Fifty Shades

6

I snake my hands around his neck and look up into his stone cold grey eyes. "I love you Christian, and so does Elliot, your sister, and your mom and dad" he takes my hands and place them at my side not allowing me to touch him. "You're worthy." I whisper.

"Let's go to bed Anastasia" He murmurs as he walks back to the bed. Why can't this man see that he's of consequence. That he's cherished and god if anything should ever happen to him my heart would break into a million pieces. I feel about him as he does about me. My heart warms for the little copper haired boy that stood in front of me scared of accepting love. A lone tear flows down my face. I want to change this, to give him everything, to show him that this, what we have is never ending. I crawl into bed beside the man I love. We lay face to face. He's seriously a wonderful sight, it dawns on me that this is the reason why all those other women easily submitted to him.

He's an all American model. I run my hands through his copper hair and smile. He gives me a brief smile and pulls me into his embrace. His nose rubs against mine and our legs and hands are intertwined. "Goodnight Christian" I whisper. He kisses me and holds me tighter. We both drift away into a deep sleep.

My eyes flutter open trying to adjust to the light. I look around for Christian but he's no where to be found. I reach over to grab my phone. 6:45am, Sunday. If I were his submissive I would be leaving today. I scoot out of bed and head to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I stare at myself in the mirror shocked at who's staring back at me. My cheeks are pink and flustered, my hair looks sheen, and my lips full. This is what Christian Grey does to you. I smirk remembering the times he's made love to me, fucked me, and the times he's kissed me. I finish brushing my teeth and button Christian's shirt leaving two undone at the top. I put my phone in his shirt pocket and head out to find him.

I search the great room, the kitchen, and his library. Where could he possibly be? I note that he'll soon need to give me a tour of this place. I walk upstairs to the play room and check the door; it's locked. I open the door across from it and find him planking on a beam. I stand in the door way admiring this fine man. I'm mesmerized, only he could make working out look sexy. He walks around to grab a towel and catches me staring at him.

"Hi" I say shyly as if I've been caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar. "Good morning baby," He smiles and I walk towards him. "You're biting your lip," He murmurs as he uses his thumb to release my bottom lip from the confines of my teeth. "Like the view?" He chuckles and kisses me sweetly. He picks me up and places me on his beam. I push my tongue against his lips waiting for permission. He grants it and our tongues fight for dominance. His hands run through my hair to my nape and holds me to him. I love when his hands are in my hair. I groan and pull away panting. He kisses my cheek and lets his head rest on my chest. "What you do to me," He murmurs. "I could say the same to you Mr. Grey" I smile and lift his head up so I can see his beautiful face.

"I'm thankful that it was you that fell into my office and not Kate Kavanagh" he whispers. "Me too" I smile. "Lets have a shower," He says as he lifts me and I lock my legs around him. I rest my head at the crook of his neck and kiss him.

After our shower I feel refreshed and ready for the day. Christian has been cooped up in his office for some time now. I wonder what he was like in his younger days, he must've been quite the catch in his teenage years too. Mrs. Jones has made me a lovely breakfast and some English breakfast tea. I'm sure she's cooked for the fifteen women before me, I wonder what she makes of Sir.

"Thank you Mrs. Jones, breakfast was amazing," I smile sweetly as I gather my dishes to go and clean them. "Oh Ana, I'll get those" she smiles as she takes the dishes. I can't say that I'll ever get use to this. I nod and bid her a good day. I walk over to Christian's office. I knock lightly before entering. He's on the phone talking acquisitions, his hair is a floppy and sexy mess, and his eyes a cool gray. He looks hot, the relaxed CEO. I walk over to him as we make eye contact. I sit astride him and nuzzle his neck. He smells of expensive cologne and Christian, perfect.

"Something wrong?" He asks. He's muted the person he has been talking to. I shake my head a trail feather light kisses along his shoulder, careful not to touch anywhere else. His skin is soft, hot, and temping. I want so badly to touch him. To let my hands roam all over the no-go areas. I nibble on his ear and shift on his lap. "I'm sorry, I'll have to call you back" He says and hangs up. He groans as his hands find my waist. I continue my trails of kisses and finally reach his lips. I push my tongue into his mouth and our tongues fight a dirty battle. I moan into the kiss and rock my hips back and forth. His hands tighten around me and forces me to go faster. We're all tongues, heavy breathes, and rocking hips. His jeans creates the perfect friction against me. I break away from the kiss  and run my hands through his hair, pulling his head back to give me more access to kiss his throat. "Ahh!" Christian moans. I grind against him harder. "Oh god I love you." Christian whispers and bucks into me. I gasp at his revelation and tears spring to my eyes. I stop everything and kiss him hard, with need, passion, and every fiber of my being. "You love me." I break away and stare at him. "Yes, I do" He smiles. "And I need you, now" he whispers as he pushes his erection against me once more.

I get off of him and drop to my knees. His eyes widens in shock. I run my hands up his knee, thighs, over his erection, and to the top of his jeans. I lean over and lick his happy trail as I unbutton and unzip them. I pull down his jeans and boxers and he springs free. Hard and ready, I did this to him. He is mine, this is mine. "Oh fuck.." he murmurs as I draw him into my mouth and suck hard.