Fifty Shades Trilogy 01 - Fifty Shades of Grey

keeping his eyes on mine, he pushes his nose into my pubic hair and inhales.
    I flush scarlet, everywhere, feeling faint, and I instantly close my eyes. I can’t watch him do that!
    He blows gently up the length of my sex. Oh fuck…
    “I like this.” He gently tugs at my pubic hair. “Perhaps we’ll keep this.”
    “Oh… please,” I beg.
    “Hmm, I like it when you beg me, Anastasia.”
    I groan.
    “Tit for tat is not my usual style, Miss Steele,” he whispers as he gently blows up and down me. “But you’ve pleased me today, and you should be rewarded.” I hear the wicked grin in his voice, and while my body is singing from his words, his tongue starts to slowly circle my clitoris as his hands hold down my thighs.
    “Aargh!” I moan as my body bows and convulses at the touch of his tongue.
    He swirls his tongue round and round, again and again, keeping up the torture. I’m losing all sense of self, every atom of my being concentrating hard on that small, potent powerhouse at the apex of my thighs. My legs go rigid, and he slips his finger inside me, and I hear his growling groan.
    “Oh, baby. I love that you’re so wet for me.”
    He moves his finger in a wide circle, stretching me, pulling at me, his tongue mirroring his actions, round and round, I groan. It is too much… My body begs for relief, and I can no longer deny it. I let go, losing all cogent thought as my orgasm seizes me, wringing my insides again and again. Holy fuck. I cry out, and the world dips and disappears from view as the force of my climax renders everything null and void.
    I am panting and vaguely hear the rip of foil. Very slowly he eases into me and starts to move. Oh… my. The feeling is sore and sweet, and bold and gentle all at once.
    “How’s this?” he breathes.
    “Fine. Good,” I breathe. And he really starts to move, fast, hard, and large, thrusting into me over and over, implacable, pushing me and pushing me until I am close to the edge again. I whimper.
    “Come for me, baby.” His voice is harsh, hard, raw at my ear, and I explode around him as he pounds rapidly into me.
    “Thank fuck,” he whispers, and he thrusts hard once more and groans as he reaches his climax, pressing himself into me. Then he stills, his body rigid.
    Collapsing on top of me, I feel his full weight forcing me into the mattress. I pull my tied hands over his neck and hold him the best I can. I know in that moment that I would do anything for this man. I am his. The wonder that he’s introduced me to, it’s beyond anything I could have imagined. And he wants to take it further, so much further, to a place I can’t, in my innocence, even imagine. Oh… what to do?
    He leans up on his elbows and stares down at me, gray eyes intense.
    “See how good we are together,” he murmurs. “If you give yourself to me, it will be so much better. Trust me, Anastasia, I can take you places you don’t even know exist.” His words echo my thoughts. He strokes his nose against mine. I am still reeling from my extraordinary physical reaction to him, and I gaze up at him blankly, grasping for a coherent thought.
    Suddenly we both become aware of voices in the hall outside his bedroom door. It takes a moment to process what I can hear.
    “But if he’s still in bed, then he must be ill. He’s never in bed at this time. Christian never sleeps in.”
    “Mrs. Grey, please.”
    “Taylor. You cannot keep me from my son.”
    “Mrs. Grey, he’s not alone.”
    “What do you mean he’s not alone?”
    “He has someone with him.”
    “ Oh … ” Even I hear the disbelief in her voice.
    Christian blinks rapidly, staring down at me, wide-eyed with humored horror.
    “Shit! It’s my mother.”

He pulls out of me suddenly. I wince. He sits up on the bed and throws the used condom in a wastebasket.
    “Come on, we need to get dressed – that’s if you want to meet my mother.” He grins, leaps up off the bed, and pulls on his jeans, no underwear! I struggle to sit up as I’m still tethered.
    “Christian – I can’t move.”
    His grin widens, and leaning down, he undoes the tie. The woven pattern has made an indentation around my wrists. It’s… sexy. He gazes at me. He’s amused, his eyes dancing with mirth. He kisses my forehead quickly and beams at me.
    “Another first,” he acknowledges, but I have no idea what he’s talking about.
    “I have no clean clothes in here.” I am filled with sudden panic, and considering what I’ve just