Fifty Shades of Grey (book 1+ 2)

Chapter 138

"No trace... Okay... Yes." He turns and sees me, and his whole demeanor changes.

From tension to relief to something else: a look that calls directly to my inner goddess, a look of

sensual carnality, gray eyes blazing.

My mouth goes dry and desire blooms in my body... whoa.

"Keep me informed," he snaps and shuts off his phone as he strides purposefully toward me. I stand

paralyzed as he closes the distance between us, devouring me with his eyes. Holy shit... something's

amiss - the strain in his jaw, the anxiety around his eyes.

He shrugs out of his jacket, undoes his dark tie, and slings them both on to the couch en route to me.

Then his arms are wrapped around me, and he's pulling me to him, hard, fast, gripping my ponytail to

tilt my head up, kissing me like his life depends on it. What the hell He drags the hair tie painfully out of

my hair, but I don't care. There's a desperate, primal quality to his kiss. He needs me, for whatever

reason, at this point in time, and I have never felt so desired and coveted. It's dark and sensual and

alarming all at the same time. I kiss him back with equal fervor, my fingers twisting and fisting in his

hair. Our tongues entwined, our passion and ardor erupting between us. He tastes divine, hot, sexy,

and his scent - all body wash and Christian is so arousing. He drags his mouth away from mine, and

he's staring down at me, gripped by some unnamed emotion.

"What's wrong?" I breathe. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"I'm so glad you're back. Shower with me - now."

I can't decide if it's a request or a command.

"Yes," I whisper, and he grabs my hand, leading me out of the big room into his bedroom to his

bathroom.

Once there, he releases me and sets the water running in the far too spacious shower.

Turning slowly, he gazes at me, eyes hooded.

"I like your skirt. It's very short," he says, his voice low. "You have great legs."

He steps out of his shoes and reaches down to take each of his socks off, never taking his eyes off me.

I am rendered speechless by the look of hunger in his eyes. Wow... to be this wanted by this Greek

god. I mirror his actions and step out of my black flats. Suddenly, he reaches for me, backing me up

against the wall. Kissing me, my face, my throat, my lips... running his hands into my hair. I feel the

cool, smooth tiled wall at my back as he pushes himself against me so that I'm flattened between his

heat and the chill of the ceramic. Tentatively, I place my arms on his upper arms, and he groans as I

squeeze tightly.

"I want you now. Here... fast, hard," he breathes, and his hands are on my thighs, pushing up my skirt.

"Are you still bleeding?"

"No." I flush.

"Good."

His thumbs hook over my white cotton panties, and abruptly he drops to his knees as he tugs them off.

My skirt is now rucked up so that I'm naked from the waist down and panting, wanting. He grabs my

hips, pushing me against the wall again, and kisses me at the apex of my thighs. Grabbing my upper

thighs, he forces my legs apart. I groan loudly, feeling his tongue circling my clitoris. Oh my. Tipping my

head back involuntarily, I moan as my fingers find their way into this hair.

His tongue is relentless, strong and insistent, laving me - swirling round and round, again and again -

non-stop. It's exquisite, the intensity of feeling - it's almost painful. My body starts to quicken, and he

releases me. WhatNo! My breathing is ragged as I pant, gazing at him with delicious anticipation. He

grabs my face with both hands, holding me firmly, and he kisses me hard, thrusting his tongue into my

mouth so I can taste my arousal.

Unzipping his fly, he frees himself, grabs the backs of my thighs, and lifts me.

"Wrap your legs around me, baby," he commands, his voice urgent, strained.

I do as I'm told and wrap my arms around his neck, and he moves quickly and sharply, filling me. Ah!

He gasps, and I groan. Holding my behind, his fingers digging into my soft flesh, he begins to move,

slowly at first - a steady even tempo... but as his control unravels, he speeds up... faster, and faster.

Ahhh! I tip my head back and concentrate on the invading, punishing, heavenly sensation... pushing

me, pushing me... onward, higher, up... and when I can take no more, I explode around him, spiraling

into an intense, all-consuming orgasm. He lets go with a deep growl, and he buries his head in my neck

as he buries himself inside me, groaning loudly and incoherently as he finds his release.

His breathing is erratic, but he kisses me tenderly, not moving, still inside me, and I blink, unseeing into

his eyes. As he comes into focus, he gently pulls out of me, holding me steady while I place my feet on

the floor. The bathroom is now cloudy with steam...

and hot. I feel overdressed.

"You seem pleased to see me," I murmur with a shy smile.

His lips quirk up.

"Yes, Miss Steele, I think my pleasure is pretty self-evident. Come - let me get you in the shower."

He undoes the next three buttons of his shirt, removes the cufflinks, tugs it over his head, and discards

it on the floor. Removing his suit pants and boxer briefs, he kicks them to one side. He begins to undo

the buttons on my blouse while I watch him, yearning to reach out and stroke his chest, but I contain

myself.

"How was your journey?" he asks mildly. He seems so much calmer now, his apprehension gone,

dissolved by sexual congress.

"Fine, thank you," I murmur, still breathless. "Thanks once again for first class. It really is a much nicer

way to travel." I smile shyly at him. "I have some news," I add nervously.

"Oh?" he looks down at me as he undoes the last button, slips my blouse down my arms, and throws it

on top of his discarded clothes.

"I have a job."

He stills, then smiles at me, his eyes warm and soft.

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