50 Shades Deeper

The Second First Time

((I recommend listening to the song "If I Could Fly" at some point after reading this chapter. Listen to the lyrics because it so goes with this chapter. I hope you enjoy!!!!))

His gray gaze is intense. He stands helping me to my feet and wasting no time in pulling me along behind him into the bedroom. This place hasn't changed since the first-first time. He closes the door softly before plastering his body to mine, our lips moving together, the atmosphere shifting.

I flush... oh my... wishes do come true.

"Christian, are you sure?" I ask, pulling away. As usual he leaves me breathless. His hands lace with mine and pull them above my head, trapping me. No touching.

"These last few weeks have been hell. I don't know who I am, what I need, or what I want. But today, with you...I know I want you. I've wanted you since you fell into my office. Please, Anastasia," He runs his nose along the length of mine. "Say you want this too." He gazes down at me.

"I want this." God, I've wanted this for what seems like a long time now.

"What have you done to me?" He smirks before continuing his invasion. I'm unable to move, to
get any friction between the two of us.

His motions start to slow, and deepen, suddenly becoming more meaningful. He kisses my lips gently, and sucks at my lower lip.

"Even if you are only mine for the night, I'll cherish every moment I can." he murmurs against my mouth. Oh, Christian, don't say that. I vowed long ago to be yours forever and always.

This is it. Finally, after all this time, all this longing to have my husband back in my arms, he is. He is mine and I am his.

Christian pulls back long enough to kick his socks and shoes off and unclasp his watch. I don't go to strip anything off myself, knowing he usually likes to do it for me. Only if he asks, will I oblige. He's dressed in a thin, white, v-neck sweater.

Holy hell, has my husband always been this beautiful?

Turning, his hands find my body again and he gazes at me, his expression soft.

"Take this slow?" his breath fans across my face and I breath him in.

"Yes." With no further words, he picks me up, making me wrap my legs around his waist and he starts walking us towards the bed.

When he gets to the bed, I slide down his body until my feet hit the floor, and his hands don't leave me for a second. My hands rest on his arms not knowing exactly where his lines are now.

He doesn't seem to mind. When he does pull away he looks me in the eye, with a smoldering glint, he drops to his knees. Fuck.

He looks up at me. Confident, sexy, eyes blazing, and my heart begins to pound.

"May I?" He tugs at the bottom of my dress.

"Please?" He smirks and I close my eyes, feeling his fingers work against my skin.

"You're beautiful." he says softly, before his hot lips are planted right above my knee and a fire ignites. My breath hitches.

Every muscle in my body, having yearned for his touch for so long, clench.

As his hands push my dress up, his lips leave a burning sensation. Visions of my first time in this room play like a vintage film in my mind. Every touch, every kiss, all the feelings and emotions, everything is repeating itself.

"Oh, Ana," he breathes. "You have the most beautiful skin, pale and flawless." Glad his opinion of me hasn't changed.

By now his hands and lips are skimming across my gray lance panties. I open my eyes, needing to see him. I've been deprived of this beautiful man for too long. He looks up and smirks again, before kissing across my pelvic bone. I bite my lip.

"I've had enough of this." He murmurs, standing to his feet and peeling the rest of the dress gracefully from my body, tossing it to the side. He is still fully clothed. I grab the hem of his shirt and meet his gaze.

"May I?" His body tenses and seems to be having one of those internal conversations with himself. I don't want to interrupt the voices, maybe they are on my side. He looks me in the eyes again and he relaxes.

"Be my guest." Really?! He didn't have to say another word. Immediately, I peel off his shirt, making sure to not touch his skin, no matter how much I want to. It's obvious he isn't there yet...again. He holds his arms up to help me remove his shirt, and then I toss it on top of my dress.

Now that I'm only in my bra and panties and he is still wearing his pants, Christian pulls me flush against him, his arms enclosing me. I test his limits and wrap my arms around his neck, my fingers weaving through his hair.

He moans.

To think that at one point in time no guy gave me a second glance, well except for one, and that Christian and me met because Kate was sick. That, Christian wanted the whole whips, canes, and punishment relationship with me. That he thought he would never be capable of love, and that he never wanted to be touched.

Christian's body tenses, then everything happens in a flash. His eyes spring open and his hand wraps around my wrist.

My hand is flat against his chest.

Shit.

He pulls away from me, his expression cloudy, but I think I see anger. Double shit.

What have I done? He could easily throw me out, never speak to me again, and then...my biggest fears would become reality; I'd lose him forever.

Christian doesn't speak. He doesn't move. His massive hand doesn't move from my wrist, his body stock still, but I can feel his heart racing under my palm. His brows are drawn together, and his eyes are casted down at our connection over his heart.

Should I apologize, be the first one to speak?

Time ticks by, but we don't move. Everything seems to stand still in this moment. He hasn't pushed me away yet.

Yet.

Our foreheads are still pressed together, only moonlight is able to slither between us. I can feel his heart slowing, that is until it speeds up once again.

"Christian?" I ask, softly. Slowly, extremely slowly, he looks up and our eyes meet. He is still unreadable.

"Ana?" He questions. Before I have the chance to say another word, his mouth is on mine, the mood has dramatically shifted. His intentions seem different, his hands no longer searching.

I try to pull away, to look at him but he doesn't a low any distance to come between us. He takes a few steps, forcing me back wards before we both tumble back on the bed.

"Christian? What-?" He grabs my face.

"Ana." He kisses me hard. "Oh, my Ana." With the words that come broken from his lips and the tone of his voice. I can tell.

My Christian has come back to me.

I can't hold back the tears anymore.

"Christian?" I break. He buries his face in my neck, arms force themselves around my waist, and I trap him with my legs. "You remember?"

"Oh my God, Ana." Once again his lips are on mine and his hands taking in my body, seeming to make up for lost time. Our hearts start beating as one again.

"I can't believe.... What happened-" He says between kisses, and before hot tears stream down his cheeks, raining down on my chest. My own join his.

"Oh Christian." Is all I can manage, wrapping my arms around him, and holding him as tight as I possibly can. I've missed the feeling of him in my arms. He doesn't say another word, but wraps himself around me like I'm his life saver.

I close my eyes and pray this isn't a dream.

((AHHHH! WHAT DO YOU THINK?! Sorry it's so short, but you have to admit, we both wanted it to happen soon, so I sped up the process. The next few Chapters will be shorter as well, I'll make up for it later though. I promise. I have so many stories going on right now!

So once again, your thoughts?))