fifty-shades-of-grey

“How do you make yourself come? I want to see.”I shake my head.“I don’t,” I mumble. He raises his eyebrows, astonished for a moment, and his eyesdarken, and he shakes his head in disbelief.“Well, we’ll have to see what we can do about that.” His voice is soft, challenging,a delicious sensual threat. He undoes the buttons of his jeans and slowly pulls his jeansdown, his eyes on mine the whole time. He leans down over me and, grasping each of myankles, quickly jerks my legs apart and crawls onto the bed between my legs. He hoversover me. I am squirming with need.“Keep still,” he murmurs, and then he leans down and kisses the inside of my thigh,trailing kisses up, over the thin lacy material of my panties, kissing me.Oh… I can’t keep still. How can I not move? I wriggle beneath him.“We’re going to have to work on keeping you still, baby.” He trails kisses up my belly,and his tongue dips into my navel. Still he’s heading north, kissing me across my torso.My skin is burning. I’m flushed, too hot, too cold, and I’m clawing at the sheet beneathme. He lay down beside me, and his hand trails up from my hip, to my waist, and up tomy breast. He gazes down at me, his expression unreadable, and gently cups my breast.“You fit my hand perfectly, Anastasia,” he murmurs and dips his index finger into thecup of my bra and gently yanks it down freeing my breast, but the under wire and fabric ofthe cup force it upward. His finger moves to my other breast and repeats the process. Mybreasts swell, and my nipples harden under his steady gaze. I am trussed-up by my ownbra.“Very nice,” he whispers appreciatively, and my nipples harden even more.He blows very gently on one as his hand moves to my other breast, and his thumbslowly rolls the end of my nipple, elongating it. I groan, feeling the sweet sensation all theway to my groin. I am so wet. Oh please, I beg internally as my fingers clasp the sheettighter. His lips close around my other nipple and he tugs, I nearly convulse.“Let’s see if we can make you come like this,” he whispers, continuing his slow, sensualassault. My nipples bear the delicious brunt of his deft fingers and lips, setting alightevery single nerve ending in my body so that my whole body sings with the sweet agony.He just doesn’t stop.“Oh… please,” I beg, and I pull my head back, my mouth open as I groan, my legsstiffening. Holy hell, what’s happening to me?“Let go, baby,” he murmurs. His teeth close round my nipple, and his thumb and fingerpull hard, and I fall apart in his hands, my body convulsing and shattering into a thousandpieces. He kisses me, deeply, his tongue in my mouth absorbing my cries.Oh my. That was extraordinary. Now I know what all the fuss is about. He gazesdown at me, a satisfied smile on his face, while I’m sure there’s nothing but gratitude andawe on mine.“You are very responsive,” he breathes. “You’re going to have to learn to control that,and it’s going to be so much fun teaching you how.” He kisses me again.My breathing is still ragged as I come down from my orgasm. His hand moves downmy waist, to my hips, and then cups me, intimately... Jeez. His finger slips through the fine