Fifty Shades…Full Circle

Chapter 145

A/N: I got several questions about who Amy was. She was in book I , Fifty Shades More. Remember his contract for power exchange and the separation and shooting?


Leaning against Christian's firm chest and ripped abs he pulls me in his arms and cups my breasts gently massaging them as he pretends to wash the syrup off. "Mmmm. That's nice." I snuggle in against him and relax letting my head rest against him. The warm water is relaxing and soothing my tired muscles. "I've always liked this tub."

"Me too he whispers against my ear. We fucked in this tub a lot."

"We pretty much fucked everywhere here a lot." I look back and smile at him.

"Yep. I liked it." He grins back.

"Me too." Cupping my hand I fill it with water and watch as the warm water slides through my fingers and drips out of my hand as I feel perfectly at home. I start to say something and stop.

"What?" he asks kissing my neck.

"Nothing."

"It's not nothing. What is it?"

"It's going to sound silly…but"

"Yes?"

"Do you ever want anyone else?"

"No. I don't."

"Not ever? I mean when a really sexy woman passes by, you don't get just a little interested?"

He lets out a big sigh. "First of all a woman who is obviously sexy is not what turns me on. Second I won't say that other women never turn my head...I mean after all I am human. But I've never wanted any of them." He strokes my hair and softly kisses my cheek. "You're all I need. I love you. It's funny how that changes things."

"What? Love?"

"Yep. I went for years assuming that I would never have that. I didn't deserve love and I couldn't even imagine what it might be like to be in love. So I just fucked my brains out. It felt good. I didn't have to invest myself in anyone in particular. Didn't have to put forth any effort because I didn't care if the other person was happy or not. I got off and got out."

"That's awful." I frown back at him.

"I know. It was." He wraps his arms around me pulling me closer. "I had no idea how it could be."

"And now that you do?"

"I can't even imagine fucking anyone that I wasn't in love with. Fortunately for me the only person I'm in love with is you."

"What if you fell in love with someone else one day?"

"Impossible."

"Maybe not so much." I turn around and look at him. "Men fall in love with other women all the time. And you certainly have the opportunity. I mean women throw themselves at you constantly. Old, young, tall, short, fat, thin.." I wave my arms around to gesture. "You can't go anywhere that some woman isn't lusting after you."

"I don't notice them. I mean sometimes I can tell when someone is putting herself out there. But I ignore them. I don't want anyone else." He strokes his fingers over my cheek and searches my eyes. "Do you?"

"Me?" I snort.

"Yes. You. You never have realized just how beautiful you are. Don't you think that I worry that some other man will try to sweep you off your feet?"

"Christian that's impossible."

"Not so much. Women fall in love with other men too."

"But not me. I'm just not made that way. I'm your basic one man woman. There could never be anyone but you. You give me everything need."

"Well I feel the same way about you, so I guess that makes me a one woman man." He reaches down and cups my head bringing his face to mine. His lips brush over mine and he stops taking time to look into my eyes before pressing his mouth over mine. "I love you baby." He whispers against my mouth. His hands cup my face and my hands are on his.

"I love you too."

"Now no more of this foolish talk." He grabs the sponge and soaps it up then turns me back around before rubbing the soapy sponge over my arms and chest. He slides it over my belly and down between my thighs before returning to my breasts massaging the soap over them.

"How many times are you going to wash my boobs?"

"As much as I want to. I like washing your tits."

"Well I think they're probably clean by now."

"I don't care." He lets out a deep sigh. "Some days I sit at my desk and daydream about these breasts." He kisses my neck. "I think about my hands on them and the cute pink nipples getting hard as I roll them between my fingers. I think about my mouth on them and sucking until I hear you moan. I think about your nipples showing underneath your t-shirt when you don't have a bra on."

"And what do you do while you're thinking about all of this?" I tease him.

"I usually have to go to my bathroom and get some relief." He pushes me away from him and I turn to look back at him. Then I get on all fours and crawl toward him until my mouth is inches from his. "You mean you touch yourself? In your office? While you're at work?"

"Yes." He growls and reaches down to cup my breasts.

"There you go again." I crawl up to straddle him and wrap my arms around his neck before pressing my mouth over his. My already peaked nipples brush against his chest sending electricity through me. My tongue curves around his and I can feel his erection underneath me. "Do it." I whisper into his mouth.

"What?" He whispers back.

"Do what you do in your office." I sit up and cup my breasts and massage them. "I want to watch."

Christians brows knit together and he gives me a half grin half frown. "You are one filthy little girl Ana Grey." His face morphing in to a sly grin.

"I know. And you love me for it." My thumbs stroke over my pink, pebbled nipples as I continue to massage for him.

"Yes. I do." He smiles. His eyes never leaving my chest he sits up on his knees as his hand moves to his lap and he takes himself in hand. He slowly circles his shaft and starts to move his hand up his full length and then down again never breaking eye contact with me. "You want to watch?"

I give him a nod.

"Play with your tits." He commands as his hand slowly moves up and down his shaft stopping to circle the head.

Pushing myself up, I mirror him, sitting on my knees to face him. I continue to cup and massage my wet breasts and roll the hard nipples between my fingers. I watch him as he works his hand over himself moving slowly up and down and twisting over his shaft. His eyes are fixed on my chest and appear glazed and his jaw goes slack as he pushes himself closer to the edge. I can't take my eyes off of his heavy thick erection that he is stroking and coaxing. His chest is heaving and his breath hitching as he takes his balls in his other hand and massages them while he moves his hand faster over himself. The muscles in his thighs are trembling and his chest muscles flex with each stroke of his hand. So mesmerized I almost forget to swallow and my belly quivers just watching the exhibition of total maleness in front of me. He is so primal in his need to come as his hips thrust into his palm. Fuck this is the sexiest thing I've ever done. My body is trembling watching him bring himself to the edge. I can see his belly trembling and hear flesh slapping against flesh as his hand feverishly strokes up and down.

Without thinking one of my hands drops between my thighs and sinks into the deep wet darkness stroking over myself. That's his undoing. I can see it in his eyes as he begins to unravel before me. "Shit." He growls continuing to watch me. His face and chest are beginning to flush and his belly shudders as his head relaxes and falls back against the tub. "Fuck." He growls out and I lean forward taking him in my mouth circling his head with my tongue just as he begins to pulse the gooey, white liquid. I suck hard to keep up with him and his hands cup my head as he thrusts into me and rides out his orgasm. His entire body is trembling and as he finishes, he grabs me by my upper arms and pulls me to him his mouth devouring mine.

He quickly stands up, still trying to catch his breath, and lifts me. "Put your legs around me." He growls against my lips. I circle his waist with my legs and hold on as he steps out of the tub. He sinks to his knees and then all fours laying me on the cold bathroom tile. Hovering over me he drapes his body over mine and in one move he has filled me, his fingers laced with mine as he moves in and out over and over again. "Fuck baby." He whispers against my cheek as his hips roll and circle. "Come for me."

My hips are meeting his with every circle and thrust and I can feel my groin begin to pull and tighten. "Oh god you feel good."

"That's it. You're almost there." He murmurs back. His thrusting is wild and unbridled and he is scooting us across the floor with each forward thrust. "Oh fuck I love you."

" Almost…." I gasp.

"I know. Let it go. Come on me."

With that I feel the rubber band snap and my muscles give in to the release. My walls begin to squeeze and release around him as he continues to race toward his own release. "Oh fuck me," he growls as he trembles and is consumed by his own orgasm. In a few seconds we both relax and he collapses on me. I stroke his back with my hands and kiss his shoulder. As soon as he is able to breath he rolls off and lies on his back beside me rubbing his belly. "What the fuck brought that on?"

"What?"

"You've never as ked me to jerk off for you before."

"I don't know." I shrug. "I just thought it would be hot."

He leans up on his elbow and looks down at me. "You never cease to amaze me." He leans down and quickly kisses me. "And you're fucking insane."

"I know." I giggle back at him. He stands up and reaches down taking my hands and pulling me to my feet. He pitches me a towel and then grabs one for himself and we dry off.

Leaning against the headboard with the sheet covering my bare breasts I'm waiting for Christian to return with a fresh bottle of wine.

"Sweetheart?" I yell out.

"Yeah babe."

"I'm hungry. Bring something to eat will you?"

"Okay. Let me see what we got."

I sit up and grab my knees looking out the glass wall at the lights of the city below. I had forgotten just how beautiful the world looks from up here. It's quiet. No kids. No dog. No housekeeper. Just Christian and me. It's been years since it's been like this and it feels so good. Now I think I understand why it has been so important for Christian to get away, just the two of us. Maybe we do need to head back to the South of France this summer. It would be good for us. Give us a chance to really connect again.

"What are you thinking about?" He asks, a bottle of wine in one hand and a tray of cheese, crackers and fruit in the other.

"Nothing much. Bring that food over here." I move to make room for him.

"You were awfully far away." He tells me as he pours me a fresh flute of wine and sets the food on the bed between us.

"I was just thinking how nice this is. Just you and me and it would be incredible if we could go on a second honeymoon this summer. I'd love to go back to the Cote d'Azur."

"Can't do that with a new baby." He says as he takes a big gulp of his wine.

"I know. And we wanted to take the kids too." I think for a minute. "Maybe we could take the kids to Maui then go to France later in the summer. "

"We could do that. What's with all the vacation talk all of a sudden?" he shoves a piece of cheese in his mouth.

"Oh I think it's just being here… alone…with you. I've missed that."

"Me too. I'm glad we came back." He gives me a smile and a kiss on my head.

"I am too. May I have a cracker?"

He picks up one and feeds it to me. "Mmmm good. Making love makes me hungry."

"Fucking makes you hungry….always has." He laughs. "Here have some cheese."

"Thanks."

After we have eaten and finished our wine, Christian sets everything on the side table then slides back in bed and pulls me to him snuggling under the duvet. "It's getting cold."

"I know. It's almost winter again. I think we're supposed to have a cold snap next week." I snuggle my naked butt against him and he cups my breasts.

"There you go again." I can't help but smile.

"My hands are cold. I'm trying to warm them. And I can't think of anything warmer than your tits."

"Mmmm. Likely excuse."

I can feel his nose in my hair and the prickle of his chest hair against my bare back. "I love you baby."

"Me too. Night babe."


I barely wake feeling cold and reach down pulling the duvet up around my chin. I can see a faint light coming from the living room and hear Christian at his piano. I lie in bed and listen for a while. He hasn't played in ages and I do so enjoy listening to him. I don't recognize the melody, but it's soft and beautiful and seems to float on the air. After a few minutes, I get up and put on a pale blue silk robe tying it as I walk toward the living room.

I stop in my tracks seeing him in the dim glow of the piano lamp, dressed only in boxers, lost in his music. I remember how he used to only play when something was bothering him. But he doesn't look sad. He's far away and a faint smile colors his face. Walking toward him I try to be quiet, the only sound my bare feet hitting the floor with each step. I slide on to the bench next to him and rest my head on his bicep. He leans over and kisses my head never stopping his play.

"Did I wake you?" he asks.

"I don't know. I was cold and when I woke up I heard you." I run my fingers through his hair. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Finer than I've ever been in my life." He smiles down at me.

"What's that song?"

"All I Ever Wanted. It's by Jim Brinkman." He looks over at me and smiles. "It just seemed to fit."

"I like it." I snuggle against his arm again. "Can you play Rainbows?"

He smiles and starts to play, Rainbow Connection then moves in to, Somewhere Over the Rainbow. "Is that your rainbow repertoire?"

He nods and smiles. "That's it." He stands up and takes my hand. "Come here." He pulls me to him and curls my hand against his chest as we begin to slow dance.

"What are you doing?"

"Dancing. You said we never dance, I thought I'd give you a twirl around the floor."

I can't help but smile. "I have a better idea."

"And what would that be?"

"You come back to bed and snuggle with me."

"I like that idea better. It is getting fuckin' freezing."

"Well, all you have on is boxers. No wonder you're cold." I wrap my arms around him. "Come on. You can play the piano tomorrow."


My eyes open to the sunlight streaming through the bedroom window and I stretch and yawn. I can smell bacon and I know something isn't right. Jumping up I grab my robe and head out to the kitchen. There he stands in his jeans, no shirt and bare feet, at the stove cooking bacon.

"What are you doing?" I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist kissing his shoulder blades.

"Cooking you breakfast." He reaches around and pulls me up to his side.

Peering in to the skillet I notice the brown crispy strips. "I think it's about done."

"I'm cooking this." He motions with the long fork.

"I know, but…"

"I'll take care of it. Go sit down."

"Sweetheart? Have you ever cooked bacon before?" I ask.

"Can't be that hard. Put it in the pan and turn on the heat. Take it out when it's done."

"Right. Well I think that batch is done."

"Okay…well…." I can see him helplessly looking around. I get up and grab a plate putting a paper towel on it and hand it to him.

"Here. Just put it on here."

"I knew that." He takes the plate and begins to lay the greasy bacon strips on it to drain.

He sets the plate in front of me on the breakfast bar and then comes around to sit on the stool next to me.

"Is that it? Just bacon?" I ask.

He smiles and shrugs. "Can't do eggs."

"Get the plates. I'll fix the eggs and toast." I roll my eyes at him as I grab the eggs from the refrigerator and begin to crack them into a bowl and whisk them up.

"Will you put some bread in the toaster for me?"

He complies and pushes the handle down before getting the plates and utensils and putting them on the breakfast bar. He is drinking coffee and the water for my tea comes to a boil so he makes a cup for me.

"You can be pretty handy sometimes." I smile over at him as I plate the scrambled eggs and grab the toast. I pour us each a glass of orange juice before sitting myself on the stool next to him. "I miss just coming out and Gail having breakfast ready. I'm spoiled." I have to giggle as I take a bite of toast. "I can remember before I got to know her, I was so embarrassed coming out here for breakfast."

"Why?" he asks taking a bite of bacon.

"Because she knew." I whisper.

"Knew what?" He looks perplexed.

"You know." I flush a bit.

"That we were fucking?" he grins.

"Yes." I full on blush thinking about it.

"Baby. Gail saw a lot of women in the morning."

"Well, she hadn't seen me. I was hoping that she wouldn't suspect we were doing anything."

"Sweetheart. I think she was well aware that we were 'doing something'." He grins and sips his coffee. "I mean she washed the bloody sheets after our first time. And you did come walking out of my bedroom every morning."

I bury my face in my hands. "Oh god. I'm embarrassed just thinking about it."

He shakes his head. "You worry about the strangest things sometimes."

"I know. I was just thinking back about all of it. I was so naïve back then."

He smiles again. "You were pretty fuckin' green. Scared the shit out of me."

"Why?"

"Because. I mean a virgin? What the fuck was I supposed to do with a virgin?" he shovels scrambled eggs on his fork.

"I guess you do what you did. I was ready to get rid of it anyway. You were convenient." I tease him.

"Convenient?" He chuckles. "You had no idea what the fuck you were in for."

"Well…it was okay I guess." I sip my tea.

"Okay? I made you come until your eyeballs popped out of your head."

"Well I popped your cherry too."

"Mine? Baby my cherry took a hike years before then."

"I mean your virgin cherry. I was your first virgin." I give him a big grin.

"Thank god."

"What does that mean?" I stop mid bite.

"Taking someone's virginity….well….it's a lot of responsibility. I hope I never have to do it again."

"Well I certainly hope so too." I glare over at him.

"You know what I mean. I wasn't planning on you being a virgin. I wanted to bring you back here and spank the shit out of you before I fucked you senseless and you turn out to be a virgin." He snorts and shakes his head. " I wasn't planning on taking anyone's virginity that night."

I pat his knee and kiss his cheek. "Well you did a good job. And I thank you."

"How was I supposed to know that one fuck would lead to a wedding band, three kids and a dog?"

"Guess you just turned out to be lucky."

He smiles back and gives me a quick kiss. "I'm well aware of just what a lucky man I really am."