Пятьдесят оттенков серого

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           Hegrabsmyhipsandpositionshimself,andIbracemyselfforhisassault.Buthereachesovermeandgrabsmybraidneartheendandwindsitaroundhiswristtomynape,holdingmyheadinplace.Veryslowlyheeasesintome,pullingmyhairatthesametime…Oh,thefullness.Heeasesoutofmeslowly,andhisotherhandgrabsmyhip,holdingtight,andthenheslamsintome,joltingmeforward.

           “Holdon,Anastasia!”heshoutsthroughclenchedteeth.

           Igripthepostharderandpushbackagainsthimashecontinueshismercilessonslaught,againandagain,hisfingersdiggingintomyhip.Myarmsareaching,mylegsfeeluncertain,myscalpisgettingsorefromhistuggingmyhair…andIcanfeelagatheringdeepinsideme.Ohno…andforthefirsttime,Ifearmyorgasm…ifIcome…I’llcollapse.Christiancontinuestomoveroughlyagainstme,inme,hisbreathingharsh,moaning,groaning.Mybodyisresponding…how?Ifeelaquickening.Butsuddenly,Christianstills,slammingreallydeep.

           “Comeon,Ana,giveittome,”hegroans,andmynameonhislipssendsmeovertheedgeasIbecomeallbodyandspiralingsensationandsweet,sweetrelease,andthencompletelyandutterlymindless.

           Whensensereturns,I’mlyingonhim.He’sonthefloor,andI’mlyingontopofhim,mybacktohisfront,andI’mstaringattheceiling,allpostcoital,glowing,shattered.Oh…thecarabiners,Ithinkabsently—I’dforgottenaboutthose.Christiannuzzlesmyear.

           “Holdupyourhands,”hesayssoftly.

           Myarmsfeellikethey’remadeoflead,butIholdthemup.