Fifty Shades Darker hits theaters on February 10, just in time for Valentine's Day. Of course, fans of the books (and fans of ironically-seeing-the-movies-even-though-they're-not-really-your-thing) know what to expect: lots of sexy times between the mysterious and mercurial Christian Grey and the sweetly wide-eyed Anastasia Steele. Here's a quick refresher on every sexy encounter these two shared in the book so you know what to expect in the movie.
When we last left Christian and Anastasia, they were broken up. You remember: he got a little too real with the spanking and she peaced. After an excruciating five days apart, they reunite in Fifty Shades Darker, and their first time back together is one of the hottest moments in the book. The scene is all about Ana taking control and telling Christian exactly what she wants, for a change. Amen to that.
"'My jeans and panties,' I murmur, and he smiles against my throat before he drops to his knees in front of me. Oh, I feel so powerful. Hooking his thumbs into my jeans, he gently pulls them and my panties down my legs. I step out of my pumps and my clothes so that I'm left wearing only my bra. He stops and looks up at me expectantly, but he doesn't get up.
'What now, Anastasia?'
'Kiss me,' I whisper.
'Where?'
'You know where.'"
Another memorable moment in Darker is when Christian takes his promise to be sweeter in the bedroom literally, and involves vanilla ice cream in his and Ana's "vanilla" relationship.
"I pull against my restraints and the bed creaks ominously, but I don't care—I'm burning with desire, it's consuming me. He takes another spoonful and lets the ice cream dribble onto my breasts. Then with the back of the spoon, he spreads it over each breast and nipple.
Oh...it's cold. Each nipple peaks and hardens beneath the cool of the vanilla.
'Cold?' Christian asks softly, and bends to lick and suckle all the ice cream off me once more, his mouth hot compared to the cool of the ice."
After Ana draws some no-touching zone boundaries on Christian in lipstick, they do what they do best—this time with Ana on top.
"He guides me, and hesitantly I ease myself down onto him. He closes his eyes and flexes his hips to meet me, filling me, stretching me, his mouth forming a perfect O as he exhales.
Oh, that feels so good—possessing him, possessing me.
He holds my hands, and I don't know if it's to steady me or keep me from touching him, even though I have my road map.
'You feel so good,' he murmurs."
Before the big masquerade party, Christian inserts those tiny silver balls Ana likes so much inside her—because that seems like a good idea when going to a black tie fundraiser and meeting your BF's family.
"He grins then shakes his head, admonishing me, so I let go. He nods, and I bend down and grasp the sides of the chair. He moves my panties to one side and very slowly slides a finger into me, circling leisurely, so I feel him, on all sides. I can't help the moan that escapes from my lips.
He withdraws his finger briefly and with tender care, inserts the balls one at a time, pushing them deep inside me. Once they are in position, he smoothes my panties back into place and kisses my backside. Running his hands up each of my legs from ankle to thigh, he gently kisses the top of each thigh where my hold-ups finish."
During the charity ball, Christian and Anastasia realize they can't last another moment without ravishing each other's bodies, so they sneak off to his childhood bedroom to do the deed (as you do). They also up the kink factor, with Christian tying Ana up and spanking her.
"'That's right, baby,' he murmurs appreciatively. He unties my wrists, keeping his fingers inside me as I lie panting and spent over him.
'I've not finished with you yet, Anastasia,' he says, and shifts without removing his fingers. He eases my knees on to the floor so that now I'm leaning over the bed. He kneels on the floor behind me and undoes his zipper. He slides his fingers out of me, and I hear the familiar tear of a foil packet. 'Open your legs,' he growls and I comply. He strokes my behind and eases into me."
This one is pretty straightforward: Ana wants sex, so she initiates sex.
"'Please, Christian—faster,' I murmur, wanting more, now.
'Oh no, baby. I need this slow.' He kisses me sweetly, gently biting my lower lip and absorbing my soft moans.
I move my hands into his hair and surrender myself to his rhythm as slowly and surely my body climbs higher, and higher, and plateaus, then falls hard and fast as I come around him."
During their deliriously good weekend together, Ana and Christian go sailing and, while anchored in a "small, secluded cove," they have boat sex. Christian makes Ana strip for him, and then they make such sweet love that Ana professes her IRL love for him during the act.
"I'm cocooned by him, as he loves me, slowly moving in and out, savoring me. I touch him—sticking to the boundaries—his arms, his hair, his lower back, his beautiful behind—and my breathing accelerates as his steady rhythm pushes me higher and higher. He's kissing my mouth, my chin, my jaw, then nibbling my ear. I can hear his staccato breaths with each gentle thrust of his body.
My body starts to quiver. Oh... This feeling that I now know so well... I am close...Oh...
'That's right, baby... give it up for me... Please... Ana,' he murmurs, and his words are my undoing."
Ana starts to feel adventurous, and wants to try the playroom again. Christian is still worried it's too soon, so they settle things the old fashioned way, with a game of pool. Christian ends up winning and they have sex on the pool table.
"Slowly he sinks into me, filling me. I hear his groan of pure pleasure, and it stirs my soul. He grasps my hips firmly, eases out of me again, and this time slams back into me, causing me to cry out. He stills for a moment.
'Again?' he asks softly.
'Yes...I'm fine. Lose yourself...take me with you,' I murmur breathlessly."
We all know that Christian and Anastasia have a thing about elevators, so this isn't too surprising.
"'You're mine, Anastasia,' he murmurs against my throat.
'Yes. Yours. When will you accept that?' I pant. He groans and starts to move, really move. And I surrender myself to his relentless rhythm, savoring each push and pull, his ragged breathing, his need for me reflecting mine.
It makes me feel powerful, strong, desired and loved—loved by this captivating, complicated man, whom I love in return with all my heart. He pushes harder and harder, his breathing ragged, losing himself in me as I lose myself in him."
When Christian can't sleep, he plays piano. And when Christian and Ana can't sleep, they sometimes play on a piano, which is exactly what happens the time Ana wakes up and goes looking for Christian.
"Oh boy. I know what he's going to do, and the anticipation...I groan loudly as he kisses the inside of my knee, then kisses, and sucks, and nips his way higher up my leg to my thigh. The soft satin of my nightgown rises higher, skimming over my sensitized skin, as he pushes the fabric. I flex my feet and the chords sound again. Closing my eyes, I surrender myself to him as his mouth reaches the apex of my thighs."
Of course, Ana can't completely avoid touching Christian during sex, but she's usually not allowed to touch the aptly-named "no touch zone." That said, after awaking from a nightmare about Ana leaving him, Christian asks her to touch him. It's about as vulnerable as we see him get.
"'Ana, touch me... please.'
Oh. I lean forward and steady myself with my hands on his chest. And he calls out, his cry almost a sob, and he thrusts deep inside me.
'Ahh,' I whimper and run my fingernails gently over his chest, through the hair there, and he groans loudly and twists abruptly so I am once more beneath him.
'Enough.' He moans. 'No more, please.' And it's a heartfelt plea."
Again, Ana tries to get Christian to take her back into the playroom, but again he insists on waiting. He does, however, bring one of the toys out of the playroom and into the bedroom—a spreader bar.
"He begins a slow and sensual assault, his tongue swirling around and around while his fingers move inside me. Because I can't close my legs, or move, it's intense, really intense. My back arches as I try to absorb the sensations.
'Oh, Christian,' I cry.
'I know, baby,' he whispers, and to ease up on me, he blows softly on the most sensitive part of my body."
In another of their classic elevator hookups, Christian publicly fingers Ana in a crowded elevator—not that they get caught, of course.
"Oh my. I gape at the people in front of us, staring at the backs of their heads. They have no idea what we're up to. Wrapping his free arm around my waist, Christian pulls me to him, holding me in place as his fingers explore. Holy fucking shit... in here? The elevator travels smoothly down, stopping at the fifty-third floor to let some more people on, but I am not paying attention. I am focused on every little move his fingers make. Circling around... now moving forward, questing, as we shuffle back."
Since previous elevator tryst leaves something to be desired, Ana and Christian finish things up in the elevator at his place.
"'Do you know how much you turn me on?'
'What?' I pant. 'No...I...'
'Well, you do,' he mutters, 'all the time.' He grabs the foil packet from my hands. Oh, this is so quick, but after all his tantalizing teasing, I want him badly—right now. He gazes down at me as he rolls on the condom, then puts his hands under my thighs, spreading my legs wider."
After Christian's helicopter disappearance scare, he returns home for some shower sex with his lady, but they can't even take the time to get undressed. So naturally, they sexily undress each other in the shower. As you do.
"I want to wash all of you,' I whisper. He smiles that lopsided smile and lifts his hands in a gesture that says 'I'm all yours, baby.' I grin; it feels like Christmas. I make short work of his zipper, and soon his pants and boxers join the rest of our clothing. I stand and reach for the body wash and the freshwater sponge.
'Looks like you're pleased to see me,' I murmur dryly."
Ana goes back into the playroom with Christian for his birthday, and their sex is complete with restraints, vibrators, and assplay (oh my!).
"'Hush, feel it, Ana. Don't be afraid.' His hands are now on my waist, holding me, but I can't concentrate on his hands, what's inside me, and the clamps, too. My body is building, building to an explosion—with the relentless vibrations and the sweet, sweet torture of my nipples. Holy hell. It will be too intense. His hands move from my hips, down and around, slick and oiled, touching, feeling, kneading my skin—kneading my behind."
Sex. We all have it (some more regularly than others), and we all have ideas of what it
