Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 12
Heraiseshiseyebrowsashishandmovesupanddownhisimpressivelength.
“Ajoke?”Hisvoiceismenacinglysoft.
“Yes.Please,Christian,”Ibeseechhim.
“Areyoulaughingnow?”
“No,”Imewl.
I’maballofsexualtenseneed.Hestaresdownatmeforamoment,measuringmyneed,thenhegrabsmesuddenlyandflipsmeover.Ittakesmebysurprise,andbecausemyhandsaretied,Ihavetosupportmyselfonmyelbows.Hepushesbothmykneesupthebedsomybehindisintheair,andheslapsmehard.BeforeIcanreact,heplungesinsideme.Icryout—fromtheslapandfromhissuddenassault,andIcomeinstantlyagainandagain,fallingapartbeneathhimashecontinuestoslamdeliciouslyintome.Hedoesn’tstop.I’mspent.Ican’ttakethis…andhepoundsonandonandon…thenI’mbuildingagain…surelynot…no…
“Comeon,Anastasia,again,”hegrowlsthroughclenchedteeth,andunbelievably,mybodyresponds,convulsingaroundhimasIclimaxanew,callingouthisname.Ishatteragainintotinyfragments,andChristianstills,finallylettinggo,silentlyfindinghisrelease.Hecollapsesontopofme,breathinghard.
“Hownicewasthat?”heasksthroughhisgrittedteeth.
Ohmy.
Iliepantingandspentonthebed,eyesclosedasheslowlypullsoutofme.Herisesimmediatelyanddresses.Whenhe’sfullyclothed,heclimbsbackonthebedandgentlyundoesmybindingandpullsmyT-shirtoff.Iflexmyfingersandrubmywrists,smilingatthewovenpatternimprintedonmywristsfromthetie.Ireadjustmybraashepullstheduvetandquiltoverme.