Christian forcefully angled her head to him as his lips melded with hers, stifling her high-pitched whimpers with his low grunts. She tasted like heaven. Their frenzied hands and mouths couldn't get enough of each other. "Ana," he moaned, bunching up her skirt and tearing her panties to shreds. Christian squeezed and grabbed a handful of her ass, lifting her up with practiced ease as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

Ana ignored the hard wall he'd banged her up against. The pain was a welcome reminder of his want, of his lust for her. One arm holding her up, Christian snaked his other hand up to roughly knead her soft breasts before ripping her shirt off. She tore at the buttons on his before tossing the shirt onto the floor.

He ground his throbbing erection into her core, causing her to cry out. "Please Christian, please. I can't wait," Ana begged. It was almost physically painful to not have him inside of her.

He carried her to the bed and was on top of her in an instant, blanketing her with his body and never breaking their voracious kiss while he fumbled with his belt.

Once free he slammed into her without preamble, her wetness easing the way.

"Oh Christ Ana," he groaned, feeling her silken walls clench around him. He stilled, too overcome with ecstasy to move. It had been so long. The feeling was indescribable. He was finally home.

"Fuck," he growled, his eyes closed, before slowly sliding in and out her, filling her to the brim.

"Oh God Christian, I need you so much," she pleaded, clutching the muscles of his sweat-soaked back.

"I'm right here baby. Look at me," he demanded as he grabbed her face. Buried to the hilt, he stilled inside of her again and just stared at her, his forehead resting against hers.

"I love you, you know that right?" He was shaking so badly he could barely speak, overwhelmed by their shared connection.

"Yes Christian. I know," she sobbed, holding the back of his head as her eyes penetrated his. "I love you too. I always will, no matter what," her voice cracked.

Her walls began tightening around him and she could feel him swelling inside her, without any movement. They didn't need any. "Now Ana, shit now," he commanded, about to detonate.

She screamed incoherently as the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced gripped her.

"Fuck! Fuck," he roared as she milked him for all he had, weeks of worry and pent-up frustration rolling off both of them.

He just lay on top of her, his face in the crook of her neck as she gently stroked his back, both of them trying to catch their breaths.

"Sweet Jesus Ana," he muttered, climbing back up to kiss her deeply. "Still worried?" he smirked, his lips crashing down on hers before she could reply with a smart-ass comment of her own.

Still lodged deep inside her, he began to thrust languidly as their tongues devoured each other, her wetness coating him. Before Christian knew it, he grew hard as a rock again, taking Ana by surprise.

He clawed at her bra so he could feel her naked breasts beneath his palms as he pinched her nipples. With her skirt still bunched up around her waist, he swung her leg over his shoulder and began to ram into her mercilessly, hitting her womb.

"Yes Christian, more, harder," Ana urged, throwing her head back, desperate to feel every blessed inch of him.

He readily complied, slamming into her with all the bruising force he could muster.

"Again Ana. Come for me again," he demanded hoarsely, every muscle in his body strained and flexed as he pounded into her.

Her body obeyed, violently seizing in pleasure, while Christian let out an almost mournful sob as yet another all-consuming orgasm tore through him.

Spent and drenched in sweat, he collapsed on top of her, eventually lifting his head to gaze at his equally spent and sweaty wife.

"That was an unexpected treat," she teased him, her voice raspy from screaming. Thank goodness we had the bedroom soundproofed.

"What can I say? I had a lot of lost time to make up for," he grinned back at her, all the tension from earlier vanishing from his face. "I still plan on making up for even more time later tonight. So no impromptu visits to the office tomorrow. I plan on making you sore as fuck Mrs. Grey."

"Yes sir," she smiled, knowing her husband would always keep his word.