fifty-shades-of-grey

“But at what personal cost? I’m tied up in knots here.”“I like you tied up in knots,” he smirks.“That’s not what I meant!” I splash him in exasperation.He gazes down at me, arching an eyebrow.“Did you just splash me?”“Yes.” Holy shit… that look.“Oh, Miss Steele.” He grabs me and pulls me onto his lap, sloshing water all over thefloor. “I think we’ve done enough talking for now.”He clasps his hands on either side of my head and kisses me. Deeply. Possessingmy mouth. Angling my head… controlling me. I moan against his lips. This is what helikes. This is what he’s so good at. Everything ignites inside me and my fingers are in hishair, holding him to me, and I’m kissing him back and saying I want you too the only wayI know how. He groans, shifting me so I’m astride him, kneeling over him, his erectionbeneath me. He pulls back and looks at me, his eyes hooded, glowing and lustful. I dropmy hands to grab on to the edge of the bath but he grips both my wrists and pulls my handsbehind my back, holding them together in one hand.“I’m going to have you now,” he whispers and lifts me so that I’m hovering over him.“Ready?” he breathes.“Yes,” I whisper, and he eases me on to him, slowly, exquisitely slowly… filling me…watching me as he takes me.I groan, closing my eyes, and I revel in the sensation, the stretching fullness. He flexeshis hips, and I gasp, leaning forward, resting my forehead against his.“Please let my hands go,” I whisper.“Don’t touch me,” he pleads, and releasing my wrists, he grabs my hips.Clasping the bath ledge, I move up and then down slowly, opening my eyes to gaze athim. He’s watching me. His mouth open slightly, his breathing halted, stilted – his tonguebetween his teeth. He looks so… hot. We’re wet and slippery and moving against eachother. I lean down and kiss him. He closes his eyes. Tentatively, I bring my hands up tohis head and run my fingers through his hair, not taking my lips from his mouth. This isallowed. He likes this. I like this. And we move together. I tug his hair, tipping his headback and deepen the kiss, riding him – faster, picking up the rhythm. I moan against hismouth. He starts to lift me faster, faster… holding my hips. Kissing me back. We are wetmouths and tongues, tangled hair, and moving hips. All sensation… all consuming again.I am close… I am starting to recognize this delicious tightening… quickening. And thewater… it’s swirling around us, our own whirlpool, a stirring vortex as our movementsbecome more frantic… sloshing everywhere, mirroring what’s happening inside me… andI just don’t care.I love this man. I love his passion, the effect I have on him. I love that he’s flown sofar to see me. I love that he cares about me… he cares. It’s so unexpected, so fulfilling.He is mine, and I am his.“That’s right, baby,” he breathes.And I come, my orgasm ripping through me, a turbulent, passionate, apogee that devoursme whole. And suddenly Christian crushes me to him… his arms wrapped aroundmy back as he finds his release.