Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 18
Ifyoudo,I’llspankyou.Understand?”
“Yes,Sir.”
“Good.”
Hestandsbehindmeandgraspsmyhips,andthenquicklyliftsmebackwardsoI’mbendingforward,holdingthepost.
“Don’tletgo,Anastasia,”hewarns.“I’mgoingtofuckyouhardfrombehind.Holdtheposttosupportyourweight.Understand?”
“Yes.”
Hesmacksmeacrossmybehindwithhishand.Ow…Itstings.
“Yes,Sir,”Imutterquickly.
“Partyourlegs.”Heputshislegbetweenmine,andholdingmyhips,hepushesmyrightlegtotheside.
“That’sbetter.Afterthis,I’llletyousleep.”
Sleep?I’mpanting.I’mnotthinkingofsleepnow.Hereachesupandgentlystrokesmyback.
“Youhavesuchbeautifulskin,Anastasia,”hebreathesashebendsdownandkissesmealongmyspine,gentlefeatherlightkisses.Atthesametime,hishandsmovearoundtomyfront,palmingmybreasts,andashedoesthishetrapsmynipplesbetweenhisfingersandtugsthemgently.
IstiflemymoanasIfeelmywholebodyrespond,comingaliveoncemoreforhim.
Hegentlybitesandsucksmeatmywaist,tuggingmynipples,andmyhandstightenontheexquisitelycarvedpost.Hishandsdropaway,andIhearthenowfamiliartearoffoil,andhekicksoffhisjeans.
“Youhavesuchacaptivating,sexyass,AnastasiaSteele.WhatI’dliketodotoit.”Hishandssmoothandshapeeachofmybuttocks,thenhisfingersglidedown,andheslipstwofingersinsideme.
“Sowet.Youneverdisappoint,MissSteele,”hewhispers,andIhearthewonderinhisvoice.“Holdtight…thisisgoingtobequick,baby.
