Fifty Shades Trilogy 03 - Fifty Shades Freed

nipples, feeling them stiffen and lengthen beneath my touch.
    “Yes. Like that. Again.”
    Closing my eyes I pull hard, rolling and twisting them between my fingers. I moan.
    “Open your eyes.”
    I blink up at him.
    “Again. I want to see you. See you enjoy your touch.”
    Oh fuck. I repeat the process. This is so . . . erotic.
    “Hands. Lower.”
    I squirm.
    “Keep still, Ana. Absorb the pleasure. Lower.” His voice is low and husky, tempting and beguiling at once.
    “You do it,” I whisper.
    “Oh, I will—soon. You. Lower. Now.” Christian, exuding sensuality, runs his tongue along his teeth Holy fuck . . . I writhe, pulling on the restraints.
    He shakes his head, slowly. “Still.” He rests his hands on my knees, holding me in place. “Come on, Ana—lower.”
    My hands glide over my stomach down over my belly.
    “Lower,” he mouths, and he is carnality personified.
    “Christian, please.”
    His hands glide down from my knees, skimming my thighs, toward my sex. “Come on, Ana. Touch yourself.”
    My left hand skims over my sex, and I rub in a slow circle, my mouth an O as I pant.
    “Again,” he whispers.
    I groan louder and repeat the move and tip my head back, gasping.
    “Again.”
    I moan loudly, and Christian inhales sharply. Grabbing my hands, he bends down, running his nose then his tongue back and forth at the apex of my thighs.
    “Ah!”
    I want to touch him, but when I try to move my hands, his fingers tighten around my wrists.
    “I’ll restrain these, too. Keep still.”
    I groan. He releases me then eases his middle two fingers inside me, the heel of his hand resting against my clitoris.
    “I’m going to make you come quickly, Ana. Ready?”
    “Yes.” I pant.
    He starts to move his fingers, his hand, up and down, rapidly, assaulting both that sweet spot inside me and my clitoris at the same time. Ah! The feeling is intense—really intense. Pleasure builds and spikes throughout the lower half of my body. I want to stretch my legs, but I can’t. My hands claw at the towel beneath me.
    “Surrender,” Christian whispers.
    I explode around his fingers, crying out incoherently. He presses the heel of his hand against my clitoris as the aftershocks run through my body, prolonging the delicious agony. Vaguely, I’m aware that he’s untying my legs.
    “My turn,” he murmurs, and flips me over so I am face down on the sofa with my knees on the floor. He spreads my legs and slaps me hard across my behind.
    “Ah!” I yelp and he slams into me.
    “Oh, Ana,” he hisses through clenched teeth as he starts to move. His fingers grip me hard around my hips as he grinds into me over and over. And I’m building again . No . . . Ah . . .
    “Come on, Ana!” Christian shouts, and I shatter once more, pulsing around him and crying out as I come.
    “Life-affirming enough for you?” Christian kisses my hair.
    “Oh, yes,” I murmur, gazing up at the ceiling. I am lying on my husband, my back to his front, both of us on the floor beside the sofa. He’s still dressed.
    “I think we should go again. No clothes for you this time.”
    “Christ, Ana. Give a man a chance.”
    I giggle and he chuckles. “I’m glad Ray’s conscious. Seems all your appetites are back,” he says, not disguising the smile in his voice.
    I turn over and scowl at him. “Are you forgetting about last night and this morning?” I pout.
    “Nothing forgettable about either of those.” He grins, and when he does, he looks so young and carefree and happy. He cups my behind. “You have a fantastic ass, Mrs. Grey.”
    “So do you.” I arch a brow at him. “Though yours is still under cover.”
    “And what are you going to do about that, Mrs. Grey?”
    “Why, I’m going to undress you, Mr. Grey. All of you.”
    He grins.
    “And I think there’s a lot that’s sweet about you,” I murmur, referring to the song still playing on repeat. His smile fades.
    Oh no.
    “You are,” I whisper. I lean down and kiss the corner of his mouth. He closes his eyes and tightens his arms around me.
    “Christian, you are. You made this weekend so special—in spite of what happened to Ray. Thank you.”
    He opens his large, serious gray eyes, and his expression tugs at my heart.
    “Because I love you,” he murmurs.
    “I know. I love you, too.” I caress his face. “And you’re precious to me, too. You do know that, don’t you?”
    His stills, looking lost.
    Oh, Christian . . . my sweet