He reaches for his zipper and my mouth goes dry as his
erection springs free.
He smirks “You like?” he whispers.
“Hmm,” I murmur appreciatively. He wraps his hand around himself and moves it
up and down… Oh my. I gaze up at him
through my lashes. Fuck, he’s so sexy.
“You’re biting your lip, Mrs. Grey.”
That’s because I’m hungry.”
“Hungry?” His mouth opens in surprise, and his eyes widen a
fraction.
“Hmm…” I agree and lick my lips.
He gives me a his enigmatic smile and bites his lower lip as
he continues to stroke himself. Why is the sight of my husband pleasuring
himself such a turn-on?
“I see. You should have eaten your dinner.” He tone is
mocking and censorious at once. “But maybe I can oblige.” He puts his hands on
my waist. “Stand,” he says softly, and I know what he’s going to do. I get to
my feet, my legs no longer shaking”
“Kneel.”
I do as I’m told and kneel down on the col tiled floor of
the bathroom. He slides forward on the seat of the chair.
“Kiss me,” he utters, holding his erection. I glance up at
him, and he runs his tongue over his top teeth. It’s arousing, very arousing,
to see his desire, his naked desire for me and my mouth. Leaning forward, my
eyes on his, I kiss the tip of his erection.
I watch him inhale sharply and clench his teeth. Christina cups the side of my head, and I run
my tongue over the tip, tasting the small bead of dew on the end. Hmm… he
tastes good. His mouth drops open farther as he gasps and I pounce, pulling him
into my mouth and sucking hard.
“Ah-“ the air hisses through his teetch, and he flexes his
hips forward, thrusting into my mouth. But I don’t stop. Sheathing my teeth
behind my lips, I push down and then pull up on him. He moves both hands so
that he fully cups my head, buring his finger into my hair and he slowly eases
himself in and out of my mouth, his breathing quickening, growing harsher. I
twirl my tongue around his tip and push down again in perfect counterpoint to
him.
“Jesus, Ana.” He sighes and screws his eyes shut tightly. He’s lost and it’s heady, his response to me.
Me. And very slowly I draw my lips
back, so it’s just my teeth.
“Ah!” Christian stops moving. Leaning forward he grabs me
and pulls me onto his lap.
“Enough!” he growls. Reach behind me, he frees my hands with
one tug on my panties. I flex my wrists and stare from under my lashes into
scorching eyes that gaze back at me with love and longing and lust. And I
realise it’s me that wants to fuck him seven shades of Sunday. I want him
badly. I want to watch him come apart
beneath me. I grab his erection and scoot over him. Placing my other hand on
his shoulder, very gently and slowly, I ease myself onto him. He makes a guttural, feral noise deep in his
throat and, reaching up, pulls off my blouse, letting it fall to the floor. His
hands move to my hips.
“Still,” he rasps, his hands digging into my flesh. “Please,
let me savor this. Savor you.”
I stop. Oh my… he
feels so good inside me. He caresses my face, his eyes wide and wild, his lips
parted as he breathes. He flexes beneath
me and I moan, closing my eyes.
“This is my favorite place,” he whispers. “Inside you.
Inside my wife.”
Oh fuck. Christian. I cannot hold back. My fingers glide into his
wet hair, my lips seek his, and I start to move. Up and down on my toes,
savoring him, savoring me. He groans loudly, and his hands are in my hair and
around my back, and his tongue invades my mouth greedily, taking all that I’m
willingly give. After all our arguing today, my frustration with him, his with me – we still have this. We will always have this. I love him so much,
and it’s almost overwhelming. His hands move to my backside and he controls me,
moving me up and down, again and again, at his pace – his hot, slick tempo.
“Ah,” I groan helplessly into his mouth as I’m carried away.
“Yes. Yes, Ana,” He hisses, and I rain kisses on his face,
his chin, his jaw, his neck. “Baby,” he breathes, capturing my mouth once more.
“Oh, Christian, I love you. I will always love you.” I’m
breathless, wanting him to know, wanting him to be sure of me after our battle
of wills today.
He moans loudly and wraps his arms around me tightly as he
climaxes with a mournful sob, and it’s enough – enough to push me over the
bring once more. I clutch my arms around his head and let go, and I come around
him, tears springing to my eyes because I love him so much.
“Shit! Christ!” Christina curses, and a dish clatters onto
the countertop.
Oh Fifty! “You okay?”
“Yes!” he snaps, his voice tight. A moment later, he’s
standing beside me once more.
“I just burned myself. Here.” He eases his index finger into
my mouth. “Maybe you could suck it better.”
“Oh.” Clasping his hand, I draw his finger slowly from my
mouth. “There, there,” I soothe, and leaning forward I blow, cooling his
finger, then kissing it gently twice. He stops breathing. I reinsert it into my
mouth and suck gently. He inhales sharply, and the sound travels straight to my
groin. He tastes as delicious as ever, and I realize that his is his game – the
slow sedecution of his wife. I thought he was mad, and now…? This man, my
husband, is so confusing. But this is how I like him. Playful. Fun. Sexy as
hell. He’s given me some answers but I’m greedy. I want more, but I want to
play, too. After the anxiety and tension of today, and the nightmare of last
night with Jack, this is welcome diversion.
“What are you thinking?” Christian murmurs, stopping my
thoughts in their tracks as he pulls his
finger out of my mouth.
“How mercurial you are.”
He stills beside me. “Fifty Shades, baby,” he says eventually
and plants a tender kiss at the corner of my mouth.
“My Fifty Shades,” I whisper. Grabbing his T-shirt, I pull
him back to me.
“Oh no you don’t, Mrs. Grey. No touching… not yet.” He takes
my hand, pries it off his T-shirt and kisses each finger in turn.
“Sit up,” he commands.
I pout.
“I will spank you if you pout. Now open wide.”
Oh shit. I open my mouth, and he pops in a forkful of spicy
hot lamb covered in a cool, minty, yougert sauce. Mmm. I chew.
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