my flesh begins, his hands
running small teasing circles at the top of my thighs so that the tips of his
thumbs touch me . . . touch me where I want to be touched. I gasp.
“I hope you’re not attached to your underwear,” he murmurs, his eyes wild
and bright. His fingers trace the elastic along my belly then slide inside,
teasing me, before grabbing my panties tightly and pushing his thumbs
through the delicate material. My panties disintegrate. His hands splay out on
my thighs, and his thumbs brush against my sex once more. He flexes his
hips so his erection rubs against me.
“I can feel how wet you are.” His voice is tinged with carnal appreciation, and
he suddenly sits up, his arm around my waist again, so we’re nose to nose.
He rubs his nose against mine.
“We’re going to take this slow, Mrs. Grey. I want to feel all of you.”
He lifts me, and with exquisite, frustrating, slow ease, lowers me onto him. I
feel each blessed inch of him fill me.
“Ah—” I moan incoherently as I reach out to clasp his arms. I try to lift myself
off him for some welcome friction, but he holds me in place.
“All of me,” he whispers, and tilts his pelvis, pushing himself into me all the
way. I throw my head back and let out a strangled cry of pure pleasure.
“Let me hear you,” he murmurs. “No—don’t move, just feel.”
I open my eyes, my mouth frozen in a silent Ah! And he’s gazing at me,
hooded, licentious gray eyes into dazed blue. He shifts, rolling his 488 | P a g
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hips, but holds me in place.
I groan. His lips are at my throat, kissing me.
“This is my fa一vorite place. Buried in you,” he murmurs against my skin.
“Please, move,” I plead.
“Slow, Mrs. Grey.” He flexes his hips again and pleasure radiates through
me. I cup his face and kiss him, consuming him.
“Love me. Please, Christian.”
His teeth skim my jaw up to my ear. “Go,” he whispers, and he lifts me up and
down. My inner goddess is unleashed, and I push him down on the ground
and start to move, sa一voring the feeling of him in
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