fifty-shades-of-grey

“You are mine,” he whispers. “Only mine. Don’t forget it.” His voice is intoxicating,his words heady, seductive. I feel his growing erection against my thigh.His long fingers reach round to gently massage my clitoris, circling slowly. His breathis soft against my face as he slowly nips me along my jaw.“You smell divine,” he nuzzles behind my ear. His hand rubs against me, round andround. Reflexively, my hips start to circle, mirroring his hand, as excruciating pleasurespikes through my blood like adrenaline.“Keep still,” he orders, his voice soft but urgent, and slowly he inserts his thumb insideme, rotating it round and round, stroking the front wall of my vagina. The effect is mindblowing– all my energy concentrating on this one small space inside my body. I moan.“You like this?” he asks softly, his teeth grazing my outer ear, and he starts to flex histhumb slowly, in, out, in, out… his fingers still circling.I close my eyes, trying to keep my breathing under control, trying to absorb the disordered,chaotic sensations that his fingers are unleashing on me, fire coursing through mybody. I moan again.“You’re so wet, so quickly. So responsive. Oh, Anastasia, I like that. I like that a lot,”he whispers.I want to stiffen my legs, but I can’t move. He’s pinning me down, keeping up aconstant, slow, tortuous rhythm. It’s absolutely exquisite. I moan again, and he movessuddenly.“Open your mouth,” he commands and thrusts his thumb in my mouth. My eyes flyopen, blinking wildly.“See how you taste,” he breathes against my ear. “Suck me, baby.” His thumb presseson my tongue, and my mouth closes round him, sucking wildly. I taste the saltiness on histhumb and the faint metallic tang of blood. Holy fuck. This is wrong, but holy hell is iterotic.“I want to fuck your mouth, Anastasia, and I will soon,” his voice is hoarse, raw, hisbreathing more disjointed.Fuck my mouth! I moan, and I bite down on him. He gasps, and he pulls my hairtighter, painfully, so I release him.“Naughty, sweet girl,” he whispers, and then reaches over to the bedside table for a foilpacket. “Stay still, don’t move,” he orders as he releases my hair.He rips the foil while I’m breathing hard, my blood singing in my veins. The anticipationis exhilarating. He leans down, his weight on me again, and he grabs my hair holdingmy head immobile. I cannot move. I’m enticingly ensnared by him, and he’s poised andready to take me once more.“We’re going to go real, slow this time, Anastasia,” he breathes.And slowly he eases into me, slowly, slowly, until he’s buried in me. Stretching, filling,relentless. I groan loudly. It feels deeper this time, delectable. I groan again, and hedeliberately circles his hips and pulls back, pauses a beat, and then eases his way back in.He repeats this motion again and again. It’s driving me insane – his teasing, deliberatelyslow thrusts, and the intermittent feeling of fullness is overwhelming.