Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 12
Igroanloudlyasmybodybucksbeneathhisexpertfingers.HereachesupandpushestheT-shirtovermyheadsoIcanseehim.Iblinkinthesoftlightofmysidelight.Ilongtotouchhim.
“Iwanttotouchyou,”Ibreathe.
“Iknow,”hemurmurs.Heleansdownandkissesme,hisfingersstillmovingrhythmicallyinsideme,histhumbcirclingandpressing.Hisotherhandscoopsmyhairoffmyheadandholdsmyheadinplace.Histonguemirrorstheactionsofhisfingers,claimingme.MylegsbegintostiffenasIpushagainsthishand.Hegentleshishand,soI’mbroughtbackfromthebrink.Hedoesthisagainandagain.It’ssofrustrating…Oh,please,Christian,Iscreaminmyhead.
“Thisisyourpunishment,socloseandyetsofar.Isthisnice?”hebreathesinmyear.Iwhimper,exhausted,pullingagainstmyrestraint.I’mhelpless,lostinanerotictorment.
“Please,”Ibeg,andhefinallytakespityonme.
“HowshallIfuckyou,Anastasia?”
Oh…mybodystartstoquiver.Hestillsagain.
“Please.”
“Whatdoyouwant,Anastasia?”
“You…now,”Icry.
“ShallIfuckyouthisway,orthisway,orthisway?There’sanendlesschoice,”hebreathesagainstmylips.Hewithdrawshishandandreachesovertothebedsidetableforafoilpacket.Hekneelsupbetweenmylegs,andveryslowlyhepullsmypantiesoff,staringdownatme,hiseyesgleaming.Heputsonthecondom.Iwatchfascinated,mesmerized.
“Howniceisthis?”hesaysashestrokeshimself.
“Imeantitasajoke,”Iwhimper.Pleasefuckme,Christian.
