Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 15
Iarchmybacktoforcemybreastsintohisexperthands.
“Youlikethis,don’tyou,MissSteele?”
“Mmm…”
“Tellme.”Hecontinuestheslow,sensuoustorture,pullinggently.
“Yes.”
“Yes,what.”
“Yes…Sir.”
“Goodgirl.”Hepinchesmehard,andmybodywrithesconvulsivelyagainsthisfront.
Igaspattheexquisite,acutepleasure/pain.Ifeelhimagainstme.Imoanandmyhandsclenchinhishairpullingharder.
“Idon’tthinkyou’rereadytocomeyet,”hewhispers,stillinghishands,andhegentlybitesmyearlobeandtugsatit.“Besides,youhavedispleasedme.”
Oh…no,whatwillthismean?MybrainregistersthroughthefogofneedydesireasIgroan.
“SoperhapsIwon’tletyoucomeafterall.”Hereturnstheattentionofhisfingerstomynipples,pulling,twisting,kneading.Igrindmybehindagainsthim…movingsidetoside.
Ifeelhisgrinagainstmyneckashishandsmovedowntomyhips.Hisfingershookintomypantiesattheback,stretchingthem,andhepusheshisthumbsthroughthematerial,shreddingthemandtossingtheminfrontofmesoIcansee…holyshit.Hishandsmovedowntomysex,andfrombehind,heslowlyinsertshisfinger.
“Ohyes.Mysweetgirlisready,”hebreathesashewhirlsmearoundsoI’mfacinghim.Hisbreathinghasquickened.Heputshisfingerinhismouth.“Youtastesofine,MissSteele.”Hesighs.
Holyshit.Hisfingertastessalty…fromme.
“Undressme,”hecommandsquietly,staringdownatme,eyeshooded.
AllI’mwearingaremyshoes—well,Kate’shigh-heeledpumps.I’mtakenaback.
