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Fifty Shades Pregnant: The Missing Scenes	By : FiftyShadesPregnant Category: A through F > Fifty Shades Trilogy Views: 39114 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The sun shone through our bedroom windows, and I felt Ana stirring next to me. I knew it couldn’t be long until we heard the baby monitor start to come to life. I couldn’t believe Teddy was letting us sleep in this late (7 am!) on a Saturday morning.
I rose as gently as I could, trying not to disturb Ana, and closed the curtains to block out the sun. I headed back to climb into bed, but found myself looking into two blue eyes.
“I’m sorry, love, did I wake you?”
Ana shook her head that I hadn’t.
“Go back to sleep, Ana. Teddy’s not up yet,” I climbed back under the covers to cuddle my wife.
“Do you know what today is?” Ana whispered.
“Saturday?” I was looking forward to spending a quiet weekend with my family.
“Teddy is six weeks old today,” Ana replied.
“Wow. I can’t believe it. He’s growing up too fast!” I knew his first year of life was going to fly by.
“Six weeks, Mr. Grey,” Ana gazed up at me coyly.
“Six weeks,” I repeated. I was starting to see where she was going with this. Ana had been healing from her C-section, which had been nothing short of a nightmare. I had stayed far away, insisting that we wait the full six weeks of recovery. It wasn’t easy, to say the least. Never had we gone that long without each other, but I would never do anything to hurt Ana.
“Mmm, six weeks. How could I forget?” I smiled at my wife.
Ana rolled on top of me, and I could see desire burning in her eyes.
“Are you sure you’re up for this? We’re going to go slow. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Christian, I’m feeling so much better, really. I had my check-up yesterday, got my new shot. We’re in the clear. I’ve been waiting for this day. I want you,” Ana insisted. “And you better take me up on it while your son is cooperating.”
I thought back to Teddy sleeping soundly in his crib and knew it was now or never.
I slid my hands up my wife’s back under her pajama shirt as I kissed her. Her skin was soft and cool under my touch. I parted her lips and thrust my tongue deep inside her, swirling it around, tasting her mouth. I moved my hands to take off her nightshirt, but Ana shook her head.
“No?” I asked. She had never been one to keep her clothes on before.
“I’m all… leaky, Christian. I don’t want to get breast milk all over you.”
“Ana, having your breasts on me and tasting your milk sounds incredibly sexy to me.” These last six weeks without intimacy had been long, and my mind had often drifted to what it would be like to taste my wife’s milk. I couldn’t help myself. It would be yet another first to share with Ana.
“Really?” Ana squeaked. Didn’t she know me at all?
“Really,” I replied as I lifted her top off. Her large breasts touched my bare chest. I couldn’t wait to get my lips on them.
I kissed her again and turned us over so that I was on top. I was a bit worried about putting my weight onto Ana’s stomach, but I knew she was feeling a lot better than a few weeks ago.
I nibbled at her collarbone and finally let my tongue slide between her breasts. Then I traced it to her nipple, and she squirmed underneath me.
“Really gentle, baby, please,” Ana begged, and I knew she was serious.
I molded my lips around her nipple and gently began to suck.
“Ah! Christian!” Ana cried, but tried to muffle it so as not to wake Teddy.
I licked again, getting ready to suck. Her milk tasted sweet and sour at the same time, and my cock was absolutely throbbing at her thigh as I closed my lips and sucked again.
“Christian! Oh, Christian!” I sneaked a glance up at my wife, who had her back arched and looked to be in ecstasy. My sweet, innocent Anastasia deep down had plenty of kink to her, and I loved her for it. I lapped up her dripping milk from each breast.
I had to stifle a chuckle as I thought of Flynn- wouldn’t he have a field day right now, analyzing my desire to suckle at my wife’s breast? I was sure he’d come up with some association of being nourished, or malnourished, at the crack whore’s breast, and maybe in the past he would have been right, but this was not like that. This was very simply me making love to the love of my life. This was me loving every smell, taste, touch that had to do with my wife, and no one else. This was me in love with the mother of my child. This was me with my Ana.
“Let me taste, Christian,” my angel called.
God, I loved it when she was kinky.
I came up to slide my tongue in her mouth, and her tongue searched every crevice, tasting herself as she moaned into my mouth.
“You love the kinky fuckery, baby.” I watched her eyes shine with love and lust.
“I love the kinky fuckery with you, Mr. Grey.”
I growled and kissed her neck.
Her hand began traveling down my chest, down the outline of my V, through my happy trail, tugging off my boxers. As she finally encircled my throbbing erection, I had to do everything I could not to combust at her touch. It had been too long. She cupped my balls in her hand and bit down on her lip. That did it.
“I want to be inside you.” I tugged on that plump lip with my teeth.
Ana spread her legs wider beneath me, moving her hands into my hair. As much as I wanted to drive myself deep inside her, I knew I had to go slowly. I eased myself into her opening, and she wriggled a bit beneath me.
I watched her eyes for any signs telling me to stop, but she was cautiously eager for me. I pushed in deeper.
“Mmmm. Fill me up, Christian.”
I buried myself in her completely, trying to muffle my moans. How did I go six weeks without being inside this beautiful creature?
Ana moved her hands to my ass, and I was grateful that she was going to help set the pace. There would be plenty of time in a few weeks for me to control the bedroom, but right now it was important that she was comfortable.
Her nails in my backside urged me on, and I began to move. I circled; I thrust; I pulled in and out. “Ana,” I purred; I moaned; I cried. Her name was my prayer.
I bent down to bury my head in her breasts as I thrust. I gently wet her nipple to suckle again.
“Ah, ah, Christian! Too much, too much!” It was driving us both insane, but I didn’t want to push her too far, and released her breast.
A few more thrusts, and I was right there.
“I’m going to come, baby. Come with me.” My breathing was becoming ragged, and I began to feel her clench around me.
“Ah. Oh!” Ana was the definition of pain and pleasure- wincing as her orgasm took over, but seeming to enjoy it, too.
“Christian!” Ana screamed as she fell to pieces, and I shot my cum deep into my wife.
I pulled out gently, and could just make out an ‘ow’ from under Ana’s breath. I cursed myself for hurting her.
“Are you okay?”
Ana gave me her best tight-lipped smile. Shit. She wasn’t.
“No, I’m fine, really. I enjoyed it, I promise you. I’m just a little sore.”
I wanted to do anything to take her discomfort away, but before I could think of something, we heard Teddy wail.
I jumped up. “I’ve got him! Stay! Rest!”
“Bring the nursing pillow back with you!” Ana called.
I strode down the hall to the nursery and flicked on the light. Teddy was squirming and kicking, all scrunchy red-faced screams.
“Shh, shh, Teddy. Daddy’s here!” I gathered up my son and placed him on the changing table. Not my favorite job, but I knew Ana was in more pain than she let on.
I talked to Teddy as I changed him. “Thanks for sleeping late this morning, little boy. Oh! And happy six week birthday!” I wriggled him into a fresh onesie, grabbed the pillow, and returned to our bedroom.
Ana was sitting propped up in bed waiting with open arms.
“There’s my little boy! Good morning!”
“Say good morning, Mommy,” I cooed as I put the pillow in Ana’s lap. I placed Teddy in Ana’s arms and she nudged her nipple over his lips until he latched on. I couldn’t believe I had just been latched onto that same breast. I was such a kinky fucker sometimes.
I got on the bed next to Ana, rubbing her neck gently. She was really wincing as Teddy ate.
“Does it hurt, baby? I’m so sorry. I’m sorry.” Why wasn’t I gentler with her?
“It’s just a little bit tender, Christian, but I’m fine, really.” She nuzzled her nose into my neck.
“I love you.” I kissed her forehead and hopped off the bed.
“Where are you going?” Ana called.
“I think you deserve breakfast in bed, Mrs. Grey!” I called back as I bounded down to the kitchen.
Citation: *Some dialogue taken from Fifty Shades Trilogy by EL James; I do not own anything related to Fifty Shades- this is fanfiction only.
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