fifty-shades-of-grey

“Yeah,” he challenges. “Got the picture.” He glares at me. I nod frantically. I had noidea I could affect him so.“Good.” He reaches forward and takes my iPod out of the breast pocket, and he putsit by the sink.“Water and iPods – not a clever combination,” he mutters. He reaches down, graspsthe hem of my white shirt, lifts it above my head, and discards it on the floor.He stands back to gaze at me. I’m naked for heaven’s sake. I flush crimson and staredown at my hands, level with the base of my belly, and I desperately want to disappear intothe hot water and foam, but I know he won’t want that.“Hey,” he summons me. I peek up at him, and his head is cocked to one side. “Anastasia,you’re a very beautiful woman, the whole package. Don’t hang your head like you’reashamed. You have nothing to be ashamed of, and it’s a real joy to stand here and gaze atyou.” He takes my chin in his hand and tilts my head up to reach his eyes. They are softand warm, heated even. Oh my. He’s so close. I could just reach up and touch him.“You can sit down now.” He halts my scattered thoughts, and I scoot down into thewarm, welcoming water. Ooh… it stings. Which takes me by surprise, but it smells heavenlytoo, and the initial smarting pain soon ebbs away. I lie back and briefly close my eyes,relaxing in the soothing warmth. When I open them, he is gazing down at me.“Why don’t you join me?” I ask, bravely I think – my voice husky.“I think I will. Move forward,” he orders.He strips out of his PJ pants and climbs in behind me. The water rises as he sits andpulls me against his chest. He places his long legs over mine, his knees bent and his ankleslevel with mine, and he pulls his feet apart, opening my legs. I gasp in surprise. His noseis in my hair and he inhales deeply.“You smell so good, Anastasia.”A tremor runs through my whole body. I am naked, in a bath with Christian Grey.He’s naked. If someone had told me I’d be doing this when I woke up in his hotel suiteyesterday, I would not have believed them.He reaches for a bottle of body wash from the built-in shelf beside the bath and squirtssome into his hand. He rubs his hands together, creating a soft, foaming lather, and hecloses his hands around my neck and starts to rub the soap into my neck and shoulders,massaging firmly with his long, strong fingers. I groan. His hands on me feel good.“You like that?” I hear his smile.“Hmm.”He moves down my arms, then under them to my underarms washing gently. I’m soglad Kate insisted I shave. His hands glide across to my breasts, and I inhale sharply ashis fingers encircle them and start kneading gently, taking no prisoners. My body bowsinstinctively, pushing my breasts into his hands. My nipples are tender. Very tender, nodoubt from his less-than-delicate treatment of them last night. He doesn’t linger long andglides his hands down to my stomach and belly. My breathing increases, and my heart isracing. His growing erection presses against my behind. It’s such a turn-on knowing thatit’s my body making him feel this way. Ha… not your mind. My subconscious sneers. Ishake off the unwelcome thought.