Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 9
Asthesensationstakeover,Itiltmyheadback,myeyesrollingtothebackofmyhead,mymouthslack,andIgroan.Thepressureisbuildingslowly,inexorablyinsideme…ohmy.
“Feelit,baby,”Christianwhispersinmyear,andverygentlygrazesmyearlobewithhisteeth.“Feelitforme.”Mylegsarepinionedbyhistothesideofthebath,holdingmeprisoner,givinghimeasyaccesstothismostprivatepartofmyself.
“Oh…please,”Iwhisper.Itrytostiffenmylegsasmybodygoesrigid.Iaminasexualthralltothisman,andhedoesn’tletmemove.
“Ithinkyou’recleanenoughnow,”hemurmurs,andhestops.What!No!No!No!Mybreathingisragged.
“Whyareyoustopping?”Igasp.
“BecauseIhaveotherplansforyou,Anastasia.”
What…ohmy…but…Iwas…that’snotfair.
“Turnaround.Ineedwashing,too,”hemurmurs.
Oh!Turningtofacehim,I’mshockedtofindhehashiserectionfirmlyinhisgrasp.Mymouthdropsopen.
“Iwantyoutobecomewellacquainted,onfirstnametermsifyouwill,withmyfavoriteandmostcherishedpartofmybody.I’mveryattachedtothis.”
It’ssobigandgrowing.Hiserectionisabovethewaterline,thewaterlappingathiships.Iglanceupathimandcomeface-to-facewithhiswickedgrin.He’senjoyingmyastoundedexpression.IrealizethatI’mstaring.Iswallow.Thatwasinsideme!Itdoesn’tseempossible.Hewantsmetotouchhim.Hmm…okay,bringiton.
Ismileathimandreachforthebodywash,squirtingsomesoapontomyhand.
