fifty-shades-of-grey

He stops and reaches for a washcloth as I pant against him, wanting… needing. Myhands rest on his firm, muscular thighs. Squirting more soap on to the washcloth, he leansdown and washes between my legs. I hold my breath. His fingers skillfully stimulatingme through the cloth, it’s heavenly, and my hips start moving at their own rhythm, pushingagainst his hand. As the sensations take over, I tilt my head back, my eyes rolling to theback of my head, my mouth slack, and I groan. The pressure is building slowly, inexorablyinside me … oh my.“Feel it, baby,” Christian whispers in my ear and very gently grazes my earlobe withhis teeth. “Feel it for me.” My legs are pinioned by his to the side of the bath, holding meprisoner, giving him easy access to this most private part of myself.“Oh… please,” I whisper. I try to stiffen my legs as my body goes rigid. I am in asexual thrall to this man, and he doesn’t let me move.“I think you’re clean enough now,” he murmurs, and he stops. What! No! No! No!My breathing is ragged.“Why are you stopping?” I gasp.“Because I have other plans for you Anastasia.”What… oh my… but… I was… that’s not fair.“Turn around. I need washing, too,” he murmurs.Oh! Turning to face him, I’m shocked to find he has his erection firmly in his grasp.My mouth drops open.“I want you to become well acquainted, on first name terms if you will, with my favoriteand most cherished part of my body. I’m very attached to this.”It’s so big and growing. His erection is above the water line, the water lapping at hiships. I glance up at him and come face to face with his wicked grin. He’s enjoying myastounded expression. I realize that I’m staring. I swallow. That was inside me! It doesn’tseem possible. He wants me to touch him. Hmm… okay, bring it on.I smile at him and reach for the body wash, squirting some soap onto my hand. I do ashe’s done, lathering the soap in my hands until they are foamy. I do not take my eyes offhis. My lips are parted to accommodate my breathing… very deliberately I gently bite mybottom lip and then run my tongue across it, tracing where my teeth have been. His eyesare serious and dark, and they widen as my tongue skims my lower lip. I reach forwardand place one of my hands around him, mirroring how he’s holding himself. His eyes closebriefly. Wow… feels much firmer than I expect. I squeeze, and he places his hand overmine.“Like this,” he whispers, and he moves his hand up and down with a firm grip roundmy fingers, and my fingers tighten around him. He closes his eyes again, and his breathhitches in his throat. When he opens them again, his gaze is scorching molten gray. “That’sright, baby.”He releases my hand, leaving me to continue alone, and closes his eyes as I moveup and down his length. He flexes his hips slightly into my hand and reflexively I grasphim tighter. A low groan escapes from deep within his throat. Fuck my mouth… hmm. Iremember him pushing his thumb in my mouth and asking me to suck, hard. His mouthdrops open slightly as his breathing increases. I lean forward, while he has his eyes closed,and place my lips around him and tentatively suck, running my tongue over the tip.