yes fixed on mine, he stands, takes a foil
packet out of his pocket, and tosses it at me, then removes
his jeans and boxers in one swift motion.
I rip the packet open greedily, and when he lies beside
me again, I slowly roll the condom on to him. He grabs
both my hands and rolls on to his back.
“You. On top,” he orders, pulling me astride him. “I
want to see you.”
Oh.
He guides me, and hesitantly I ease myself down onto
him. He closes his eyes and flexes his hips to meet me,
filling me, stretching me, his mouth forming a perfect O as
he exhales.
Oh, that feels so good—possessing him, possessing
me.
He holds my hands, and I don’t know if it’s to steady
me or keep me from touching him, even though I ha一ve my
road map.
“You feel so good,” he murmurs.
I rise again, heady with the power I ha一ve over him,
watching Christian Grey slowly coming apart beneath me.
He lets go of my hands and grabs my hips, and I place my
hands on his arms. He thrusts into me sharply, causing me
hands on his arms. He thrusts into me sharply, causing me
to cry out.
“That’s right, baby, feel me,” he says, his voice
strained.
I tip my head back and do exactly that. This is what he
does so well.
I move—countering his rhythm in perfect symmetry—
numbing all thought and reason. I am just sensation lost in
this void of pleasure. Up and down . . . again and
again . . . Oh yes . . . Opening my eyes, I stare down at
him, my breathing ragged, and he’s staring back at me,
eyes blazing.
“My Ana,” he mouths.
“Yes,” I rasp. “Always.”
He groans loudly, closing his eyes again, tipping his
head back. Oh my . . . Seeing Christian undone is enough
to seal my fate, and I come audibly, exhaustingly, spinning
down and around, collapsing on top of him.
“Oh, baby,” he groans as he finds his release, holding
me still and letting go.
me still and letting go.
My head is on his chest in the no-go area, my cheek
nestled against the springy hair on his sternum. I am
panting, glowing, and I resist the urge to pucker my lips
a
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