fifty-shades-of-grey

I groan.“Tit for tat is not my usual style, Miss Steele,” he whispers as he gently blows up anddown me. “But you’ve pleased me today, and you should be rewarded.” I hear the wickedgrin in his voice, and while my body is singing from his words, his tongue starts to slowlycircle my clitoris as his hands hold down my thighs.“Aargh!” I moan as my body bows and convulses at the touch of his tongue.He swirls his tongue round and round, again and again, keeping up the torture. I’mlosing all sense of self, every atom of my being concentrating hard on that small, potentpowerhouse at the apex of my thighs. My legs go rigid, and he slips his finger inside me,and I hear his growling groan.“Oh, baby. I love that you’re so wet for me.”He moves his finger in a wide circle, stretching me, pulling at me, his tongue mirroringhis actions, round and round, I groan. It is too much… My body begs for relief, and I canno longer deny it. I let go, losing all cogent thought as my orgasm seizes me, wringing myinsides again and again. Holy fuck. I cry out, and the world dips and disappears from viewas the force of my climax renders everything null and void.I am panting and vaguely hear the rip of foil. Very slowly he eases into me and startsto move. Oh… my. The feeling is sore and sweet, and bold and gentle all at once.“How’s this?” he breathes.“Fine. Good,” I breathe. And he really starts to move, fast, hard, and large, thrustinginto me over and over, implacable, pushing me and pushing me until I am close to the edgeagain. I whimper.“Come for me, baby.” His voice is harsh, hard, raw at my ear, and I explode around himas he pounds rapidly into me.“Thank fuck,” he whispers, and he thrusts hard once more and groans as he reaches hisclimax, pressing himself into me. Then he stills, his body rigid.Collapsing on top of me, I feel his full weight forcing me into the mattress. I pull mytied hands over his neck and hold him the best I can. I know in that moment that I woulddo anything for this man. I am his. The wonder that he’s introduced me to, it’s beyondanything I could have imagined. And he wants to take it further, so much further, to a placeI can’t, in my innocence, even imagine. Oh… what to do?He leans up on his elbows and stares down at me, gray eyes intense.“See how good we are together,” he murmurs. “If you give yourself to me, it will beso much better. Trust me, Anastasia, I can take you places you don’t even know exist.”His words echo my thoughts. He strokes his nose against mine. I am still reeling from myextraordinary physical reaction to him, and I gaze up at him blankly, grasping for a coherentthought.Suddenly we both become aware of voices in the hall outside his bedroom door. Ittakes a moment to process what I can hear.“But if he’s still in bed, then he must be ill. He’s never in bed at this time. Christiannever sleeps in.”“Mrs. Grey, please.”“Taylor. You cannot keep me from my son.”“Mrs. Grey, he’s not alone.”