side me . . . riding him . . .
riding him hard. With his hands around my waist he matches my rhythm. I
ha一ve missed this . . . the heady feeling of him beneath me, inside me . . . the
sun on my back, the sweet smell of fall in the air, the gentle autumnal breeze.
It’s a heady fusion of senses: touch, taste, smell, and the sight of my beloved
husband beneath me.
“Oh, Ana,” he groans. Eyes closed, head back, mouth open. Ah . . . I love
this. And inside, I’m building . . . building . . . climbing . . . higher. Christian’s
hands move to my thighs, and delicately his thumbs press at their apex, and I
explode around him over and over and over and over, and I collapse,
sprawled on his chest as he cries out in turn, letting go and calling out my
name with love and joy.
He cuddles me against his chest, cradling my head. Hmm. Closing my eyes,
I sa一vor the feel of his arms around me. My hand is on his chest, feeling the
steady beat of his heart as it slows and calms. I kiss and nuzzle him, and
marvel briefly that not long ago he would not ha一ve let me do this.
“Better?” he whispers. I raise my head. He’s grinning broadly.
“Much. You?” My answering grin reflects his.
“I’ve missed you, Mrs. Grey.” He’s serious for a moment.
“Me, too.”
“No more heroics, eh?”
“No,” I promise.
“You should always talk to me,” he whispers.
“Back at you, Grey.”
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He smirks. “Fair point well made. I’ll try.” He kisses my hair.
“I think we’re going to be happy here,” I whisper, closing my eyes again.
“Yep. You, me and . . . Blip. How do you feel, incidentally?”
“Fine. Relaxed. Happy.”
“Good.”
“You?”
“Yeah, all those things,” he murmurs.
I look up at him, trying to gauge his expression.
“What?” he asks.
“You know, you’re very bossy when we ha一ve sex.”
“Are you complaining?”
“No. I’m just wondering . . . you said you missed it.”
He stills, gazing at me. “Sometimes,” he whispers.
Oh. “Well, we’ll ha一ve to see what we can do about that,” I murmur and kiss
him lightly on his li
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