Пятьдесят оттенков серого

           Withonefinger,hepullsdownmybracupsinturn,mybreastspushedup,exposedandvulnerable.Leaningdown,hekissesandtugsateachofmynipplesinturnwithcool,coldlips.Ifightmybodyasittriestoarchinresponse.

           “Howniceisthis?”hebreathes,blowingononeofmynipples.

           Ihearanotherclinkofice,andthenIcanfeelitaroundmyrightnippleashetugstheleftonewithhislips.Imoan,strugglingnottomove.It’ssweet,agonizingtorture.

           “Ifyouspillthewine,Iwon’tletyoucome.”

           “Oh…please…Christian…Sir…Please.”He’sdrivingmeinsane.Ihearhimsmile.

           Theiceinmynavelismelting.Iambeyondwarm—warmandchilledandwanting.Wantinghim,insideme.Now.

           Hiscoolfingerstraillanguidlyacrossmybelly.Myskinisoversensitive,myhipsflexautomatically,andthenow-warmerliquidfrommynavelseepsovermybelly.Christianmovesquickly,lappingitupwithhistongue,kissing,bitingmesoftly,sucking.

           “Ohdear,Anastasia,youmoved.WhatamIgoingtodotoyou?”

           I’mpantingloudly.AllIcanconcentrateonishisvoiceandhistouch.Nothingelseisreal.Nothingelsematters,nothingelseregistersonmyradar.Hisfingersslipintomypanties,andI’mrewardedwithhisunguardedsharpintakeofair.

           “Oh,baby,”hemurmurs,andhepushestwofingersinsideme.

           Igasp.

           “Readyformesosoon,”hesays.Hemoveshisfingerstantalizinglyslowly,in,out,andIpushagainsthim,tiltingmyhipsup.

           “Youareagreedygirl,”hescoldssoftly,andhisthumbcirclesmyclitorisandthenpressesdown.