ting pleasure from me.
“Oh, Ana,” he scolds. “You came.” His voice is soft with his triumphant
reprimand. He flips me onto my front, and I shakily support myself on my
forearms. He smacks me hard on my behind.
“Ah!” I cry out.
“Control,” he admonishes, and grabbing my hips he thrusts himself into me. I
cry out again, my flesh still quivering from the aftershocks of my orgasm. He
stills while deep inside me and, leaning over, unclips first one, then the
second cuff. He wraps his arm around me and pulls me into his lap, his front
to my back, and his hand curls beneath my chin around my throat. I revel in
the feeling of fullness.
“Move,” he orders.
I moan and rise up and down on his lap.
“Faster,” he whispers.
And I move faster and faster. He groans and his hand tips my head back as
he nibbles my neck. His other hand tra一vels leisurely across my body, from my
hip, down to my sex, down to my clitoris . . . still sensitive from his earlier
la一vish attention. I whimper as his fingers close around me, teasing me once
more.
“Yes, Ana,” he rasps softly in my ear. “You are mine. Only you.”
“Yes,” I breathe as my body tightens again, closing around him, cradling him
in the most intimate way.
“Come for me,” he demands.
And I let go, my body obediently following his command. He holds me still as
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“Oh, Ana, I love you,” he groans and follows my lead as he bucks into me,
finding his own release.
He kisses my shoulder and smoothes my hair from my face. “Does that
make the list, Mrs. Grey?” he murmurs. I am lying, barely conscious, flat on
my belly on our bed. Christian gently kneads my backside. He’s propped up
beside me on one elbow.
“Hmm.”
“Is that a yes?”
“Hmm.” I smile.
He grins and kisses me again, and reluctantly I roll on my side to face him.
“Well?” he asks.
“Yes. It makes the list. But it’s a long list.”
His face nearly splits in two, and he leans forward to kiss me gently.
“Good. Shall we h
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