And So I Ran - Complete

Chapter 63

As soon as we leveled off, Christian took me back into the bedroom. I expected him to throw himself at me, but instead, he helped me out of the lace coat of my dress, dropping tender kisses on the back of my neck as he sat me down on the edge of the bed, starting to pull the many bobby pins out of my hair.

"Ugh! That feels good," I moaned as Franco's fancy updo was slowly deconstructed by my husband's dexterous fingers.

"You looked breathtakingly beautiful, tonight," Christian praised me. "But now I want you al naturale."

Once my hair was loose, Christian helped me up, undoing the zip at the back of my dress. I lowered the gown slowly, stepping out of it. I was wearing an Agent Provocateur corselet in white satin complete with a white satin thong, suspenders, and nude stockings. Christian growled possessively as soon as he saw me.

"That fucker José saw you dressed like that?!" he all but shouted.

"I had a robe on," I reassured him. "No man sees me like this but you."

"Damn right," he snapped, running his eyes and then his hands along the outline of my body. I looked down, noticing his hands resting on the swell of our baby on my abdomen. It hadn't been noticeable in my dress, but I was starting to get an unmistakable baby bump. "I want to see you naked, Mrs. Grey," Christian crooned in my ear as he started undoing the hooks and eyes at the back of the corselet one by one. I helped by releasing the clips on my stockings. Undoing the last clasp, the lingerie fell away from my body, leaving me naked other than my hosiery. I moved up on the bed, my eyes trained on his as I sensually removed the delicate silk sheers, making an erotic show of it.

Meanwhile Christian had shrugged off his jacket, loosening his tie and then taking it off altogether. Button by button, he undid his dress shirt, working by feel as he was busy watching me. His shirt shucked to one side, Christian made short work of his pants, and soon we were on the bed naked.

"It's cold in here," I shivered, the cool air causing my skin to tighten and my nipples pebble.

"I'll keep you warm," Christian promised, nonetheless pulling back the bedclothes so we could cuddle beneath them. "I want to make love to you, Mrs. Grey."

Cuddled under the covers together, I relaxed as Christian ran his hands over my curves. His hands kept straying to my belly, and I knew it was fascinating him now my shape was changing.

"It's alright," I explained gently. "We don't have to change anything, yet."

"I don't want to hurt either of you," Christian explained, seemingly relieved that I'd raised the issue.

"We're ok, for now. You don't have to be gentle with me, just be careful not to lean on my bump. In months to come, it will be easier from behind or me on top. I'll let you know," I promised.

Christian nodded almost shyly, then we started kissing. Sweet, loving pecks that turned into open-mouthed kisses. We were lying facing one another as I hitched my leg over Christian's hip, bringing my opening tantalizingly close to Christian's thick cock.

"I've dreamed of this ever since I asked you to be mine," Christian admitted, pulling me hard against him before rolling me onto my back. Propping himself up on an elbow, he ran his fingertips the length of my slit. "Always so ready," he said approvingly, hovering over me before sinking his shaft into me with one firm, determined thrust.

"Christian!" I moaned, grabbing his hair and pulling his mouth to mine.

"Easy, baby," he replied, pulling back with a devilish grin. "We have hours..."