fifty-shades-of-grey

Oh my. I can barely contain myself, lying helpless, watching him move gracefullyaround my room, it’s a heady aphrodisiac. Slowly, almost leisurely, he removes his shoesand socks, undoes his pants, and lifts his shirt off over his head.“I think you’ve seen too much,” he chuckles slyly. He sits astride me again, pulls myt-shirt up, and I think he’s going to take it off me, but he rolls it up to my neck and thenpulls it up over my head so he can see my mouth and my nose, but it covers my eyes. Andbecause it’s folded over – I cannot see a thing through it.“Mmm,” he breathes appreciatively. “This just gets better and better. I’m going to geta drink.”Leaning down, he kisses me, his lips tender against mine, and his weight shifts off thebed. I hear the quiet creak of the bedroom door. Get a drink. Where? Here? Portland?Seattle? I strain to hear him. I can make out low rumblings, and I know he’s talking toKate – oh no… he’s practically naked. What’s she going to say? I hear a faint poppingsound. What’s that? He returns, the door creaking once more, his feet padding across thebedroom floor, and ice tinkling against glass as it swirls in liquid. What kind of drink? Heshuts the door and shuffles around removing his pants. They drop to the floor, and I knowhe’s naked. He sits astride me again.“Are you thirsty, Anastasia?” he asks, his voice teasing“Yes,” I breathe, because my mouth is suddenly parched. I hear the ice clink againstthe glass, and he puts it down again and leans down and kisses me, pouring a deliciouscrisp, liquid into my mouth as he does. It’s white wine. It’s so unexpected, hot, though it’schilled, and Christian’s lips are cool.“More?” he whispers.I nod. It tastes all the more divine because it’s been in his mouth. He leans down, andI drink another mouthful from his lips… oh my.“Let’s not go too far, we know your capacity for alcohol is limited, Anastasia.”I can’t help it. I grin, and he leans down to deliver another delicious mouthful. Heshifts so he’s lying beside me, his erection at my hip. Oh, I want him inside me.“Is this nice?” he asks, but I hear the edge in his voice.I tense. He moves the glass again and leans down, kissing me and depositing a smallshard of ice in my mouth with a little wine. He slowly and leisurely trails chilled kissesdown the center of my body, from the base of my throat, between my breasts, down mytorso, and to my belly. He pops a fragment of ice in my navel in a pool of cool, cold wine.It burns all the way down to the depths of my belly. Wow.“Now you have to keep still,” he whispers. “If you move, Anastasia, you’ll get wineall over the bed.”My hips flex automatically.“Oh no. If you spill the wine, I will punish you, Miss Steele.”I groan and desperately fight the urge to tilt my hips, pulling on my restraint. Oh no…please.With one finger, he pulls down my bra cups in turn, my breasts pushed up, exposed andvulnerable. Leaning down, he kisses and tugs at each of my nipples in turn with cool, coldlips. I fight my body as it tries to arch in response.“How nice is this?” he breathes, blowing on one of my nipples.