Chapter 108 (1/2)
”Good girl, Anastasia,” he groans, and his breathing is ragged.
He spanks me twice more, and then he pulls at the small threads attached to the balls and jerks them out of me suddenly. I almost climax - the feeling is out of this world. Moving swiftly, he gently turns me over. I hear rather see the rip of the foil packet, and then he's lying beside me. He seizes my hands, hoists them over my head, and eases himself onto me, into me, sliding slowly, filling me where the silver globes have been. I groan loudly.
”Oh, baby,” he whispers as he moves back, forward, a slow sensual tempo, savoring me, feeling me.
It is the most gentle he has ever been, and it takes no time at all for me to fall over the edge, spiraling into a delicious, violent, exhausting, orgasm. As I clench around him, it ignites his release, and he slides into me, stilling, gasping out my name in desperate wonder.
”Ana!”
He's silent and panting on top of me, his hands still entwined in mine above my head.
Finally, he leans back and stares down at me.
”I enjoyed that,” he whispers, and then kisses me sweetly.
He doesn't linger for more sweet kisses, but rises, covers me with the duvet, and disappears into the bathroom. On his return he's carrying a bottle of white lotion. He sits beside me on the bed.
”Roll over,” he orders, and begrudgingly I move on to my front.
Honestly, all this fuss. I feel very sleepy.
”Your ass is a glorious color,” he says approvingly, and he tenderly massages the cooling lotion into my pink behind.
”Spill the beans, Grey,” I yawn.
”Miss Steele, you know how to ruin a moment.”
”We had a deal.”
”How do you feel?”
”Short changed.”
He sighs, slides in beside me, and pulls me into his arms. Careful not to touch my stinging behind, we are spooning again. He kisses me very softly beside my ear.
”The woman who brought me into this world was a crack-whore, Anastasia. Go to sleep.”
Holy f**k... what does that mean?
”Was?”
”She's dead.”
”How long?”
He sighs.