fifty-shades-of-grey

“Oh yes… please,” I breathe.He wraps his arms around me again and takes my hands once more, continuing thesensual caress across my sex, over my clitoris. His chest hair scrapes against me, his erectionpresses against me. Oh soon… please. He bites the nape of my neck, and I close myeyes, enjoying the myriad of sensations; my neck, my groin… the feel of him behind me.He stops abruptly and spins me around, circling my wrists with one hand, imprisoning myhands behind me, and pulling at my ponytail with the other. I am flush against him, and hekisses me wildly, ravaging my mouth with his. Holding, h me in place.His breathing is ragged, matching mine.“When did you start your period, Anastasia?” he asks out of the blue, gazing down atme.“Err... yesterday,” I mumble in my highly aroused state.“Good.” He releases me and turns me around.“Hold on to the sink,” he orders and pulls my hips back again, like he did in the playroom,so I’m bending down.He reaches between my legs and pulls on the blue string… what! And… a gently pullsmy tampon out and tosses it into the nearby toilet. Holy fuck. Sweet mother of all… Jeez.And then he’s inside me… ah! Skin against skin… moving slowly at first… easily, testingme, pushing me… oh my. I grip on to the sink, panting, forcing myself back on him, feelinghim inside me. Oh the sweet agony… his hands clasp my hips. He sets a punishingrhythm – in, out, and he reaches around and finds my clitoris, massaging me… oh jeez. Ican feel myself quicken.“That’s right, baby,” he rasps as he grinds into me, angling his hips, and it’s enough tosend me flying, flying high.Whoa… and I come, loudly, gripping for dear life onto the sink as I spiral down throughmy orgasm, everything spinning and clenching at once. He follows, clasping me tightly,his front on my back as he climaxes and calls my name like it’s a litany or a prayer.“Oh, Ana!” His breathing is ragged in my ear, in perfect synergy with mine. “Oh,baby, will I ever get enough of you?” he whispers.Will it always be like this? So overwhelming, so all-consuming, so bewildering andbeguiling. I wanted to talk, but now I’m spent and dazed from his lovemaking and wonderingif I will ever get enough of him?We sink slowly to the floor, and he wraps his arms around me, imprisoning me. I amcurled on his lap, my head against his chest, as we both calm. Very subtly, I inhale hissweet, intoxicating Christian scent. I must not nuzzle. I must not nuzzle. I repeat the mantrain my head – though I am so tempted to do so. I want to lift my hand and draw patternsin his chest hair with my fingertips… but I resist, knowing that he’ll hate it if I do. We areboth quiet, lost in our thoughts. I am lost in him… lost to him.I remember that I have my period.“I’m bleeding,” I murmur.“Doesn’t bother me,” he breathes.“I noticed.” I can’t keep the dryness out of my voice.He tenses slightly.“Does it bother you?” he asks softly.