Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 20
It’snotpainfulassuch—well,itis,butnotunbearable.It’ssomehowmanageableand,yes,pleasurable…even.Igroan.Yes,Icandothis.
Hepausesasheslowlypeelsmypantiesdownmylegs.Iwritheonhislegs,notbecauseIwanttoescapetheblows,butIwantmore…release,something.Histouchagainstmysensitizedskinisallsensuoustingle.It’soverwhelming,andhestartsagain.Afewsoftslaps,thenbuildingup,lefttorightanddown.Oh,thedowns.Igroan.
“Goodgirl,Anastasia,”hegroans,andhisbreathingisragged.
Hespanksmetwicemore,andthenhepullsatthesmallthreadsattachedtotheballsandjerksthemoutofmesuddenly.Ialmostclimax—thefeelingisoutofthisworld.Movingswiftly,hegentlyturnsmeover.Ihearratherthanseetheripofthefoilpacket,andthenhe’slyingbesideme.Heseizesmyhands,hoiststhemovermyhead,andeaseshimselfontome,intome,slidingslowly,fillingmewherethesilverglobeshavebeen.Igroanloudly.
“Oh,baby,”hewhispersashemovesback,forward,aslowsensualtempo,savoringme,feelingme.
Itisthemostgentlehehaseverbeen,andittakesnotimeatallformetofallovertheedge,spiralingintoadelicious,violent,exhaustingorgasm.AsIclencharoundhim,itigniteshisrelease,andheslidesintome,stilling,gaspingoutmynameindesperatewonder.
“Ana!”
He’ssilentandpantingontopofme,hishandsstillentwinedinmineabovemyhead.Finally,heleansbackandstaresdownatme.
“Ienjoyedthat,”hewhispers,andthenkissesmesweetly
