fifty-shades-of-grey

“Whoa… Ana.” His eyes fly open, and I suck harder.Hmm… he’s soft and hard at once, like steel encased in velvet, and surprisingly tasty– salty and smooth.“Christ,” he groans, and he closes his eyes again.Moving down, I push him into my mouth. He groans again. Ha! My inner goddessis thrilled. I can do this. I can fuck him with my mouth. I twirl my tongue around the tipagain, and he flexes his hips. His eyes are open now, blistering with heat. His teeth areclenched as he flexes again, and I push him deeper into my mouth, supporting myself onhis thighs. I feel his legs tense beneath my hands. He reaches up and grabs my pigtailsand starts to really move.“Oh… baby… that feels good,” he murmurs. I suck harder, flicking my tongue acrossthe head of his impressive erection. Wrapping my teeth behind my lips, I clamp my moutharound him. His breath hisses between his teeth, and he groans.“Jesus. How far can you go?” he whispers.Hmm… I pull him deeper into my mouth so I can feel him at the back of my throat andthen to the front again. My tongue swirls around the end. He’s my very own ChristianGrey flavor popsicle. I suck harder and harder, pushing him deeper and deeper, swirlingmy tongue round and round. Hmm… I had no idea giving pleasure could be such a turn-on,watching him writhe subtly with carnal longing. My inner goddess is doing the merenguewith some salsa moves.“Anastasia, I’m going to come in your mouth,” his breathy tone is warning. “If youdon’t want me to, stop now.” He flexes his hips again, his eyes are wide, wary, and filledwith salacious need – need for me. Need for my mouth... oh my.Holy crap. His hands are really gripping my hair. I can do this. I push even harderand, in a moment of extraordinary confidence, I bare my teeth. It tips him over the edge.He cries out and stills, and I can feel warm, salty liquid oozing down my throat. I swallowquickly. Ugh… I’m not sure about this. But one look at him, and he’s come apart in thebath because of me, and I don’t care. I sit back and watch him, a triumphant, gloating smiletugging at the corners of my lips. His breathing is ragged. Opening his eyes, he glares atme.“Don’t you have a gag reflex?” he asks, astonished. “Christ, Ana… that was… good,really good, unexpected though.” He frowns. “You know, you never cease to amaze me.”I smile and consciously bite my lip. He eyes me speculatively.“Have you done that before?”“No.” And I can’t help the small tinge of pride in my denial.“Good,” he says complacently and, I think, relieved. “Yet another first, Miss Steele.”He looks appraisingly at me. “Well, you get an A in oral skills. Come, let’s go to bed, Iowe you an orgasm.”Orgasm! Another one!Quickly, he clambers out of the bath, giving me my first full glimpse of the Adonis, divinelyformed, that is Christian Grey. My inner goddess has stopped dancing and is staringtoo, mouth open and drooling slightly. His erection tamed, but still substantial… wow. Hewraps a small towel around his waist, covering the essentials, and holds out a larger fluffywhite towel for me. Climbing out of the bath, I take his proffered hand. He wraps me in