Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 9
Hekissesmyankleandtrailskissesupmycalftomyknee,stoppingjustabove.Hethenstartsonmyrightfoot,repeatingthewhole,seductive,mind-blowingprocess.
“Oh,please,”Imoanashebitesmylittletoe,theactionresonatingdeepinmybelly.
“Allgoodthings,MissSteele,”hebreathes.
Thistimehedoesn’tstopatmyknee,hecontinuesuptheinsideofmythigh,pushingmythighsapartashedoes.AndIknowwhathe’sgoingtodo,andpartofmewantstopushhimoffbecauseI’mmortifiedandembarrassed.He’sgoingtokissmethere!Iknowit.Andpartofmeisgloryingintheanticipation.Heturnstomyotherkneeandkisseshiswayupmythigh,kissing,licking,sucking,andthenhe’sbetweenmylegs,runninghisnoseupanddownmysex,verysoftly,verygently.Iwrithe…ohmy.
Hestops,waitingformetocalm.Idoandraisemyheadtogazeathim,mymouthopenasmypoundingheartstrugglestocalm.
“Doyouknowhowintoxicatingyousmell,MissSteele?”hemurmurs,andkeepinghiseyesonmine,hepusheshisnoseintomypubichairandinhales.
Iflushscarleteverywhere,feelingfaint,andIinstantlyclosemyeyes.Ican’twatchhimdothat!
Heblowsgentlyupthelengthofmysex.Oh,fuck…
“Ilikethis.”Hegentlytugsatmypubichair.“Perhapswe’llkeepthis.”
“Oh…please,”Ibeg.
“Hmm,Ilikeitwhenyoubegme,Anastasia.”
Igroan.
“Titfortatisnotmyusualstyle,MissSteele,”hewhispersashegentlyblowsupanddownme.“Butyou’vepleasedmetoday,andyoushouldberewarded.
