Freed (Fifty Shades as Told by Christian #3) - E.L. James Page 0,25

I remind her.

“I did.”

“I won’t ask you again.” I unbutton my pants and slowly tug down my zipper, giving my erection some much-needed room.

Ana stares at me, looking licentious and lovely, dressed only in her pretty open frock, a pair of white panties, and her high-heeled sandals. She raises her hands, and I think she’s going to take her dress off.

“Leave it on,” I insist, and reaching into my pants, I ease out my cock. “Ready?” I ask, and start to move my hand up and down, pleasuring myself. Her dark gaze strays from my hand to my face, and with a knowing smile, she turns and lies right over the stool.

“Grab the legs,” I urge, and she does, wrapping her fingers around the iron struts. Her hair brushes the floor and I move her dress so it hangs down her left side, leaving her glorious ass in view. “Let’s get rid of these,” I murmur, and run a finger across her skin above the elastic of her underwear. I kneel and slowly drag them down her legs and over her shoes. I toss them to the side and take her ass in my hands and squeeze.

“You look mighty fine from this angle, Miss Steele,” I whisper and kiss her butt. She squirms appropriately and I can’t help myself. I slap her hard so that she yelps and I ease one finger inside her. Her moan is loud and she strains her body, pushing against my hand.

She wants this.

She’s wet.

So wet.

Ana. You never disappoint.

I kiss her ass once more and stand up while moving my finger in. Out. In. Out.

“Legs. Wider,” I order as I fondle her backside. She moves her feet. “Wider.”

She shuffles them to the side until I’m satisfied.

Perfect.

“Hold on, baby.” I withdraw my hand and with infinite care slowly slide into her.

She gasps.

Fuck. She’s heaven.

I place my hand on her back and with the other I clutch the edge of the kitchen counter. I do not want to topple us both.

“Hold on,” I say once more and ease out of her, then slam into her.

“Ah!” she cries.

“Too much?”

“No. Keep going!” she whimpers.

And her wish is my command. I start to fuck her. Hard. Each stroke. Each push. Takes me away from everything, all my strife, all my worries. There’s only Ana. My girl. My lover. My light.

She cries out. Once, twice, three times. Begging me for more. And I keep going, taking her with me. Taking her higher. On and on until she calls out a strangled, loud version of my name. And she comes, over and over, with the force of a spring tide.

“Ana!” I cry and join her.

I collapse over her, then drop to the floor, taking her with me and cradling her in my arms. I kiss her eyelids, her nose, her mouth, and she puts her arms around my neck.

“How was option one?” I ask.

“Hmm…” she hums with a dazed smile.

I grin. “Same for me.”

“I’d like some more.”

“More? Jesus, Ana.”

She kisses my chest where my shirt is open, and I realize I’m still fully dressed.

“Let’s try the bed this time,” I whisper into her hair.

Ana moans. “Please!” Her hands are fastened, courtesy of her robe tie, to the spindles of her bedstead. She’s naked, her nipples long and hard, and pointing skyward, courtesy of my lips and tongue. I have her feet in one hand, pushed up on the bed near her behind, so her legs are akimbo and she’s straining for release. Slowly I ease my index finger in and out of her while my thumb circles her clitoris.

She can’t move.

“How’s this?” I ask.

“Please!” She’s hoarse.

“Do you like me to tease you?”

“Yes,” she cries.

“Do you like teasing me?”

“Yes.”

“I like it, too.” I stop my thumb and still my hand, my finger still inside her.

“Christian! Don’t stop!”

“Tit for tat, Anastasia.” She’s endeavoring to push her hips up on my hand to find her release. “Still,” I whisper. “Stay still.”

Her mouth is slack, eyes dark and full of lust and need and all a man could want.

“Please,” she whispers, and I can tantalize her no more. I release her feet and withdraw my hand. Taking hold of her knee, I run my nose and lips down her thigh to my ultimate goal.

“Ah!” she yells when my tongue swirls over her swollen clitoris. I slide two fingers inside her, pushing once, twice, and she lets out a boisterous cry and her orgasm washes over me. I kiss her belly, her stomach, between her breasts, then