“You’re going to unman me, Ana,” he whispers
suddenly, breaking away from me and kneeling up. He
briskly pulls down his jeans and hands me a foil packet.
“You want me, baby, and I sure as hell want you. You
“You want me, baby, and I sure as hell want you. You
know what to do.”
With anxious, dexterous fingers, I rip open the foil and
unroll the condom over him. He grins down at me, his
mouth open, eyes misty gray and full of carnal promise.
Leaning over me, he rubs his nose against mine, his eyes
closed, and deliciously, slowly, he enters me.
I grasp his arms and tilt my chin up, reveling in the
exquisitely full feeling of his possession. He runs his teeth
along my chin, eases back, and then slides into me again—
so slow, so sweet, so tender—his body pressing down on
me, his elbows and his hands on either side of my face.
“You make me forget everything. You are the best
therapy,” he breathes, moving at an achingly leisurely pace,
sa一voring every inch of me.
“Please, Christian—faster,” I murmur, wanting more,
now.
“Oh no, baby. I need this slow.” He kisses me sweetly,
gently biting my lower lip and absorbing my soft moans.
I move my hands into his hair and surrender myself to
I move my hands into his hair and surrender myself to
his rhythm as slowly and surely my body climbs higher and
higher and plateaus, then falls hard and fast as I come
around him.
“Oh, Ana,” he breathes as he lets go, my name a
benediction on his lips as he finds his release.
His head rests on my belly, his arms wrapped around me.
My fingers forage in his unruly hair, and we lie like this for
I don’t know how long. It’s so late and I am so tired, but I
just want to enjoy the quiet serene after-glow of making
love with Christian Grey, because that’s what we’ve done,
gentle, sweet lovemaking.
He’s come a long way, as ha一ve I, in such a short time.
It’s almost too much to absorb. With all the fucked-up
stuff, I am losing sight of his simple, honest journey with
me.
“I will never get enough of you. D
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