Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 12
Theydroptothefloor,andIknowhe’snaked.Hesitsastridemeagain.
“Areyouthirsty,Anastasia?”heasks,hisvoiceteasing
“Yes,”Ibreathe,becausemymouthissuddenlyparched.Iheartheiceclinkagainsttheglass,andheleansdownandkissesme,pouringadelicious,crispliquidintomymouthashedoes.It’swhitewine.It’ssounexpected,sohot,thoughit’schilledandChristian’slipsarecool.
“More?”hewhispers.
Inod.Ittastesallthemoredivinebecauseit’sbeeninhismouth.Heleansdown,andIdrinkanothermouthfulfromhislips…ohmy.
“Let’snotgotoofar;weknowyourcapacityforalcoholislimited,Anastasia.”
Ican’thelpit.Igrin,andheleansdowntodeliveranotherdeliciousmouthful.Heshiftssohe’slyingbesideme,hiserectionatmyhip.Oh,Iwanthiminsideme.
“Isthisnice?”heasks,butIheartheedgeinhisvoice.
Itense.Hemovestheglassagainandleansdown,kissingmeanddepositingasmallshardoficeinmymouthwithalittlewine.Heslowlyandleisurelytrailschilledkissesdownthecenterofmybody,fromthebaseofmythroattobetweenmybreasts,downmytorsotomybelly.Hepopsafragmentoficeinmynavelinapoolofcool,coldwine.Itburnsallthewaydowntothedepthsofmybelly.Wow.
“Nowyouhavetokeepstill,”hewhispers.“Ifyoumove,Anastasia,you’llgetwinealloverthebed.”
Myhipsflexautomatically.
“Ohno.Ifyouspillthewine,Iwillpunishyou,MissSteele.”
Igroananddesperatelyfighttheurgetotiltmyhips,pullingonmyrestraint.Ohno…please.
