Adult-FanFiction.org : Books

Fifty Shades Pregnant: The Missing Scenes	By : FiftyShadesPregnant Category: A through F > Fifty Shades Trilogy Views: 39114 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Fifty Shades of Grey Trilogy, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 6
- 7
- 8
Stars glittered in the night sky as Christian and I pulled up to our lakeside home. My pregnancy had been full of ups and downs- times I’ve felt like I had more energy than ever, and of course, times I’ve felt completely drained and exhausted. Luckily I seemed to be getting a second wind now that I was in my eighth month, and it didn’t hurt that my husband and I seemed to both be feeling a little hot and bothered after tonight’s Lamaze class. Having my husband maneuver me into all sorts of positions was never a bad night in my book.
Christian caught me smiling to myself at the thought.
“Do I even want to know what you’re thinking, Anastasia?”
“I don’t know, wasn’t that class a bit of a turn-on?” I smiled.
“Everything’s a turn-on when I’m with you, Mrs. Grey.”
Christian parked the car in the garage and helped me into the house. I flicked on some lights as Christian turned off the alarm. He glanced around the house.
“Been doing some shopping lately, my love?”
Oops. Our house was becoming baby central. The high chair was ready to be set up in the kitchen. The baby swing box was in the den. I couldn’t believe how soon Teddy would be here.
“Just a bit, Mr. Grey. For such a little thing, your son requires quite a lot of gear!”
“Well, I’m glad you’ve been getting him everything he needs. Only the best for my two hearts.”
Christian kissed me on the cheek and made his way to the kitchen island to go through the mail. I hung my coat in the front closet and made my way back to my husband. I was still feeling a bit turned-on, and pretty energetic, and those weren’t things I took for granted these days.
Christian plopped himself on the couch in the den, mail still in hand. I took this as my opportunity to show off one of the positions I’d learned in class that night. I got on my hands and knees, and gave Christian a good show of my ass in the air, practicing deep breathing and swinging my hips back and forth.
“Ana, what in the world are you doing?” Christian looked down at me as if I had three heads.
“I was just practicing one of my new positions, Mr. Grey,” I said in my most flirtatious voice. “Care to come help rock my hips?”
Christian rolled his eyes at me and laughed. I guess I must have looked pretty ridiculous, but what was an eight-months-pregnant girl to do?
“Oh, my love, I will help you swing your hips any day,” Christian had decided to amuse me.
He knelt down on his knees behind me, his hands on my hips, his pelvis pressed into my backside, and rocked me back and forth. My breathing turned into a moan.
“Mrs. Grey, you have such a fuckable ass.”
“We aim to please, Mr. Grey.”
I wanted him to take me right then and there, but I knew that the chances of that were slim. Christian was being extra careful with me as we neared the finish line, and wasn’t about to ram himself into me while I supported my weight on my hands and knees, as much fun as it sounded.
As if on cue, Christian pulled me gently out of our sexy position, caressing me as he did.
“I am going to make love to you, but not in that way. You get undressed while I get the fireplace going, and I’ll fuck you right on this rug.”
I drifted a toe across the soft rug in front of the fireplace in our den. Yes, this will certainly do, I thought. I undressed as quickly as I could and sprawled out on the delectable rug. Part of me could fall asleep right then and there, but I assured myself that I had the energy tonight and was planning to use it.
The fire started crackling, and Christian slickly undressed. Then he sprawled out alongside me, wrapping me in his arms and kissing me deeply. His tongue moved around my mouth expertly. My hands grasped onto his copper hair, pulling him closer. His erection began to tickle my stomach.
“Oh,” I moaned as I felt my husband press against me. I was more than eager for him.
“Slow, baby.” Christian loved to toy with me through delayed gratification.
“You better take me while you can, before I pop,” I giggled back to my husband, wanting him right this moment.
His gray eyes were dark as he began his exploration down my body. This would be good.
Christian moved from my lips to nibble at my ear. He sucked on my neck, which always made me moan in pleasure. His nose trailed down to my collarbone, and I felt his teeth leave little nibbles. He was paying no attention to me down where I ached for him, driving me insane with want.
He knew my breasts were sensitive these days, so he used the gentlest touch as he caressed each one with his thumbs. Every touch made me shiver, moan, writhe. My legs were opening, aching for him to enter me, but he pushed them back together, whispering the word “slow.”
If he wanted slow I could show him slow. I moved my own hand to his chest, tracing my fingers lightly through the tuff of hair that often stuck out of his unbuttoned shirt. I tugged lightly, lingering there, before I made my way down. Just below his belly button was where I’d really have my fun, dancing my fingers through his happy trail, grasping onto his pelvic bones, sliding down to his throbbing erection but never making contact.
He saw what was happening and knew it was time to distract me from my game. Christian continued his trail of kisses all up and down the mountain that was my bump, leaving moist tingles in his soft lips’ wake. Finally he was there, and he pulled my legs apart just as I had been so aching to do, and the heat of his tongue was on me.
“Ah!” I screamed out. “Christian!”
I was building fast. There was so much want in me after not having sex as often as we were accustomed to, and I was sure the feeling must have been tenfold for my husband.
I tried to look down, to run my fingers through Christian’s hair as his mouth worked magic, but I could barely even see him over my bump! I knew now was not the time to get emotional, but I was frustrated with this big body of mine not even allowing me to reach my husband!
Calmly, I whispered to Christian. “I want you inside me baby. I want to see you. All of you.” I hoped this would lead to a change in positions.
“As you wish, my love.” Christian had a twinkle in his deep gray eyes.
He carefully sat both of us up and then laid down on his back. He moved to ease me onto him in ‘pregnant-cowgirl’ position, and I had to keep my eyes from bulging as I took him in, erection standing tall. He eased me onto him, and every inch filled me deeper, deeper. I breathed and cried out with every small movement. I loved this man inside me. Christian followed suit with, “Oh, Ana. Oh, Ana!”
Finally, I was on him, and I was ready to ride. Christian had both hands on my hips, and he, almost effortlessly, began to ease me up and down. Out he slid, and then in again. The slow movements were driving us both wild with pleasure. He moved me a bit faster, causing my large breasts to bounce with us, and he bucked his hips to drive further inside of me.
“You are getting quite the view, Mr. Grey,” I panted as I rode my husband. He had a full view of my pregnant belly, my big bouncing breasts, and me, back arched, moaning with every movement.
“Oh, Ana!” was the only response I got.
I continued to move up and down, back and forth, gyrating around him. His hands never left my hips, and we were completely in rhythm now.
“Come for me, Ana,” Christian cried out. With that he drove himself deep inside me, and I fell apart around him, gasping for air, clenching around his length.
Christian slowly eased me off of him and cuddled me to him on the soft rug in front of the fire. He grabbed a nearby blanket and covered us. I nestled into my husband, completely content with falling asleep right there.
“Oh, baby,” was all Christian could say as he kissed my forehead.
“Oh, baby, is right,” I replied, completely out of breath. “I had been meaning to ask you if you liked pregnancy sex…” I giggled, obviously knowing the answer.
Christian rolled his eyes at me. “Another amazing first with you, Ana.”
I sighed. I loved that we could still have firsts together, despite my husband’s advanced experience.
“Not to mention the sight of your breasts bouncing up and down. I’m going to miss those in a few months.” He buried his head in my larger-than-ever breasts to show his appreciation, and I ran my fingers through his hair.
Christian held my naked body close to him, finally settling his hand on my stomach.
“I love you so much, Ana,” Christian kissed my forehead gently.
“I love you,” I whispered as I entered dreamland.
Citation: *Some dialogue taken from Fifty Shades Trilogy by EL James; I do not own anything related to Fifty Shades- this is fanfiction only.
- 6
- 7
- 8
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Fifty Shades Pregnant: The Missing Scenes