fifty-shades-of-grey

“Come for me, Ana,” he whispers breathlessly, and I unravel at his words, explodingaround him as I climax and splinter into a million pieces underneath him. And as he comes,he calls out my name, thrusting hard, then stilling as he empties himself into me.I am still panting, trying to slow my breathing, my thumping heart, and my thoughtsare in riotous disarray. Wow… that was astounding. I open my eyes, and he has his foreheadpressed against mine, his eyes closed, his breathing ragged. Christian’s eyes flickeropen and gaze down at me, dark but soft. He’s still inside me. Leaning down, he gentlypresses a kiss against my forehead then slowly pulls out of me.“Ooh.” I wince at the unfamiliarity.“Did I hurt you?” Christian asks as he lies down beside me propped on one elbow. Hetucks a stray strand of my hair behind my ear. And I have to grin, widely.“You are asking me if you hurt me?”“The irony is not lost on me,” he smiles sardonically. “Seriously, are you okay?” Hiseyes are intense, probing, demanding even.I stretch out beside him, feeling loose-limbed, my bones like jelly, but I’m relaxed,deeply relaxed. I grin at him. I can’t stop grinning. Now I know what all the fuss is about.Two orgasms… coming apart at the seams, like the spin cycle on a washing machine, wow.I had no idea what my body was capable of, could be wound so tightly and released soviolently, so gratifyingly. The pleasure was indescribable.“You’re biting your lip, and you haven’t answered me.” He’s frowning. I grin up athim impishly. He looks glorious with his tousled hair, burning narrowed gray eyes, andserious, dark expression.“I’d like to do that again,” I whisper. For a moment, I think I see a fleeting look ofrelief on his face, before the shutters come down, and he gazes at me through hooded eyes.“Would you now, Miss Steele?” he murmurs dryly. He leans down and kisses me verygently at the corner of my mouth. “Demanding little thing aren’t you. Turn on your front.”I blink at him momentarily, and then I turn over. He unhooks my bra and runs his handdown my back to my behind.“You really have the most beautiful skin,” he murmurs. He shifts so that one of his legspushes between mine, and he’s half lying across my back. I can feel the buttons of his shirtpressing into me as he gathers my hair off my face and kisses my bare shoulder.“Why are you wearing your shirt?” I ask. He stills. After a beat, he shuffles out ofhis shirt, and he lies back down on me. I feel his warm skin against mine. Hmm… it feelsheavenly. He has a light dusting of hair across his chest, which tickles my back.“So you want me to fuck you again?” he whispers in my ear, and he begins to trailfeather light kisses around my ear and down my neck.His hand moves down, skimming my waist, over my hip, and down my thigh to theback of my knee. He pushes my knee up higher, and my breath hitches… oh my, what’she doing now? He shifts so he’s between my legs, pressed against my back, and his handtravels up my thigh to my behind. He caresses my cheek slowly, and then trails his fingersdown between my legs.“I’m going to take you from behind, Anastasia,” he murmurs, and with his other hand,he grasps my hair at the nape in a fist and pulls gently, holding me in place. I cannot movemy head. I am pinioned beneath him, helpless.