Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 9
Hedropshistowel,butIcan’ttakemyeyesoffhisface.Hisexpressionisardent,fullofdesire.
“Oh,Anastasia,whatshallIdotoyou?”hewhispersashelowersmeontothebed,lyingbesidemeandraisingmyhandsabovemyhead.
“Keepyourhandsuphere,don’tmovethem,understand?”Hiseyesburnintomine,andI’mbreathlessfromtheirintensity.ThisisnotamanIwanttocross…ever.
“Answerme,”hedemands,hisvoicesoft.
“Iwon’tmovemyhands.”I’mbreathless.
“Goodgirl,”hemurmurs,anddeliberatelylickshislipsslowly.I’mmesmerizedbyhistongueasitsweepsslowlyoverhisupperlip.He’sstaringintomyeyes,watchingme,appraising.Heleansdownandplantsachaste,swiftkissonmylips.
“I’mgoingtokissyouallover,MissSteele,”hesayssoftly,andhecupsmychin,pushingitup,givinghimaccesstomythroat.Hislipsglidedownmythroat,kissing,sucking,andnipping,tothesmalldipatthebaseofmyneck.Mybodyleapstoattention…everywhere.Myrecentbathexperiencehasmademyskinhypersensitive.Myheatedbloodpoolslowinmybelly,betweenmylegs,rightdownthere.Igroan.
Iwanttotouchhim.Imovemyhandsandratherawkwardly,givenI’mrestrained,feelhishair.Hestopskissingmeandglaresupatme,shakinghisheadfromsidetoside,tuttingashedoes.Hereachesformyhandsandplacesthemabovemyheadagain.
“Don’tmoveyourhands,orwejusthavetostartalloveragain,”hescoldsmemildly.Oh,he’ssuchatease.
“Iwanttotouchyou.”Myvoiceisallbreathyandoutofcontrol.
