Chapter 153
“Ah!” she cries, and I groan, cherishing the feel of her.
Ana. I honor her mouth once more, my tongue insistent as I drive into her, chasing away my fear and
my nightmare. Losing myself in her love and lust. She is frantic, too. Needy. Greedy. Joining me, thrust
for thrust, on and on.
“Ana!” I growl and let go,ing inside her over and over, losing all sense of self and falling under her
powerful spell. She makes me whole.
She heals me. She is my light.
She holds me, hard and tight, while I drag air into my lungs.
I ease out of her and tighten my arms around her while the earth rights itself on its axis.
Wow.
That was…
Quick!
I shake my head and lean up on my elbows, staring down into her beautiful face. “Oh, Ana. Sweet
Jesus.” I kiss her.
“You okay?” She ces her palm on my cheek.
I nod as I finally settle back on earth. “You?” I ask.
“Um…” She wriggles beneath me, pressing herself against my sated cock. I give her a wicked, carnal
smile. I know what she’s trying to tell me. This is anguage I understand.
“Mrs. Grey, you have needs,” I whisper. I drop a quick kiss on her lips, and before she can say
anything, I get up. Kneeling at the end of the bed, I grab Ana’s legs and tug her toward me so that her
ass hangs on the edge of the bed. “Sit up,” I tell her, and she does as she’s told. Her hair tumbles down
to her breasts, and with my eyes on hers, I gently push her legs apart. She leans back on her hands,
her breasts rising and falling as her breathing quickens. Her lips are parted. I don’t think she can quite
believe what I’m going to do.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Ana,” I murmur, and press soft kisses up her inner thigh. I nce at her
through myshes, like she does to me.
“Watch,” I breathe, as my tongueps at her clitoris.
N?velDrama.Org content.
“Ah!” she cries out. She tastes of Ana and sex and me and I don’t let up. After what I did to her earlier,
she must be wound up tighter than an old-fashioned watch. I keep her legs apart, holding her in ce
while my mouth works its magic,vishing her with unyielding attention.
Her body starts to tremble.
“No…ah!” she says, and it’s my cue to slowly slide a finger inside her. She groans and copses onto
the bed while I stoke the fire inside her, taunting her sweet spot over and over, my tongue continuing to
bathe her clitoris.
She’s so close. Her legs stiffen.
Ana. Let it go.
She cries out my name, her back arching off the bed as shees andes andes. I ease my
finger out of her and strip out of my jeans. Leaning up, I nuzzle her belly as she runs her fingers
through my hair. “I’m not finished with you yet,” I whisper, and kneeling back, I tug her off the bed, onto
myp and my waiting erection.
She gasps as I fill her. “Oh, baby,” I breathe, as I wrap my arms around her while cradling her head and
raining soft kisses on her face. I flex my hips, and she clutches my upper arms, with a wild-eyed look at
me. I grab her ass and lift her, flexing my butt once more and driving into her.
“Ah,” she groans, and we kiss while I slowly ease in and out of her. She tightens her thighs around me
as we ride each other.
Slowly. Sweetly.
She raises her face to the ceiling, her mouth open wide in a silent cry of joy.
“Ana,” I murmur against her throat as I kiss her.
We move.
Together.
In bliss.
“I love you, Ana.”
She folds her hands around my neck. “I love you, too, Christian.” She opens her eyes and we watch
each other.
Building.
Climbing.
Higher.
She’s there.
“Come for me, baby,” I whisper, and she screws her eyes shut and she hollers out as she submits to
her release.
Ah!
I lean my forehead against hers, and whisper her name as her body pulls mine into a sweet, slow
orgasm.
When I’vee down from my high, I lift her onto the bed and we lie in each other’s arms. “Better
now?” I ask, as I nuzzle her neck.
“Hmm.”
“Shall we go to bed, or do you want to sleep here?”
“Hmm.”
I grin. “Mrs. Grey, talk to me.”
“Hmm.”
“Is that the best you can do?”
“Hmm.”
“Come. Let me put you to bed. I don’t like sleeping here.”
She moves. “Wait,” she murmurs.
What now?
“Are you okay?” she asks.
I can’t help my smug smile. “I am now.”
“Oh, Christian,” she admonishes me, and reaches up to stroke my face. “I was talking about your
nightmare.”
Nightmare?
Shit.
Fleeting visions of the horror I witnessed in my sleep flicker through my mind. I hold her close, and hide
from them by burying my face in her neck. “Don’t,” I mutter.
Tags:
Source: