Fifty Shades of Grey (book 1+ 2)

Chapter 43

"Whoa... Ana." His eyes fly open, and I suck harder.

Hmm... he's soft and hard at once, like steel encased in velvet, and surprisingly tasty

- salty and smooth.

"Christ," he groans, and he closes his eyes again.

Moving down, I push him into my mouth. He groans again. Ha! My inner goddess is thrilled. I can do This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

this. I can f**k him with my mouth. I twirl my tongue around the tip again, and he flexes his hips. His

eyes are open now, blistering with heat. His teeth are clenched as he flexes again, and I push him

deeper into my mouth, supporting myself on his thighs. I feel his legs tense beneath my hands. He

reaches up and grabs my pigtails and starts to really move.

"Oh... baby... that feels good," he murmurs. I suck harder, flicking my tongue across the head of his

impressive erection. Wrapping my teeth behind my lips, I clamp my mouth around him. His breath

hisses between his teeth, and he groans.

"Jesus. How far can you go?" he whispers.

Hmm... I pull him deeper into my mouth so I can feel him at the back of my throat and then to the front

again. My tongue swirls around the end. He's my very own Christian Grey flavor popsicle. I suck harder

and harder, pushing him deeper and deeper, swirling my tongue round and round. Hmm... I had no idea

giving pleasure could be such a turn-on, watching him writhe subtly with carnal longing. My inner

goddess is doing the merengue with some salsa moves.

"Anastasia, I'm going to come in your mouth," his breathy tone is warning. "If you don't want me to, stop

now." He flexes his hips again, his eyes are wide, wary, and filled with salacious need - need for me.

Need for my mouth... oh my.

Holy crap. His hands are really gripping my hair. I can do this. I push even harder and, in a moment of

extraordinary confidence, I bare my teeth. It tips him over the edge.

He cries out and stills, and I can feel warm, salty liquid oozing down my throat. I swallow quickly. Ugh...

I'm not sure about this. But one look at him, and he's come apart in the bath because of me, and I don't

care. I sit back and watch him, a triumphant, gloating smile tugging at the corners of my lips. His

breathing is ragged. Opening his eyes, he glares at me. "Don't you have a gag reflex?" he asks,

astonished. "Christ, Ana... that was... good, really good, unexpected though." He frowns. "You know,

you never cease to amaze me."

I smile and consciously bite my lip. He eyes me speculatively.

"Have you done that before?"

"No." And I can't help the small tinge of pride in my denial.

"Good," he says complacently and, I think, relieved. "Yet another first, Miss Steele."

He looks appraisingly at me. "Well, you get an A in oral skills. Come, let's go to bed, I owe you an

orgasm."

Orgasm! Another one!

Quickly, he clambers out of the bath, giving me my first full glimpse of the Adonis, divinely formed, that

is Christian Grey. My inner goddess has stopped dancing and is staring too, mouth open and drooling

slightly. His erection tamed, but still substantial... wow. He wraps a small towel around his waist,

covering the essentials, and holds out a larger fluffy white towel for me. Climbing out of the bath, I take

his proffered hand. He wraps me in the towel, pulls me into his arms, and kisses me hard, pushing his

tongue into my mouth.

I long to reach round and embrace him... touch him... but he has my arms trapped in the towel. I'm

soon lost in his kiss. He cradles my head, his tongue exploring my mouth, and I get a sense he's

expressing his gratitude - maybe - for my first blowjobWhoa?

He pulls away, his hands on either side of my face, staring intently into my eyes. He looks lost.

"Say yes," he whispers fervently.

I frown, not understanding.

"To what?"

"Yes to our arrangement. To being mine. Please, Ana," he whispers, emphasizing the last word and my

name, pleading. He kisses me again, sweetly, passionately, before he stands back and stares at me,

blinking slightly. He takes my hand and leads me back to his bedroom, leaving me reeling, so I follow

him meekly. Stunned. He really wants this.

In his bedroom, he stares down at me as we stand by his bed.

"Trust me?" he asks suddenly. I nod, wide-eyed with the sudden realization that I do trust him. What's

he going to do to me now An electric thrill hums through me.

"Good girl," he breathes, his thumb brushing my bottom lip. He steps away into his closet and comes

back with a silver-grey silk woven tie.

"Knit your hands together in front of you," he orders as he peels the towel off me and throws it on the

floor.

I do as he asks, and he binds my wrists together with his tie, knotting it firmly. His eyes are bright with

wild excitement. He tugs at the binding. It's secure. Some boy scout he must have been to learn these

knots. What nowMy pulse has gone through the roof, my heart beating a frantic tattoo. He runs his

fingers down my pigtails.

"You look so young with these," he murmurs and moves forward. Instinctively, I move back until I feel

the bed against the back of my knees. He drops his towel, but I can't take my eyes off his face. His

expression is ardent, full of desire.

"Oh, Anastasia, what shall I do to you?" he whispers as he lowers me on to the bed, lying beside me,

and raising my hands above my head.

"Keep your hands up here, don't move them, understand?" His eyes burn into mine, and I'm breathless

from their intensity. This is not a man I want to cross... ever.

"Answer me," he demands, his voice soft.

"I won't move my hands." I'm breathless.

"Good girl," he murmurs and deliberately licks his lips slowly. I'm mesmerized by his tongue as it

sweeps slowly over his upper lip. He's staring into my eyes, watching me, appraising. He leans down

and plants a chaste, swift kiss on my lips.

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