Chapter 80 (1/2)
”I'm not finished with you yet,” he murmurs. And before I've fully come back to Seattle, Planet Earth, he's reaching for me, grasping my hips and pulling me off the bed to where's he's kneeling, and into his waiting lap and onto his waiting erection.
I gasp as he fills me. Holy cow . . .
”Oh, baby,” he breathes as he wraps his arms around me and stills, cradling my head and kissing my face. He flexes his hips, and pleasure spikes hot and hard from deep within me. He reaches for my behind and lifts me, rocking his groin upward.
”Ah,” I moan, and his lips are on mine again as he slowly, oh so slowly, lifts and rocks . . . lifts and rocks. I throw my arms around his neck, surrendering to his gentle rhythm and to wherever he'll take me. I flex my thighs, riding him . . . he feels so good. Leaning backward, I tilt my head back, my mouth open wide in a silent expression of my pleasure, reveling in his sweet lovemaking.
”Ana,” he breathes, and he leans down, kissing my throat. Holding me tight, slowly easing in and out, pushing me . . . higher and higher . . . so exquisitely timed - a fluid carnal force. Blissful pleasure radiates outward from deep, deep inside me as he holds me so intimately.
”I love you, Ana,” he whispers close to my ear, his voice low and harsh, and he lifts me again - up, down, up, down. I curl my hands back around his neck into his hair.
”I love you, too, Christian.” Opening my eyes, I find he's gazing at me, and all I see is his love, shining bright and bold in the soft glow of the playroom light, his nightmare seemingly forgotten. And as I feel my body build toward my release, I realize this is what I wanted - this connection, this demonstration of our love.
”Come for me, baby,” he whispers, his voice low. I screw my eyes shut as my body tightens at the low sound of his voice, and I come loudly, spiraling into an intense climax. He stills, his forehead against mine, as he softly whispers my name, wraps his arms around me and finds his own release.
He lifts me gently and lays me on the bed. I lie in his arms, wrung out and finally sated. He nuzzles my neck.
”Better now?” he whispers.
”Hmm.”
”Shall we go to bed, or do you want to sleep here?”
”Hmm.”
”Mrs. Grey, talk to me.” He sounds amused.
”Hmm.”
”Is that the best you can do?”
”Hmm.”
”Come. Let me put you to bed. I don't like sleeping here.”