Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 20
ThankheavensIhaveretainedmypanties,butIsuspectIwon’tforlong.
Heplaceshishandreverentlyonmybacksideandverysoftlycaressesitwithhiswholehand.Withmyeyesopen,Icanseehislegsthroughmine,nothingelse.Iclosemyeyestightlyashegentlymovesmypantiestothesideandslowlyrunshisfingerupanddownmysex.Mybodybracesitselfinaheadymixofwildanticipationandarousal.Heslidesonefingerinsideme,andhecirclesitdeliciouslyslowly.Oh,itfeelsgood.Imoan.
HisbreathinghaltsandIhearhimgaspasherepeatsthemotion.Hewithdrawshisfingerandveryslowlyinsertstheobjects,oneslow,deliciousballatatime.Ohmy.They’rebodytemperature,warmedbyourcollectivemouths.It’sacuriousfeeling.Oncethey’reinsideme,Ican’treallyfeelthem—butthenagainIknowthey’rethere.
Hestraightensmypantiesandleansforward,andhislipssoftlykissmybehind.
“Standup,”heorders,andshakilyIgettomyfeet.
Oh!NowIcanfeelthem…sortof.HegraspsmyhipstosteadymewhileIreestablishmyequilibrium.
“Youokay?”heasks,hisvoicestern.
“Yes.”
“Turnaround.”Iturnandfacehim.
TheballspulldownwardandinvoluntarilyIclencharoundthem.Thefeelingstartlesmebutnotinabadway.
“Howdoesthatfeel?”heasks.
“Strange.”
“Strangegoodorstrangebad?”
“Strangegood,”Iconfess,blushing.
“Good.”There’satraceofhumorlurkinginhiseyes.
“Iwantaglassofwater.Goandfetchoneformeplease.”
Oh.
“Andwhenyoucomeback,Ishallputyouacrossmyknee.
