Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 8
Hepushesinsidemeharderandharderstill.Igroan.
Suddenly,hesitsupandtugsmypantiesoffandthrowsthemonthefloor.Pullingoffhisboxerbriefs,hiserectionspringsfree.Holycow…Hereachesovertohisbedsidetableandgrabsafoilpacket,andthenhemovesbetweenmylegs,spreadingthemfartherapart.Hekneelsupandpullsacondomontohisconsiderablelength.Ohno…Willit?How?
“Don’tworry,”hebreathes,hiseyesonmine.“Youexpand,too.”Heleansdown,hishandsoneithersideofmyhead,sohe’shoveringoverme,staringdownintomyeyes,hisjawclenched,eyesburning.It’sonlynowthatIregisterhe’sstillwearinghisshirt.
“Youreallywanttodothis?”heaskssoftly.
“Please,”Ibeg.
“Pullyourkneesup,”heorderssoftly,andI’mquicktoobey.“I’mgoingtofuckyounow,MissSteele,”hemurmursashepositionstheheadofhiserectionattheentranceofmysex.“Hard,”hewhispers,andheslamsintome.
“Aargh!”IcryasIfeelaweirdpinchingsensationdeepinsidemeasheripsthroughmyvirginity.Hestills,gazingdownatme,hiseyesbrightwithecstatictriumph.
Hismouthisopenslightly,andhisbreathingisharsh.Hegroans.
“You’resotight.Youokay?”
Inod,myeyeswide,myhandsonhisforearms.Ifeelsofull.Hestaysstill,lettingmeacclimatizetotheintrusive,overwhelmingfeelingofhiminsideme.
“I’mgoingtomove,baby,”hebreathesafteramoment,hisvoicetight.
Oh.
Heeasesbackwithexquisiteslowness.Andhecloseshiseyesandgroans,andthrustsintomeagain.
