as quickly as possible. Therefore, we went for a walk around our new neighbourhood, Denny-Blaine. It was one of the safest areas in Seattle, but the media was still raving about us and our wedding, so Reynolds accompanied us.
Denny-Blaine was beautiful and green. There was short grass, colourful shrubs, and lush trees everywhere. Children could be heard laughing and running inside their homes. We crossed paths with a few teenagers riding their bikes and adults walking their dogs.
Half an hour later, we were on our way back home. We made some coffee to help keep us awake and took it upstairs to the family room, where we watched some TV. The couch was so comfortable we nearly fell asleep. Therefore, we moved to the pool's enclosure, where we placed our feet on the heated water. We had a charming view of the lake and the boats passing by. I was looking forwards to sailing my ship on Washington Lake. The logistics were a nightmare, but soon The Grace would be docked on our pier at home.
Anastasia moaned and rested her head on my shoulder.
"What if we take a nap? I'm getting tired," she whined.
"Why don't we take a look at our new Red Room of Pleasure?" I proposed, wiggling my eyebrows at her. That was surely going to keep us active and entertained. She laughed. "Maybe we can choose a place for the furniture and start unpacking the toys."
Our CPOs had taken care of moving the new and old furniture to the basement. While we had bought plenty of new things, we were keeping the old bed, drawer, table and sofa. I'd wanted to buy new things for Anastasia, but she'd insisted she liked the antique Victorian furniture—and I couldn't blame her. She had agreed to a new mattress.
The boxes containing our toys had also been moved into our new house by our CPOs, as we hadn't wanted the moving company to handle those boxes, just in case. Furthermore, Reynolds had pained the playroom's walls burgundy—for a nice sum of money—and he and Taylor had been able to install a mirror on the roof. I was excited to surprise Anastasia with that detail.
Luckily, she readily agreed to my suggestion. We dried our feet and returned inside the house. I grabbed the new playroom's keys from my new home office, and then we climbed the stairs down to the basement. We disregarded the doors leading to the small bathroom, laundry room and storage room and went straight for the playroom.
"I've got a surprise for you. Close your eyes," I said.
Anastasia complied immediately. I unlocked the door, took her hand, and led her in. I looked up to make sure the mirror was indeed in place. Furthermore, I took quick notice of the furniture: the bed was against the wall in front of us, with a new mattress on top. To our left were the new unassembled St Andrew's cross and sex swing, and the new spanking bench. To our right, there were the old couch, the chest of drawers, and the boxes containing our toys and new bedclothes.
I guided Anastasia a few steps into the room and encouraged her to take a look.
She looked around the room, not finding the surprise. I watched her as she took a look around the disarranged playroom—our new Red Room of Pleasure—with darkening eyes. After looking left and right, she frowned in confusion, probably at the lack of visible surprises.
"Look up," I told her with a smirk, awaiting her reaction.
"Oh my!" she exclaimed blushing furiously and giggling with embarrassment, most definitely recalling that day at Escala she'd suggested this very same addition to the playroom. "There's a mirror on the ceiling," she pointed out the obvious in shock.
"I aim to please, Mrs Grey."
She bit her lip.
I should have brought her here sooner today. We wouldn't have had to fight away the fatigue. We would have been too busy with each other.
"I take it you like it."
"Uh-huh."
"Cat's got your tongue, Mrs Grey?"
She practically meowed in agreement and I chuckled at my Kitty.
"If you're a good girl and help me put away our toys," I proposed while I wrapped my arms around her waist from behind her, whispering against her ear just like she liked it, "I'll take you on that bed today, under our reflection, as hard and fast as you want." Everything else, such as the assembling of the new furniture, could wait for Monday.
"Alright," she squeaked. "Let's get our hands dirty."
Back at Escala, I'd put away the toys from each drawer in separate boxes and labelled them accordingly, so it was easy to know where everything should go. Anastasia and I had also individually packed every toy in transparent bags suitable for food, so they would remain clean during the trip. We began removing the toys from each bag, but when it came to placing them not only in the corresponding drawers, but also in their right place, Anastasia didn't comprehend my system. Soon we decided it'd be faster if I took care of the chest of drawers by myself while she did something else. Anastasia first made the bed, using the new waterproof mattress protector and red fitted bedsheets. I was so focused I didn't hear her leave, but I did catch her returning with cleaning products in her hands. She finished scrubbing the table, couch and spanking bench just as I put away the last toys.
By then, I was horny from handling all our toys, and Anastasia looked like the Goddess was ready to come out and play. I opened the last drawer and took out my old washed-out denim.
"Why don't you go, get ready, Kitty?" I suggested as I closed the drawer.
She bit her lip and nodded at me with hooded eyes before rushing out of the playroom and up the stairs. I changed clothes quickly, threw my dirty clothes in the laundry room—which was also in the basement— and then went to the small bathroom on the same floor. I waited there so that the playroom would be empty when Anastasia returned.
A minute later, I heard her soft footsteps coming down the stairs and then the playroom door closing. I gave her another minute to get ready, while I remembered our first time fucking in Escala. I had been nervous and agitated back then. Now, I knew sex with each other would always be special. I didn't feel any pressure, just excitement—and a carnal need for my wife.
I went to the playroom then. Anastasia was kneeling on the floor wearing only her panties; her hair was braided.
I stood in front of her and contemplated her body for a few seconds. I couldn't believe she was mine. Only five months ago she was still living in Vancouver; we were about to end our first contract and she had already refused my proposal regarding her signing my standard contract. She hadn't wanted to continue our arrangement back then, and now we were married—committed to each other for eternity.
I was lucky to have found her, a needle in the haystack. I'd been looking for my next sub—complacent and kinky—and instead I'd found a strong stubborn woman that would later become my wife.
"You look so gorgeous, Anastasia Rose Grey Steele," I spoke reverently. "You look lovely like this, a siren wearing kitten's clothes, relishing your control to me—and only me—for an hour or two." I was such a lucky bastard. "Stand up, baby."
I offered her my hand and she took it. Her eyes stayed down, but rather than looking at the floor like a good girl, her eyes were staring at the area of my jean's zipper and undone button.
I took a spin around her, savouring her body.
She was wearing hot pink panties. Were those words written on her butt? I chuckled when I confirmed that was the case: the words 'It's not going to SPANK itself' were written on the back of her panties.
"So you need a spanking, Kitty? Have you been a bad girl?"
"No, Sir… But I could be," she proposed.
"Really? What would you do?" I asked her as I pressed my body against her back.
"Mmm… I could roll my eyes?" She suggested first, followed by, "I could take a nap."
"A nap?" I chuckled. That was the worst she could get up to?
"Yes. Ruin my sleeping schedule."
"You're such a rebel," I agreed playfully. "Maybe we should christen that spanking bench."
I hooked my fingers on both sides of the hot pink panties and slid them down.
I guided her to our new spanking bench and instructed her to climb up. After helping her, I restrained her ankles. I then caressed the soft skin of her butt with one hand, and the back of her neck with the other.
"I'm going to spank you ten times, and I want you to count."
This was not a punishment spanking, but one merely for our pleasure, so I didn't exert much force in each smack. I took turns spanking each cheek and the bottom of her outer lips, watching as her skin reddened and her pussy got wetter.
"Ten," finally counted Anastasia. "Mmm… Thank you, sir."
I helped her climb down from the bench then, and told her to lay down on our new mattress, spread-eagled. I then tied her ankles to the lower corners of the bed, but let her arms free, instructing her to just leave her hands above her head. I wanted to feel her hands against my skin later.
I knelt between her spread-open legs and began worshipping her legs. I took my time kissing every centimetre of her soft strong legs. This was our first time having sex in our new playroom, in our new home, but also our first scene in the playroom as husband and wife, and I would be showing Anastasia how much I appreciated her. My lips found a particularly soft spot on her inner thigh and I spent an extra few seconds sucking on it.
I travelled north, circumventing her pussy and going instead for her belly, and then her breasts. Such lovely breasts. I kissed around her pink skin before kissing and then gently biting her nipple. Anastasia hissed, not with pleasure but pain, and pulled away from me.
"Sorry," I whispered as I rose my head. I'd meant to be tender. "Are you alright?"
"Yesss. Just don't do that again, please, Sir."
I hummed in agreement. Maybe her period was closed and her breasts were tender. Therefore, I continued my trip south, through her sternum, up her neck, and to her ear. I rearranged myself on top of her and pressed my dick against her pussy.
"Touch me, Kitty," I asked, whispering in her ear before sliding myself home.
Her fingers wrapped themselves in my hair as I thrust into her. I went slowly at first, but then I picked up the speed, fucking her hard.
I was holding my weight in my arms and looking at her face when she opened her eyes. My head was not directly on top of hers, so she had a perfect view of the mirror above us. She gasped with parted lips and stared at our reflection with dark eyes. Her hands caressed my back as she watched us through the mirror.
After a minute or two, I asked her, "Are you looking at us, Kitty? Are you watching me fuck you in the mirror?"
"Ungh… Yesss," she hissed.
"Tell me."
"So hot. So handsome. Please, Sir. I need to come. Fuck!" I loved it when she was so turned on she would talk about sex.
"Scream my name, love. I want to hear you."
"Christian!" she shouted an instant later and we both came together.
I collapsed, trying to place most of my weight next to her.
"Wow," muttered Anastasia after a couple of minutes.
I chuckled and managed to raise, kneeling with my legs on either side of her. I looked up at the mirror and met her eyes in our reflection.
The view of myself straddling her… our skin flushed and sweaty from sex…
I wanted to be the one to see our reflection as we fucked.
"You look exquisite. I never thought I wouldn't want to be on top while in the playroom, Mrs Grey, but you're one of a kind. I want to see you fuck me in that mirror. You have such a wicked dirty mind, Kitty."
She hummed and proposed. "Maybe tomorrow. I'm beat. Can we take a nap now?"
"No naps. Up you go! We have time for a bath before dinner."
Anastasia put on her red satin robe she'd hung at the back of the playroom's door and we dragged our feet upstairs.
I ran us a warm bath. The water was so pleasantly warm that I was considering wavering on my insistence to force ourselves into the Pacific Time Zone. Anastasia seemed about to nod off, so I insisted we got out of the bath. Luckily, Gail was almost ready with dinner once we walked downstairs.
After dinner—mac and cheese—Anastasia insisted she was exhausted and it was time we went to bed, even if it was barely past eight p.m. I resisted a bit for the sake of it and then allowed my wife to drag me upstairs and into our new bed. I wished I had the energy left to make love to her on our first night in our new room, but the instant our heads hit our pillows, we were dead to the world. We then proceeded to sleep for ten uninterrupted hours. I woke up at six, barely recalling a series of blurry dreams that'd taken place in our home and had me jumping out of bed in a pleasant mood.
Anastasia still wasn't feeling herself, though, so we skipped our morning run. After breakfast, it was time for us to return to the real world. I had emails to check before Monday, among other job-related activities. Anastasia also had to finish editing a book—a Pride and Prejudice continuation she had been pretty excited about, and which she'd been working on during our honeymoon in those hours I'd had work to do myself—so we both went to our own offices. It was strange for me, the change of scenery. I was used to my studio at Escala; in my new home, I had the same furniture, but in a different arrangement, in a different room with different walls. The view was also different—while both in Escala and GEH I'd worked on the upper floor of a building set in the heart of a bursting city, here I was on the ground floor in a house in the suburbs. The windows provided me with a view of the front yard, with a beautiful green albeit static view, so it wasn't distracting.
A few hours later, we left for my parent home for lunch. It was the usual loud affair. Everyone was excited to see us—a sentiment I wasn't quite used to—and wanted to hear about our honeymoon. From Carrick's computer, we showed them the pictures that I'd saved in my cloud. We displayed our tour in London and Paris and then showed them the few selfies we had taken in Nice.
"Married life suits you," my mother told me later as she kissed me goodbye.
It did, indeed. Who would have thought?
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