Пятьдесят оттенков серого

           ”Ihearthewickedgrininhisvoice,andwhilemybodyissingingfromhiswords,histonguestartstoslowlycirclemyclitorisashishandsholddownmythighs.

           “Aargh!”Imoanasmybodybowsandconvulsesatthetouchofhistongue.

           Heswirlshistonguearoundandaround,againandagain,keepingupthetorture.I’mlosingallsenseofself,everyatomofmybeingconcentratinghardonthatsmall,potentpowerhouseattheapexofmythighs.Mylegsgorigid,andheslipshisfingerinsideme,andIhearhisgrowlinggroan.

           “Oh,baby.Ilovethatyou’resowetforme.”

           Hemoveshisfingerinawidecircle,stretchingme,pullingatme,histonguemirroringhisactions,aroundandaround.Igroan.Itistoomuch…Mybodybegsforrelief,andIcannolongerdenyit.Iletgo,losingallcogentthoughtasmyorgasmseizesme,wringingmyinsidesagainandagain.Holyfuck.Icryout,andtheworlddipsanddisappearsfromviewastheforceofmyclimaxrenderseverythingnullandvoid.

           Iampantingandvaguelyheartheripoffoil.Veryslowlyheeasesintomeandstartstomove.Oh…my.Thefeelingissoreandsweetandboldandgentleallatonce.

           “How’sthis?”hebreathes.

           “Fine.Good,”Ibreathe.Andhereallystartstomove,fast,hard,andlarge,thrustingintomeoverandover,implacable,pushingmeandpushingmeuntilIamclosetotheedgeagain.Iwhimper.

           “Comeforme,baby.”Hisvoiceisharsh,hard,rawatmyear,andIexplodearoundhimashepoundsrapidlyintome