“You smell as divine as ever, Anastasia,”
he whispers as he places a soft kiss beneath my ear.
“We aim to please, Miss Steele,” he murmurs.
He hooks his fingers into my panties,
and at a most unhurried pace,
peels them down my legs,
stripping me agonizingly slowly.
He stands forward and grabs me and kisses me hard,
his tongue invading my mouth.
Wrapping his arms around me,
he pulls me against him. His chest crushes mine.
His arms curl around me as my legs turn to jelly.
I dissolve in his embrace, my head against his chest,
and I’m mewling and whimpering
as the aftershocks of my orgasm consume me.
“Lift your legs, baby, wrap them round me.”
He wraps my legs around his hips
and positions himself beneath me.
With one thrust, he’s inside me,
and I cry out again,
listening to his muffled moan at my ear.
My arms are resting on his shoulders
as he thrusts into me.
Jeez, it’s deep this way.
He thrusts again and again,
his face at my neck,
his harsh breathing at my throat.
I feel the build up again.
I let go and come again, and it’s sweet and agonizing and intense.