fifty-shades-of-grey

No! The bed shifts, and he kneels between my legs. He leans toward the bedpost, andthe cuff on my ankle is suddenly gone. I pull my leg to the middle of the bed… resting itagainst him. He leans over to the opposite post and frees my other leg. His hands travelquickly down both my legs, squeezing and kneading, bringing life back into them. Then,grasping my hips, he lifts me so that my back is no longer on the bed. I am arched, restingon my shoulders. What? He’s kneeling up between my legs… and in one swift, slammingmove he’s inside me… oh fuck… and I cry out again. The quiver of my impending orgasmbegins, and he stills. The quiver dies… oh no… he’s going to torture me further.“Please!” I wail.He grips me harder… in warning? I don’t know, his fingers digging into the flesh ofmy behind as I lay panting… so I purposefully still. Very slowly, he starts to move again…out and then in… agonizingly slowly. Holy fuck – Please! I’m screaming inside… And asthe number of voices in the choral piece increases… so does his pace, infinitesimally, he’sso controlled… so in time with the music. And I can no longer bear it.“Please,” I beg, and in one swift move, he lowers me back onto the bed, and he’s lyingon top of me, his hands on the bed beside my breasts as he supports his weight, and hethrusts into me,.as A the music reaches its climax, I fall… free fall… into the most intense,agonizing orgasm I have ever had, and Christian follows me… thrusting hard into me, threemore times… finally stilling, then collapsing on top of me.As my consciousness returns from wherever it’s been, Christian pulls out of me. Themusic has stopped, and I can feel him stretch across my body as he undoes the cuff on myright wrist. I groan as my hand is freed. He quickly frees my other hand, gently pulls themask from my eyes, and removes the ear buds. I blink in the dim soft light and stare upinto his intense gray gaze.“Hi,” he murmurs.“Hi, yourself,” I breathe shyly back at him. His lips quirk up into a smile, and he leansdown and kisses me softly.“Well done, you,” he whispers. “Turn over.”Holy fuck – what’s he going to do now? His eyes soften.“I’m just going to rub your shoulders.”“Oh… okay.”I roll stiffly onto my front. I am so tired. Christian sits astride me and starts to massagemy shoulders. I groan loudly – he has such strong, knowing fingers. Leaning down,he kisses my head.“What was that music?” I mumble almost inarticulately.“It’s called Spem In Alium, or the Forty Part Motet, by Thomas Tallis.”“It was… overwhelming.”“I’ve always wanted to fuck to it.”“Not another first, Mr. Grey?”“Indeed, Miss Steele.”I groan again as his fingers work their magic on my shoulders.“Well, it’s the first time I’ve fucked to it, too,” I murmur sleepily.“Hmm… you and I, we’re giving each other many firsts.” His voice is matter-of-fact.“What did I say to you in my sleep, Ch – err, Sir?”