“Mr. Grey, so romantic.”
“For you, Mrs. Grey—hearts and flowers. Always.”
She reaches for my hand, and peering up at me through her long, dark lashes, she kisses my wedding ring.
Oh God. I close my eyes and groan. “Ana.”
She starts to unbutton my shirt. As she unfastens each one, she plants a soft kiss where the button once was and whispers a word. “You. Make. Me. So. Happy. I. Love. You.”
It’s too much. I want her.
Fuck, do I want her.
I groan and shake my shirt off, then lift her onto the bed and lay her down beneath me. My lips find hers and I hold her head, keeping her still as we share our first horizontal kiss as husband and wife.
Ana.
My pants are getting too tight. I kneel up between her legs and Ana is panting, her lips swollen from our kisses, and she’s staring up at me with want.
Fuck.
“You are so beautiful, wife.” I run my hands down each of her legs and grab her left foot. “You have such lovely legs. I want to kiss every inch of them. Starting here.” I press my lips to her big toe and graze the pad with my teeth.
“Ah!” Ana makes a garbled sound and closes her eyes. I taste her instep and run my tongue to her heel, which I nip, then run my tongue to her ankle. I leave a path of soft wet kisses up the inside of her calf, and Ana squirms.
“Still, Mrs. Grey,” I warn, and for a moment I watch her breasts rising and falling against the constraints of her corset.
It’s a
Enough. It needs to go.
journey of kisses up her body: the backs of her legs, her thighs, her backside. And for a moment I
Ana protests. “Please.”
and unhook her corset, one hook at a time, at a languid pace. Once it’s off, I plant a soft, wet kiss at the base of her
Ana wriggles. “Christian, please.”
against her ass, and she wriggles against me. “What do you want, Mrs. Grey?” I utter the words just beneath her ear.
“And I you, my love, my life.” I undo my pants, kneel up beside her, and turn her onto her back. Standing, I dispense with my pants and underwear while Ana regards me,
“Mine,” I mouth.
“Please,” Ana implores me.
I can’t help my grin. Oh, baby. I love it when you beg.
other leg, getting closer and closer to the top of her thighs. My objective. The sacred apex. When I reach my goal, I push her legs wider apart. She’s wet and wanting. Just how I like her. “Ah, wife of mine,” I whisper, and I run my tongue over her, tasting her
her with my mouth. Round and round, my tongue teases her oh-so-sensitive bud. Ana grabs my hair and writhes underneath me, her hips moving in a rhythm I know so well. She bucks once. But I hold
“Christian,” she calls, and tugs at my hair.
She’s close.
“Not yet.” I move up her body, dipping my tongue in her navel.
“No!” she cries out in frustration, and I grin against her belly.
All in good time, my love.
kiss her soft stomach. “So impatient, Mrs. Grey. We have until we touch down on the Emerald
and take a nipple between my lips and tug. I watch her as I lavish my attention on it; her eyes are dark
I cover her body with mine, resting my weight on my elbows, and run my nose down
My