fifty-shades-of-grey

with ease, luxuriating in me, enjoying me, his lips slightly parted as his breathing increases.He twists his hips from side to side, and the feeling is exquisite.Oh my. I close my eyes, feeling the build up – that delicious, slow, step climbing build.Pushing me higher, higher to the castle in the air. Oh yes… his stroke increasing fractionally.I moan loudly. I am all sensation… all him, enjoying every thrust, every push that fillsme. And he picks up the pace, thrusting faster… harder… and my whole body is movingto his rhythm, and I can feel my legs stiffening, and my insides quivering and quickening.“Come on, baby, give it up for me,” he cajoles through gritted teeth – and the ferventneed in his voice – the strain – sends me over the edge.I cry out a wordless, passionate plea as I touch the sun and burn, falling around him,falling down, back to a breathless, bright summit on Earth. He slams into me and stopsabruptly as he reaches his climax, pulling at my wrists, and sinking gracefully and wordlesslyonto me.Wow... that was unexpected. I slowly materialize back on Earth.“What the hell are you doing to me?” he breathes as he nuzzles my neck. “You completelybeguile me, Ana. You weave some powerful magic.”He releases my wrists, and I run my fingers through his hair, coming down from myhigh. I tighten my legs around him.“I’m the one beguiled,” I whisper.He looks up, gazing at me, his expression is disconcerted, alarmed even. Placing hishands on either side of my face, he holds my head in place.“You. Are. Mine,” he says, each word a staccato. “Do you understand?”He’s so earnest, so impassioned – a zealot. The force of his plea is so unexpected anddisarming. I wonder why he’s feeling like this.“Yes, yours,” I whisper, derailed by his fervor.“Are you sure you have to go to Georgia?”I nod slowly. And in that brief moment, I can see his expression change and the shutterscoming down. Abruptly he withdraws, making me wince.“Are you sore?” he asks, leaning over me.“A little,” I confess.“I like you sore.” His eyes smolder. “Reminds you where I’ve been, and only me.”He grabs my chin and kisses me roughly, then stands and holds his hand out to help meup. I glance down at the foil packet beside me.“Always prepared,” I murmur.He looks at me confused as he redoes his fly. I hold up the empty packet.“A man can hope, Anastasia, dream even, and sometimes his dreams come true.”He sounds so odd, his eyes burning. I just don’t understand. My post coital glow isfading fast. What is his problem?“So, on your desk, that’s been a dream?” I ask dryly, trying humor to lighten the atmospherebetween us.He smiles an enigmatic smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, and I know immediately thisis not the first time he’s had sex on his desk. The thought is unwelcome. I squirm uncomfortablyas my post coital glow evaporates.“I’d better go and have a shower.” I stand and make to move past him.