Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 8
“Yousmellsogood,”hemurmurs,andcloseshiseyes,alookofpurepleasureonhisface,andIpracticallyconvulse.Hereachesupandtugstheduvetoffthebed,thenpushesmegentlysoIfallontothemattress.
Stillkneeling,hegraspsmyfootandundoesmyConverse,pullingoffmyshoeandsock.Iraisemyselfuponmyelbowstoseewhathe’sdoing.I’mpanting…wanting.Heliftsmyfootbytheheelandrunshisthumbnailupmyinstep.It’salmostpainful,butIfeelthemovementechoedinmygroin.Igasp.Nottakinghiseyesoffmine,againherunshistonguealongmyinstepandthenhisteeth.Shit.Igroan…howcanIfeelthisthere?Ifallbackontothebed,moaning.Ihearhissoftchuckle.
“Oh,Ana,whatIcoulddotoyou,”hewhispers.Heremovesmyothershoeandsock,thenstandsandremovesmyjeanscompletely.I’mlyingonhisbeddressedonlyinmybraandpanties,andhe’sstaringdownatme.
“You’reverybeautiful,AnastasiaSteele.Ican’twaittobeinsideyou.”
Holyshit.Hiswords.He’ssoseductive.Hetakesmybreathaway.
“Showmehowyoupleasureyourself.”
What?Ifrown.
“Don’tbecoy,Ana,showme,”hewhispers.
Ishakemyhead.“Idon’tknowwhatyoumean.”Myvoiceishoarse.Ihardlyrecognizeit,lacedwithdesire.
“Howdoyoumakeyourselfcome?Iwanttosee.”
Ishakemyhead.
“Idon’t,”Imumble.Heraiseshiseyebrows,astonishedforamoment,andhiseyesdarken,andheshakeshisheadindisbelief.
“Well,we’llhavetoseewhatwecandoaboutthat.”Hisvoiceissoft,challenging,adelicioussensualthreat.
