hard, rolling and twisting them between my fingers. I
moan.
“Open your eyes.”
I blink up at him.
“Again. I want to see you. See you enjoy your touch.”
Oh fuck. I repeat the process. This is so . . . erotic.
“Hands. Lower.”
I squirm.
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“Keep still, Ana. Absorb the pleasure. Lower.” His voice is low and husky,
tempting and beguiling at once.
“You do it,” I whisper.
“Oh, I will—soon. You. Lower. Now.” Christian, exuding sensuality, runs his
tongue along his teeth Holy fuck . . . I writhe, pulling on the restraints.
He shakes his head, slowly. “Still.” He rests his hands on my knees, holding
me in place. “Come on, Ana—lower.”
My hands glide over my stomach down over my belly.
“Lower,” he mouths, and he is carnality personified.
“Christian, please.”
His hands glide down from my knees, skimming my thighs, toward my sex.
“Come on, Ana. Touch yourself.”
My left hand skims over my sex, and I rub in a slow circle, my mouth an O as I
pant.
“Again,” he whispers.
I groan louder and repeat the move and tip my head back, gasping.
“Again.”
I moan loudly, and Christian inhales sharply. Grabbing my hands, he bends
down, running his nose then his tongue back and forth at the apex of my
thighs.
“Ah!”
I want to touch him, but when I try to move my hands, his fingers tighten
around my wrists.
“I’ll restrain these, too. Keep still.”
I groan. He releases me then eases his middle two fingers inside me, the
heel of his hand resting against my clitoris.
“I’m going to make you come quickly, Ana. Ready?”
“Yes,” I pant.
He starts to move his fingers, his hand, up and down, rapidly, assaulting both
that sweet spot inside me and my clitoris at the same time. Ah! The feeling is
intense—really intense. Pleasure builds and spikes throughout the lower half
of my body. I want to stretch my legs, but I can’t. My hands claw at the towel
beneath me.
“Surrender,” Christian whispers.
I explode around his fingers, crying out incoherently. He presses the 36一9 | P
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