Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian novel Chapter 170

She twists and writhes one more, trying to free herself, but I keep my hold on her and it’s such a kick—a heady, euphoric feeling of dominance. Teasing her lower lip with my teeth, I try to invade her mouth, but suddenly she softens beneath me, granting my tongue access and kissing me back, her passion taking me by surprise. I release her wrists, and her hands are in my hair while she wraps her legs around me, her heels at my ass, pushing down my pajamas. She tips her pelvis up to me as we kiss. “Ana,” I whisper, her name a talisman as she bewitches me. We’re no longer fighting. We’re surrendering to each other. I cannot get enough of her. She’s on me, I’m on her. We’re lips and tongues, and mouths and hands.

Fuck. I want her.

“Skin,” I mumble, panting. I haul her up and remove her T-shirt in one fast move, throwing it on the floor.

“You,” she whispers, and she yanks down my pajamas and grabs my cock, squeezing me hard as she tightens her hand around me.

“Fuck!”

I grab her thighs, lifting them so she falls back on the bed, but she doesn’t let go of me. Her fingers move over me, hot and fevered, her thumb teasing me, while my hands caress her body: her hips, her stomach, her breasts.

She slips her thumb in her mouth.

“Taste good?” I ask, as she stares at me, her eyes burning with desire.

“Yes. Here.” She shoves her thumb into my mouth as I hover over her. Tasting and biting the pad, I suck her thumb and marvel at her audacity. She groans, her fingers tugging on my hair, bringing my mouth to hers. She folds around me, pushing my pajamas off with her feet. My teeth skim her jaw, nipping gently.

“You’re so beautiful.” My lips continue their journey down her throat. “Such beautiful skin.” Across her chest and onward to her breasts.

Ana writhes beneath me. “Christian,” she begs, tightening her hands in my hair.

“Hush.” My tongue circles her nipple, honoring it, before my lips close around it and I tug.

“Ah!” she moans, tilting her hips so that we’re slick against each other. I grin against her skin. I’m going to make her wait. Gliding my lips to her other breast, I greet its erect and eager nipple with my mouth.

“Impatient, Mrs. Grey?” I suck hard on her, and Ana yanks hard on my hair, eliciting a long groan from me. I narrow my eyes in warning. “I’ll restrain you.”

“Take me,” she beseeches.

“All in good time.” My lips and tongue pay homage to her breast and nipple, while Ana continues to squirm beneath me. She moans, loudly, her pelvis thrusting against my ready dick.

Suddenly she twists and bucks, trying to throw me off her again. “What the—” I grab her hands and pin her down into the mattress.

Ana is panting underneath me. “You wanted resistance,” she rasps.

I take some of my weight on my elbows and gaze down at her, trying to understand her sudden change of heart…again. Her heels dig into my ass.

She wants me.

Now.

“You don’t want to play nice?” My cock is straining.

“I just want you to make love to me, Christian,” she says through gritted teeth. “Please.” Her heels press into my ass again, with more force this time.

Fuck. What’s going on here?

Releasing her hands, I sit back on my haunches, pulling her into my lap. “Okay, Mrs. Grey, we’ll do this your way.” Lifting her, I lower her onto my waiting erection.

“Ah,” she groans, closing her eyes and tipping back her head.

God, she feels so good.

She curls her arms around my neck, her fingers clamped over my head, and she starts to move. Fast. Frantic. My lips find hers, and I surrender to her pace, and her supercharged rhythm, until we both shout out as we come, and collapse back on the bed.

Wow.

That was…different.

We both lie there, catching our breath. She runs her fingertips through my chest hair and I thrum my fingers down her back, enjoying the contact.