fifty-shades-of-grey

I hear another clink of ice, and then I can feel it round my right nipple as he tugs the leftone with his lips. I moan, struggling not to move. It’s sweet, agonizing torture.“If you spill the wine, I won’t let you come,”“Oh… please… Christian… Sir… Please.” He’s driving me insane. I hear him smile.The ice in my navel is melting. I am beyond warm – warm and chilled and wanting.Wanting him, inside me. Now.His cool fingers trail languidly across my belly. My skin is oversensitive, my hips flexautomatically, and the now warmer liquid from my navel seeps over my belly. Christianmoves quickly, lapping it up with his tongue, kissing, biting me softly, sucking.“Oh dear, Anastasia, you moved. What am I going to do to you?”I’m panting loudly. All I can concentrate on is his voice and his touch. Nothing elseis real. Nothing else matters, nothing else registers on my radar. His fingers slip into mypanties, and I’m rewarded with his unguarded sharp intake of air.“Oh, baby,” he murmurs and he pushes two fingers inside me.I gasp.“Ready for me so soon,” he says. He moves his fingers tantalizingly slowly, in, out,and I push against him, tilting my hips up.“You are a greedy girl,” he scolds softly, and his thumb circles my clitoris and thenpresses down.I groan loudly as my body bucks beneath his expert fingers. He reaches up and pushesthe t-shirt over my head so I can see him as I blink in the soft light of my sidelight. I longto touch him.“I want to touch you,” I breathe.“I know,” he murmurs. He leans down and kisses me, his fingers still moving rhythmicallyinside me, his thumb circling and pressing. His other hand scoops my hair off myhead and holds my head in place. His tongue mirrors the actions of his fingers, claimingme. My legs begin to stiffen as I push against his hand. He gentles his hand, so I’mbrought back from the brink. He does this again and again. It’s so frustrating… Oh pleaseChristian, I scream in my head.“This is your punishment, so close and yet so far. Is this nice?” he breathes in my ear.I whimper, exhausted, pulling against my restraint. I’m helpless, lost in an erotic torment.“Please,” I beg, and he finally takes pity on me.“How shall I fuck you, Anastasia?”Oh… my body starts to quiver. He stills again.“Please.”“What do you want, Anastasia?”“You… now,” I cry.“Shall I fuck you this way, or this way, or this way? There’s an endless choice,” hebreathes against my lips. He withdraws his hand and reaches over to the bedside table for afoil packet. He kneels up between my legs, and very slowly he pulls my panties off, staringdown at me, his eyes gleaming. He puts on the condom. I watch fascinated, mesmerized.“How nice is this?” he says as he strokes himself.“I meant it as a joke,” I whimper. Please fuck me, Christian.He raises his eyebrows as his hand moves up and down his impressive length.