This is the final chapter. I hope you have enjoy this storie. Leave me your coments. BirdsandStars.

Four months later.

I'm lying on a deck chair, at the shade of a palm tree, drinking a piña colada while I look at the white sand and crystal clear water. I breathe in and close my eyes as the delicious smell of the sea fills my nostrils. And then, something much more important than the cool breeze and the waves of the sea catches my attention. And that's the man who takes away my sense, drives me crazy and is coming out of the water right now. We're on a private beach on a Caribbean island. Well, not private. I don't know how he did it, but we've had the beach to ourselves for almost a month now. Tonight we go back to Chicago and tomorrow we start work. We're packed and the private jet should be arriving any minute.

It's starting to get dark and we decided to take one last dip before leaving. Well, at least Christian's taking a bath. Me, I'm going for the third piña colada while I enjoy the scenery.

He's walking in my direction with that elegant walk he's always identified with. He's left his hair long, and his beard. At first it bothered me every time it touched my skin, but as the days went by, I've gotten used to seeing him like that and it doesn't bother me at all. He stands next to me, dripping salty water on my body as he sits on the side of the lounger.

—Don't you come? —he says with a smile.

I put down my sunglasses and look at him smiling.

—As soon as I finish this piña colada, I'll come with you. —I say to him as I bring the glass to my lips. Christian takes the glass out of my hand and drinks it all in one gulp.

—Ready. —he says, putting the glass in the sand. —Now you're coming with me. —he throws the towel over one shoulder and carries me over the other while I laugh out loud. When we are at the edge of the beach Christian puts me down, gives me a kiss on the lips and then I see him laying out the towel on the sand. He turns to me, and holds me in his arms.

—We still have to baptize this. — he says to me in a whisper.

This was something we had been doing since we arrived at our residence. A beautiful house by the beach. Christian was determined to baptize every surface of every room. And when I say every one, believe me, he took it very seriously. The only thing missing was the roof.

—Didn't we baptize the beach yesterday? —I ask him with my eyes closed.

—Who said anything about the beach, the towel. —he says with a smile.

Christian sits down on the towel and holds out his hand to me to sit next to him. His lips turn to me, and as they kiss my neck, his skillful hands undo the knot in my bikini and it falls into the sand. He undoes the knot on both sides of the thong and I am quickly naked. I can feel him laughing as he lays me down on the towel. As I stretch my legs the water from the waves brushes my feet.

He stares at me while smiling at me like an idiot. The only thing I miss is the dimples he gets when he smiles. With the beard he has, you can't tell.

— All right, Mrs. Grey, since it's the last day, I'm gonna give you a choice of how you want to baptize this towel. Up or down.

—Down. —I'll answer him without hesitation.

—Very good. —he says to me as he lies down beside me and leans over me while he tantalizingly sticks his lips to mine. — And where do you want me to start? —he asks me as my breathing begins to accelerate and we are only at the beginning of what I imagine will be a long seduction on his part.

It's all been wild and unrestrained sex lately. No thought, no preamble. We needed nothing more than a look to know what the other was thinking and a few seconds later, we were both naked and wildly possessing each other.

But I must admit I missed this. The seduction, the preambles, his look at me, his lips slowly running over my skin.

—You can start here. —I say to him as I take one of his hands and lead her into my sex.

— Tempting.—he says to me as he begins to slide his hand over my sex. —What else? —he raises an eyebrow while I try to concentrate on his words and not on the delicious tingling I am feeling in my lower body.

—Your other hand on my breasts. —I say to him with a groan and a desire to feel at least one finger inside me.

Christian brings his other hand to my breasts and starts massaging them. He has ignored them for so many days that they are extremely sensitive. The mere touch of his fingers on them makes me moan with pleasure.

—I can still do something else. —he says to me with his fast breathing and dark eyes of pleasure.

He presses himself against me, letting me feel his excitement.

—I want to... mmm. —it's a little difficult to think of something coherent when I have one hand caressing my sex, another my breasts, pulling the nipples, his dark penetrating and desiring look resting on me while he presses his member against my body.

—What do you want, Ana? —he says to me in a moan. — Ask me what you want, you know I'll give it to you. —he says, bringing his lips close to mine, but without kissing me.

For an instant, wild sex passes through my mind, to possess me. But I dismiss the idea. I want him to take his time with me as the sea water brushes our legs and the sun slowly begins to set on the horizon.

—I want you slow and sensual. —I tell him with a smile as he returns it to me.

—Virgin sex? —he acquires it while raising a mocking eyebrow.

—I haven't been a virgin for a long time.

—But you want me to make love to you carefully. —he says to me as he lowers his lips to my neck. —lovingly... —begins to lower his lips to one of my breasts. —with adoration... —he takes it between his lips and sucks it in while I moan with pleasure. —as if no one had ever touched you before...—I feel a finger slip between my sex. —as if a careful lover would touch you. —I feel a finger slowly being inserted into me and my body arching involuntarily against his hand. —Is that what you want, Ana?

I open my eyes.

God!

His words, his touch, his caresses, the warmth of his lips. Everything drives me crazy with pleasure and desire for this man.

—Yes. —I say to him panting with pleasure.

Christian takes his hands off my body and quickly throws off his shorts. He settles on my body.

—So we'll do it slowly. —he says to me as he slowly enters me, making me moan.

He withdraws a little and lunges back in very gently. I raise my hands to his shoulders and hold on to them while my gaze remains fixed on his. Christian lowers his lips to mine and like his movements inside me, he begins to kiss me. His lips glide gently over mine, unhurriedly, without desire. His tongue plays with mine slowly making my lips tingle deliciously.

I pull up one of my legs and tangle it around his waist as I press it against his buttocks.

In spite of what I have asked for and the fact that he is giving me exactly that, my body betrays me.

—Ana! —he gasps against my lips as he begins to accelerate his movements.

—You know what we both want. —I say to him in a moan as I cling tighter to his shoulders.

—Just a little longer. —he asks me in a whisper without increasing the speed of his onslaught.

And so it continues. Slowly. His lips go down to my chest and he begins to devour my breasts just as slowly. This is a delicious torture.

—Christian! — I groan with pleasure as I feel my walls tighten around his limb.

I wrap my hands now around his hair and pull it slightly, making Christian's audible moan escape. I pull my other leg up to his waist. I can't take it anymore. Christian separates his lips from my body and leans on the hands on either side of my body as he stares at me. And then he speeds up his movements. Faster and harder every time. Making us both moan.

—Ready, baby! —he says to me with accelerated breathing.

—Yes! — I' m panting.

He clings to my shoulders and this time he really hits me hard. I don't need much more. I reach orgasm with a shout of pleasure. I see his face decomposing with pleasure over me as I feel him filling me up completely. He drops onto me and I caress his hair softly as I stretch my legs again.

The sea refreshes my overheated skin. I turn my face towards the setting sun and smile. I don't think anyone is happier than me right now.

The phone alarm rings insistently. I turn to the bedside table and turn it off. I want to go on sleeping for a while longer. But I know I have to get up and get ready for work.

When I come out of the bathroom, I open the closet and get my favorite clothes, the ones I knew him in. The tight jeans he forbade me to wear. I smile as I put them on.

Christian has already left, being the first day, he wanted to be early and make some adjustments according to him. I go out dressed to the kitchen. Breakfast is ready on the counter, and next to it is a note.

I had a hard time leaving you this morning, so don't keep me waiting too long.

Yours

Christian

I smile as I start breakfast.

I park the car in the company's underground park. It's snowing lightly. It's the second snowfall of this winter season. The elevator doors open on the 25th floor and I walk out with the raincoat hanging from my arm and a big smile on my lips. I greet the new girl behind the reception desk. Kate's already on leave. At any moment she calls us and gives us a surprise. I arrive at my office, hang up my raincoat on the hanger and sit behind my desk. I turn on the computer and wait. I start going through the mail. I have one from Christian.

From: Christian Grey

To: Anastasia McClean

Date: Monday, 10/31/2017, 7:30 AM

Subject: Office.

I need you in my office as soon as you arrive.

Christian Grey, CEO of TecFall.

How formal.

I get up and walk over to his office. I knock on the door and wait.

—Go ahead. —I hear his voice from inside.

I open the door and enter with a determined step. Christian is sitting behind his desk and as soon as his eyes settle on me I almost lose my balance.

He has shaved, although his hair is still long and he has combed it and pulled it back, but some locks fall on his face. I repeat it over and over again and I don't think I'll ever get tired of saying it. How can he look sexy in so many different ways?

This is never going to change apparently. What he makes me feel.

I stop in front of his desk and stare at him. He looks up and down at me, standing longer than he should in my jeans. He gets out of the chair and walks until he stops in front of me.

—Did you need me for something, Mr Grey? —I ask him as I stare into his eyes.

— I just forgot what it was as soon as I saw those jeans appear in front of me.

—I can refresh your memory if you wish. —I say as I bring my hands to his face.

I slide my hands down his cheeks and pull him towards me to join our lips in a light kiss. Christian places his hands on my buttocks and the kiss goes out of control momentarily. He squeezes my buttocks and I pull my hands up to his hair. Then he suddenly breaks away from me panting and with his hair a bit messy.

—Don't you have any underwear on?

—I thought it was the only way you would let me wear them.

—Hummm. I'll do something about those jeans later.

—Later or tonight?

—Later. —he says to me as he turns to his desk and takes an envelope in his hands and turns to me again. —Tonight, we have other plans. —he says as he hands me the envelope with my favorite smile on his face.

I open the envelope and look inside. I take out the two invitations inside. I stare at them and read the contents.

—Is it today? —I ask in fright.

—Time flies by your side, my love. Yes, it's today.

—I completely forgot, I forgot it was your birthday.— I tell him in fright, thinking quickly about what to do to make up for it.

—You can make it up to me tonight at the dance. —he says to me, raising my face.

—Are you going to spend your birthday at the masquerade ball again?

—Why not. That's where it all started. —he tells me by holding me in his arms. —That's where I met the love of my life. —he says stealing a kiss from me. —So tonight, we'll go to the place where we first met and dance to our song.

—I didn't know we had a song?

—We do. —he says to me with a radiant smile as he lifts me up in the air and spins me around. —We'll dance to it again tonight, just like we did a year ago when I proposed to you, for the second time, and even further back in the same dance we're going to tonight.

—Sounds perfect.

—It is. It will be. Tonight, just like that night so far away, will be perfect. —he says to me as he joins his lips to mine.

End