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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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I looked up when I heard the sound of keys rattling the lock of the front door. Finally, Christian was home. He’d missed dinner, and after a long day I couldn’t wait to just relax in his arms. The door opened, and I got up from the kitchen table to try to meet him halfway. What in my mind should have been a graceful run to my husband’s waiting arms was instead a waddle, one hand on my aching back, with my six-month baby bump leading the way.
Christian’s long legs strode towards me, closing the gap for us, and he kissed me deeply.
“How is my beautiful wife this evening?”
As much as I would have loved to give him some delighted response, I responded truthfully. “Exhausted.”
Christian’s gray eyes looked sadly into mine as concern crossed his face.
“Are you feeling okay, my love?”
“I’m fine, baby. This son of yours is getting heavy and giving me an aching back.”
Christian began to rub my back, first gently, and then a little harder, trying to ease my discomfort. I moaned with relief. Why hadn’t he been here hours ago to do this? Christian felt me relax in his arms.
“I can’t bear to see you hurting, Ana.”
“I have a feeling this is nothing, Mr. Grey. Word on the street is that in a couple of months I’m going to be in quite a bit more pain.” I tried to smile.
Christian just grimaced in response. “Well, don’t you worry, love. I’m going to get you the best doctors, nurses, the best hospital room in the city. I will do everything in my power to make sure my wife and son are comfortable.”
I smiled and leaned up to kiss him, but inside I was pretty sure that all the money in the world wasn’t going to prevent the pain of childbirth.
Christian began taking his jacket and tie off. “Come, love, let’s go take a nice warm bath. It will help you relax and take some pressure off your back.”
It sounded wonderful. I happily obliged. He ran up to start the bath, then flew back down the stairs to help me up.
“Christian, I run up and down these stairs all day, you know.” Okay, ‘run’ was a stretch, but I wasn’t an invalid just yet.
“I know, darling, and that’s why when I’m home, you deserve a hand.”
We took the stairs slowly, one hand guiding me up, and one still on my back.
When we got to the bathroom, Christian undressed and eased in first, and I followed suit, finding my spot in his lap, my big belly in front of us both.
“Oh, the water feels good,” I relaxed and leant my head back on his shoulder. He began to massage my back, pressing all the right spots, and I felt the stress and ache leave my body completely.
Christian continued rubbing my back with one hand, then placed the other on my stomach to give Little Blip some attention. “And how is my little boy today, other than growing too heavy for his mother?”
“He’s been a very good little boy. Rolling around, kicking, and never running off too far.”
Christian laughed and caressed my bump. He grabbed some soap to rub it lovingly over my belly, then massaged my tender breasts with both hands. I leaned back onto my husband and moaned at his touch.
“Do you want to visit the playroom tonight, Mr. Grey?” I said in my most sultry voice as Christian’s fingers delicately encircled my nipples.
I felt Christian’s body stiffen behind me at this request. We hadn’t been to the playroom since we found out I was pregnant, but I had an inkling that deep down he must miss it. If he did, it looked like he wasn’t about to let me know that.
“No, baby, I don’t need that anymore, my love,” Christian responded, beginning to touch my breasts once more. “I love it vanilla with you.” He kissed my cheek lovingly.
“I love it vanilla, too, but I’m also up for some kinky fuckery sometimes,” I smiled.
Christian just continued to caress my stomach.
“What, no pregnant ladies allowed in the playroom?” I teased. When he didn’t respond immediately, I started to worry that maybe this was the truth. Maybe he didn’t find me sexy enough for the playroom at six months pregnant. Why would he?
“No, Ana, it’s not like that at all. You are sexier than ever, believe me,” Christian seemed to have read my mind. He pressed his hard-on into my backside at that moment to prove his point. I moaned in response.
“I just want to be gentle with you, with our baby inside. I could never forgive myself if I did anything that hurt either one of you,” Christian continued.
I hoped this wouldn’t cause him to relive any negative memories, but thankfully he continued caressing me and whispering in my ear.
“I just want to make sweet vanilla love to my sexy pregnant wife.”
“Hearts and flowers, Mr. Grey?” I smiled.
“Hearts and flowers, always, Mrs. Grey.” Christian kissed my neck and rubbed my bump.
“Since you are suddenly so anxious to play tonight, Anastasia….” Christian moved one hand from my stomach to travel down beneath the water. He nibbled my ear as he slipped one finger inside me. I gripped the sides of the tub and spread my legs wider.
“Oh, Mrs. Grey, so wanting.”
“Only you, Christian,” I panted.
Another finger slipped inside me as he brought his other hand down to massage my clit.
“This is quite a view, Anastasia,” Christian was looking down over my shoulder at my now-large breasts and belly and my wide-spread legs, barely able to see his hands that had disappeared under the water beneath my bump.
“Do you like what you see, Mr. Grey?” I knew what he’d say, but I still had to question whether this sight was sexy.
Christian growled and moaned into my neck, sucking below my ear.
“Ah! Christian!” I cried out from his kisses. I loved how I was nestled somewhat in his lap. I could feel him everywhere. His lips at my neck, his muscular chest pressing against my back, his penis pressed hard below the water against my backside, his strong legs on either side of mine, splayed wide, and of course, his hands working their magic down there, fingers inside of me and massaging my clit.
“Are you ready to come, baby?” Christian asked cunningly. He knew the answer, feeling my legs pushing against him, threatening to bust through the tub if I tried to spread them any wider.
He slipped a final finger inside me, stroking my sex, thrusting around, falling into a rhythm with the bites and sucks of his lips on my neck. I came around him, grinding into his pressing member behind me, screaming out his name, feeling the water splash as I convulsed.
When I was complete, Christian slipped his fingers out, washing away my wetness in the bathwater, and cuddled his hands over my stomach while I rested my head back on his shoulder. We stayed like that a few minutes, until I regained my strength and knew that the water was getting cold.
“Thank you, Christian,” I whispered, no strength in my voice.
“You know you don’t have to thank me, beautiful. I enjoy it as much as you do.”
“Speaking of which…” I rose up, getting on my knees and pressing my arms out at the end of the tub to support my weight.
“What are you doing, Ana?” Christian asked.
“It’s your turn, baby. And I want you to take me from behind.”
Christian moaned as he rose on his knees and put his hands next to mine. I could feel his tip searching for my opening as I spread my hips a bit wider. With that, he thrust into me. Oh, it felt so deep this way!
“Oh! Christian!” I called out as he thrust again. I felt so full. Christian stole one hand away to place it around my belly, protecting it from banging into the bathtub wall as he entered me again. I loved having his hand right there as he went deeper again.
“Fuck, Anastasia!” Christian was about to fall apart. He pulled out and thrust again. I felt his balls slap against me.
“Christian!” I was right there with him.
My husband began to suck on my neck- God, he knew all the right buttons- and I came undone. As my body contracted, quivering around his dick, he came, too, shooting his cum deep inside. He both screamed and sighed with pleasure.
He pulled out, and I hated losing that feeling of complete fullness, but I knew the water was cold and our knees were hurting from that workout. He stepped out of the tub, grabbing a towel. He helped me out carefully, wrapping me up.
“That was some amazing vanilla, Mr. Grey,” I sighed sleepily and spent.
“We aim to please, Mrs. Grey,” Christian whispered back, lifting me in my towel like a child and carrying me off to bed.
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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