Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian novel Chapter 126

She arches her back fully, surrendering to me, her breathing rapid. Her thighs straining against mine.

She’s close.

So close.

“Let go,” I whisper, and she does, her eyes scrunched closed as she cries out and her body quivers through her orgasm. I tighten my hold on her as she sails down from her high.

Her eyes flicker open, dazed, and beautiful.

“God, I love to watch you come, Ana.”

“That was…” She stops, overwhelmed, I think.

“I know.” I kiss her, angling her head so I can claim her, and tell her with my tongue that she is everything to me.

She blinks up at me when I pull away.

“Now I’m going to fuck you, hard.” I grab her around the waist and move her farther back on my lap once more. With one hand on her thigh, I reach for my pants zipper and free my impatient cock. Ana’s eyes darken, her pupils dilating. “You like?” I whisper.

“Hm.” She makes a delicious rumbling noise of approval in throat.

I wrap my fingers around my erection and move them up and down as she watches.

“You’re biting your lip, Mrs. Grey.”

“That’s because I’m hungry.”

“Hungry?”

Anastasia Grey, my day’s just improved a thousandfold.

She makes that noise again, the sexy one deep in her throat, and licks her lips while I continue to pleasure myself.

“I see. You should have eaten your dinner.” I’m almost tempted to spank her, but I’m not sure that would be welcome. “But maybe I can oblige.” I put my hands around her waist so that she keeps her balance. “Stand,” I order.

She does, indecently quickly. She’s keen.

“Kneel,” I murmur, watching her. Her eyes flick to mine shining with sensuous delight and she does, surprisingly gracefully, considering her hands are tied. I slide forward on the chair, holding my erection. “Kiss me,” I order, offering her my cock. She glances from my dick to my face, and I run my tongue over my teeth.

Come on, baby.

She leans forward and plants a soft kiss on the tip. Her eyes on mine.

It’s so fucking hot. I could come over her right now.

I lay my hand against her cheek and she runs her tongue around the head of my erection. I gasp, and suddenly she pounces, pulling my dick into her mouth and sucking, really hard.

“Ah!” Ana’s mouth is heaven.

I flex my hips forward, diving deeper into her throat, and she takes me, all of me.

Fuck.

She moves her head, up and down, consuming me.

Ah. She’s so good at this.

But I don’t want to come in her mouth. I hold her head with both hands to slow her down and control her pace.

Easy, baby.

Panting hard, I guide her mouth. Down. Up. On. Me. Her tongue works its magic. “Jesus, Ana,” I whisper, and screw my eyes up, and lose myself in her rhythm.

She draws her lips back, so I feel her teeth.

Fuck. I stop and grab her, moving her onto my lap. “Enough!” I growl. I tug her panties off her wrists and she looks so fucking pleased with herself. As she should. She’s a goddess, her expression sultry beneath her long lashes. She licks her lips and wraps her fingers around my dick and scoots forward and lowers herself oh-so-fucking-slowly onto me.

Oh, the feel of her.

Groaning, in tribute to her, I tug her blouse off so it falls to the floor. I steady her hips with my hands to stall her. “Still,” I order. “Please, let me savor this. Savor you.”

She stops moving, and her dark, dark eyes glow with her love and innate sensuality; her lips are parted and moist where she’s been biting her bottom lip.

She is my life.

I flex my butt, driving deeper into her, and she moans and closes her eyes. “This is my favorite place,” I murmur. “Inside you. Inside my wife.”

Ana’s fingers fist in my wet hair, her lips find mine, and her tongue finds mine as she starts to move, rising up and down, riding me.

Riding me, fast. Her pace frantic.

I moan, weaving my hands in her hair, and my tongue welcomes hers, as they dance a dance they know so well.