I feel him moving and hovering over my back, mere inches away but he doesn’t make contact. His weight is supported on his elbows so that he’s close to me. One denim clad knee is pushing up between my legs and it’s mate is resting just outside my thigh. “Good girl.” His breath is coming as quick as mine. Blood is pounding in my ears, the flush of arousal glowing on my skin. I immediately comply, stretching my arms above my head and grabbing hold of the ornate metal spokes in the headboard. My excited squeal is followed by his growl, “arms up!” He stalks after me, over my back to secure me with the entire length of his firm body. Like a supple panther he pounces, capturing me around my waist and flings me onto the bed, face down.
I break free, turn to make a run for it but of course I’m way too slow. I take my cue and thrash about, knowing that I’m in the power of his weaker hand now. He tugs his shirt off his shoulder and then deftly switches hands so as not to break his hold on my arms and to shrug off the other sleeve. He leaves just enough space between us for him to undo each of his buttons and the sight of his gaze traveling the length of my body is so sexy that I temporarily forget to resist his hard grip. He nips at the tip, just enough to drive my desire deeper. I mewl my protest and arch my back, offering them to him.Ī hungry growl lets me know that I’m on the right track. He flicks his tongue over it and blows softly so it’s as taut as it will go only to leave it and move on to its twin. He doesn’t let go of my hands but his hot mouth finds the tight bud on my breast. “I want your hand to trail down my breasts, my belly and find out how ready I am for you.” Even to my own ears I sound husky, deprived.įrustratingly, he’s still fully dressed.
#Playroom 50 shades of grey free
He sucks in a hard breath that I reward with another attempt to free my hands.
“I want you to lick me.” I speak slowly, enunciating every syllable. I struggle some more, this time a little harder, putting the weight of my body behind it and decide to play him at his own game. “I was hoping for some specifics but you know how much I like it when you resist me.” His voice is low, almost humming as he wipes his sandy stubble softly around my breasts, insolently – as if he knows that I can’t break free and make him go where I want him to. His grip flexes and tightens and then he smiles against my chest.
“Tell me what you want Ana.” Nothing makes me hotter than his seductive voice commanding, coaching or teasing me, just hearing it sends a powerful shiver vibrating through me.Īs my nipples contract into tiny hard points of longing I struggle against his hold. Boy, it doesn’t take much for me to become a needy mess. “Aaahh, please touch me,” the need in my whisper is akin to begging.
#Playroom 50 shades of grey full
“If you touch me this will all be over way too quickly.” His gravely mutter ensures my sanity’s full disappearance and a creaminess between my legs. Lightning fast hands move to restrain me, catching both wrists and folding them away, securely behind my back. I glimpse my sanity for a small second and reach up to pull him closer. I become aware of the distance between us, his body is bowed forward, worshipping mine with surprisingly chaste kisses but nothing else is in contact. My lips part as the soft moans escape, I’m eager for him to swallow them. He drops more kisses on my heated skin, everywhere except my mouth. He walks me backwards, slowly and into the bedroom until I feel the bed behind me.
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