Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian (Fifty Shades 6)

“Good morning, Mr. Grey,” Ana whispers as I open my eyes. The morning sun glimmers through the windows and I’m curled around her like a vine. The knot of homesickness and heartache—evoked by a dream, surely—unravels at the sight of her. I’m smitten and aroused, my body rising to greet her.

“Good morning, Miss Steele.” She looks impossibly beautiful in spite of the fact that she’s wearing Mia’s I ? Paris T-shirt. She cups my face, her eyes sparkling and her hair wild and glossy in the morning light. She runs a thumb along my chin, tickling the stubble.

“I was watching you sleep.”

“Were you now?”

“And looking at my beautiful engagement ring.” She stretches out her hand and wiggles her fingers. The diamond captures the light and throws tiny rainbows across my old movie and kickboxing posters on the walls.

“Ooh!” she coos. “It’s a sign.”

A good sign, Grey. Hopefully.

“I’m never going to take it off.”

“Good!” I move so that I’m covering her. “Watching me for how long?” I run my nose down hers and press my lips to hers.

“Oh, no.” She pushes at my shoulders and my stab of disappointment is real, but she rolls me onto my back and straddles my hips. Sitting up, she sweeps her T-shirt off in one swift move, and throws it to the floor. “I was thinking about giving you a wake-up call.”

“Oh?” My cock and I rejoice.

Before I can steel myself against her touch, she leans down and places a soft kiss on my chest, her hair tumbling around us both, creating a chestnut haven. Bright blue eyes peek at me.

“Starting here.” She kisses me again.

I inhale sharply.

“Then moving down to here.” She runs her tongue in a wayward line down my sternum.

Yes.

The darkness stays quiet, subdued by the goddess on top of me or by my bursting libido. I don’t know which.

“You taste mighty fine, Mr. Grey,” she breathes against my skin.

“I’m glad to hear it.” The words are hoarse in my throat.

She licks and nips me along the base of my rib cage as her breasts graze over my lower belly.

Ah!

Once, twice, three times.

“Ana!” I clutch her knees as my breathing accelerates, and squeeze. But she squirms on top of my groin, so I let go, and she rises up, leaving me waiting and wanting. I think she’s going to take me. She’s ready.

I’m ready.

Fuck, I’m so ready.

But she moves down my body, kissing my stomach and my belly, her tongue slipping into my navel, then grazing through my happy trail. She nips me once more and I feel the bite right through my cock.

“Ah!”

“There you are,” she whispers and she stares greedily at my eager dick and then peeps up at me with a coquettish grin. Slowly, her eyes on mine, she takes me in her mouth.

Sweet Jesus.

Her head bobs up and down, her teeth sheathed behind her lips, as she pulls me farther into her mouth each time. My fingers find her hair and sweep it out of the way so I can enjoy an uninterrupted view of my future wife with her lips around my cock. I tighten my buttocks, pushing up my hips, seeking more depth, and she takes it, clamping her mouth around me.

Harder.

Harder still.

Ah. Ana. You fucking goddess.

She picks up the rhythm. And, closing my eyes, I fist my hand in her hair.

She is so good at this.

“Yes,” I hiss through my teeth and I lose myself in the rise and fall of her exquisite mouth. I’m going to come.

All of a sudden, she stops.

Damn. No! I open my eyes and watch her move above me, then sink oh-so-slowly onto my bursting dick. I groan, relishing every precious inch. Her hair tumbles to her naked breasts and, reaching up, I caress each one, running my thumbs across her hardening nipples, over and over and over.

She lets out a lengthy moan, thrusting her tits into my hands.

Oh, baby.

Then she pitches forward, kissing me, her tongue invading my mouth, and I taste and savor my saltiness in her sweet mouth.

Ana.

I move my hands to her hips and ease her up off me and then pull her down, thrusting up at the same time.

She cries out, grabbing on to my wrists.

And I do it again.

And again.

“Christian,” she calls to the ceiling in a quiet plea as she matches my tempo and we move together. In time. As one. Until she falls apart on top of me, taking me with her and triggering my own release.

I nuzzle her hair and thrum my fingers down her back.

She takes my breath away.

This is still new. Ana in charge. Ana initiating. I like it.

“Now that’s my idea of Sunday worship,” I whisper.

“Christian!” She whips her head to mine, eyes round with disapproval.

I laugh out loud.

Will this ever get old? Shocking Miss Steele?

I hug her hard and roll us both over so she’s beneath me.