fifty-shades-of-grey

I obey immediately, and my breasts rise and push into his hands, my nipples hardeningfurther. My fingers weave into his hair, and very gently I tug his soft, sexy hair. I roll myhead to one side to give him easier access to my neck.“Mmm… ” he murmurs into that space behind my ear, as he starts to extend my nippleswith his long fingers, mirroring my hands in his hair.I groan as the sensation registers sharp and clear in my groin.“Shall I make you come this way?” he whispers.I arch my back to force my breasts into his expert hands.“You like this, don’t you, Miss Steele?”“Mmm… ”“Tell me.” He continues the slow sensuous torture, pulling gently.“Yes.”“Yes, what.”“Yes… Sir.”“Good girl.” He pinches me hard, and my body writhes convulsively against his front.I gasp at the exquisite, acute, pleasure/pain. I feel him against me. I moan and myhands clench in his hair pulling harder.“I don’t think you’re ready to come yet,” he whispers, stilling his hands, and he gentlybites my earlobe and tugs at it. “Besides, you have displeased me.”Oh… no, what will this mean? My brain registers through the fog of needy desire asI groan.“So perhaps I won’t let you come after all.” He returns the attention of his fingers to mynipples, pulling, twisting, kneading. I grind my behind against him… moving side to side.I feel his grin against my neck as his hands move down to my hips. His fingers hookinto my panties at the back, stretching them, and he pushes his thumbs through the material,shredding them and tossing them in front of me so I can see… holy shit. His handsmove down to my sex… and from behind, he slowly inserts his finger.“Oh, yes. My sweet girl is all ready,” he breathes as he whirls me round so I’m facinghim. His breathing has quickened. He puts his finger in his mouth. “You taste so fine, MissSteele.” He sighs. “Undress me,” he commands quietly, staring down at me, eyes hooded.All I’m wearing is my shoes, well, Kate’s high-heeled pumps. I’m taken aback. I’venever undressed a man.“You can do it,” he cajoles softly.Oh my. I blink rapidly. Where to start? I reach for his t-shirt, and he grabs my handsand shakes his head, smiling slyly at me.“Oh no.” He shakes his head, grinning. “Not the t-shirt, you may need to touch me forwhat I have planned.” His eyes are alive with excitement.Oh… this is news… I can touch with clothes. He takes one of my hands and places itagainst his erection.“This is the effect you have on me, Miss Steele.”I gasp and flex my fingers around his girth, and he grins.“I want to be inside you. Take my jeans off. You’re in charge.”Holy fuck… me in charge. My mouth drops open.“What are you going to do with me?” he teases.