Fifty Shades Pregnant: The Missing Scenes

One month later, we were back to the house for a visit, picnic basket in tow. As we pulled up, my heart fluttered excitedly. Ever since a few weeks ago when Christian had showed me the beautiful nursery and finally proclaimed his love for our Little Blip, this house had finally felt like home.

“Home sweet home,” Christian said, mirroring my feelings exactly.

It was a beautiful day, and I could already see the sunlight glistening in our meadow, giving it an almost sparkling effect. When Christian put the car in park, I hopped out and skipped towards our spot. My husband followed happily, basket and blanket in hand.

He spread the blanket down on the grass and plopped himself cross-legged on the checkered pattern. Sometimes I swore he was still just a teenage boy trapped in a sexy-as-hell man’s body. I plopped down right in his lap, and he laughed once more, having expected me to do exactly that.

“And how is my beautiful wife today?” he asked as he began to lift things out of the picnic basket.”

“So happy, Mr. Grey,” I replied simply.

“And positively glowing, my love.” He kissed me softly.

We sat side-by-side as we ate our lunch, completely content with being in each other’s company.

“I’m glad you’ve been able to cut back on travel a bit, Christian. It’s nice to just be here with you. Little Blip’s happy, too.”

Christian laid a hand on my tummy, which had just started to bulge a drop in the last few weeks. It was still easily hidden in clothes, but when the clothes were off, there it was, our little Blip coming into full view.

I tilted back on my arms, enjoying the warm sun and the light breeze. Christian laid down and put his head in my lap. I ran my fingers through his lovely copper hair. My sweet boy. No one would ever know looking at us lying so casual and carefree that this man was a multi-billionaire businessman, and that was just the way I liked it.

I reached into the basket and pulled out a large hand-dipped chocolate-covered strawberry. I dangled it over my man’s lovely lips, and he swiped at it playfully with his tongue. When I dropped it closer and saw him take a juicy bite into it, I couldn’t help but bite my own lip watching his sexy mouth.

“Could I have a taste, Mr. Grey?” I asked coyly.

“Oh, Anastasia, I thought you’d never ask.” In one fell swoop he had lifted himself on top of me, and his dripping red lips were coming towards me.

As his tongue pushed inside me and swirled, I sucked up all of the excess juice greedily. This man tasted delicious- the perfect mix of dark chocolate, fruit, and Christian. I could feel him now pressing against me hard down there, and slipped a hand into his back pocket with a squeeze.

Christian began to unbutton my shirt, leaving a line of kisses trickling between my breasts down to my belly button. I loved that we could be out in the open like this in our own meadow.

He nuzzled my belly with his nose as he shrugged me out of my pants. My panties slid down, and I widened my legs automatically in response.

“Ready and wanting, Mr. Grey,” I stole the words from his mouth.

“Yes, I’d have to agree, Mrs. Grey.”

He kissed and sucked each of my inner thighs, and I could barely wait for his lips to reach my warm center. I went to dip a finger inside to get started myself, but my husband quickly swatted it away.

“Mine, Anastasia.”

I gave him a giggle and allowed him to proceed. His lips kissed beneath my belly button, all along the little line of my bump, sucking and nibbling. He followed the line straight down to my center, and finally slipped a tongue onto my throbbing clit. As he swirled and sucked in all the right places, his hands found my belly, and the sensations made me delightedly happy. When he saw that I was getting close, he pushed two fingers inside me, stroking my sweet spot. I moaned and writhed, helping him with his own pants so that we could come together.

As I watched his rock hard dick spring free from his boxers, I almost convulsed then and there. He put his hands on either side of my hips to leverage himself and then drove deep inside me. I screamed out, and he called my name. He pulled out almost completely and then drove inside me again.

“Christian!” I screamed.

He pushed his thumbs gently on the sides of my stomach, and I loved his touch. He began sucking hard on my neck as he fell into a pounding rhythm. I could barely contain myself. Since for once my hands were free from my husband’s bindings, I reached down as he pounded inside me and squeezed his muscular ass, pushing him deeper. I knew he was getting close. As he pulled out and went to thrust again, I moved my hand lower causing his balls to slap and press into my wetness.

“Ana!” he cried in delight. I watched his face as he fell to pieces, jerking inside of me and leaving me full with his cum. He moved one hand from my stomach to press against my clit in all the right ways, and I came with him, screaming his name.

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Citation: *Sections may be paraphrased from Ch 25, Fifty Shades Freed by EL James