Fifty Shades Trilogy 03 - Fifty Shades Freed

my back and gaze up at him innocently with my mouth full.
    “Good girl,” he says, smirking down at me, his voice hoarse. He eases back, and holding me gently but firmly, he pushes into me again. “You have such a fuckable mouth, Mrs. Grey.” He closes his eyes and eases into my mouth as I squeeze him between my lips, running my tongue over and around him. I take him deeper and withdraw, again and again and again, the air hissing between his teeth.
    “Ah! Stop,” he says, and he pulls out of me, leaving me wanting more. He grasps my shoulders and pulls me to my feet. Grabbing my braid, he kisses me hard, his persistent tongue greedy and giving at once. Suddenly he releases me, and before I know it, he’s lifted me into his arms and moved over to the four-poster. Gently, he lays me down so that my behind is just on the edge of the bed.
    “Wrap your legs around my waist,” he orders. I do and pull him toward me. He leans down, hands either side of my head, and still standing, very slowly eases himself into me.
    Oh, that feels so good. I close my eyes and revel in his slow possession.
    “Okay?” he asks, his concern evident in his tone.
    “Oh, God, Christian. Yes. Yes. Please.” I tighten my legs around him and push against him. He groans. I clasp his arms, and he flexes his hips slowly at first, in, out.
    “Christian, please. Harder—I won’t break.”
    He groans and starts to move, really move, pounding into me again and again. Oh, it’s heavenly.
    “Yes,” I gasp, tightening my hold on him as I start to build . . . He moans, grinding into me with renewed determination . . . and I’m close. Oh, please. Don’t stop.
    “Come on, Ana,” he groans through gritted teeth, and I explode around him, my orgasm going on and on and on. I call out his name and Christian stills, groaning loudly, as he climaxes inside me.
    “Ana,” he cries.
    Christian lies beside me, his hand caressing my belly, his long fingers splayed out wide.
    “How’s my daughter?”
    “She’s dancing.” I laugh.
    “Dancing? Oh yes! Wow. I can feel her.” He grins as Blip Two somersaults inside me.
    “I think she likes sex already.”
    Christian frowns. “Really?” he says dryly. He moves so his lips are against my bump. “There’ll be none of that until you’re thirty, young lady.”
    I giggle. “Oh, Christian, you are such a hypocrite.”
    “No, I’m an anxious father.” He gazes up at me, his brow furrowed, betraying his anxiety.
    “You’re a wonderful father, as I knew you would be.” I caress his lovely face, and he gives me his shy smile.
    “I like this,” he murmurs, stroking then kissing my belly. “There’s more of you.”
    I pout. “I don’t like more of me.”
    “It’s great when you come.”
    “Christian!”
    “And I’m looking forward to the taste of breast milk again.”
    “Christian! You are such a kinky—”
    He swoops on me suddenly, kissing me hard, throwing his leg over mine, and grabbing my hands so they are above my head. “You love the kinky fuckery,” he whispers, and he runs his nose down mine.
    I grin, caught in his infectious, wicked smile. “Yes, I love the kinky fuckery. And I love you. Very much.”

    I jerk awake, woken by a high-pitched squeal of delight from my son, and even though I can’t see him or Christian, I grin like an idiot with my glee. Ted has woken from his nap, and he and Christian are romping nearby. I lie quietly, still marveling at Christian’s capacity for play. His patience with Teddy is extraordinary—much more so than with me. I snort. But then, that’s how it should be. And my beautiful little boy, the apple of his mother and father’s eyes, knows no fear. Christian, on the other hand, is still too overprotective—of both of us. My sweet, mercurial, controlling Fifty.
    “Let’s find Mommy. She’s here in the meadow somewhere.”
    Ted says something I don’t hear, and Christian laughs freely, happily. It’s a magical sound, filled with his paternal joy. I can’t resist. I struggle up onto my elbows to spy on them from my hiding place in the long grass.
    Christian is swinging Ted around and around, making him squeal once more in delight. He stops, launches him high into the air—I stop breathing—then he catches him. Ted shrieks with childish abandon and I breathe a sigh of relief. Oh my little man, my darling little man, always on the go.
    “ ‘Gain, Daddy!” he squeals. Christian obliges, and my heart leaps into my mouth