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“
Oh
…
please
…
Christian
…
Sir
…
Please
.
”
He
’
s
driving
me
insane
.
I
hear
him
smile
.
The
ice
in
my
navel
is
melting
.
I
am
beyond
warm
—
warm
and
chilled
and
wanting
.
Wanting
him
,
inside
me
.
Now
.
His
cool
fingers
trail
languidly
across
my
belly
.
My
skin
is
oversensitive
,
my
hips
flex
automatically
,
and
the
now
-
warmer
liquid
from
my
navel
seeps
over
my
belly
.
Christian
moves
quickly
,
lapping
it
up
with
his
tongue
,
kissing
,
biting
me
softly
,
sucking
.
“
Oh
dear
,
Anastasia
,
you
moved
.
What
am
I
going
to
do
to
you
?
”
I
’
m
panting
loudly
.
All
I
can
concentrate
on
is
his
voice
and
his
touch
.
Nothing
else
is
real
.
Nothing
else
matters
,
nothing
else
registers
on
my
radar
.
His
fingers
slip
into
my
panties
,
and
I
’
m
rewarded
with
his
unguarded
sharp
intake
of
air
.
“
Oh
,
baby
,
”
he
murmurs
,
and
he
pushes
two
fingers
inside
me
.
I
gasp
.
“
Ready
for
me
so
soon
,
”
he
says
.
He
moves
his
fingers
tantalizingly
slowly
,
in
,
out
,
and
I
push
against
him
,
tilting
my
hips
up
.
“
You
are
a
greedy
girl
,
”
he
scolds
softly
,
and
his
thumb
circles
my
clitoris
and
then
presses
down
.
I
groan
loudly
as
my
body
bucks
beneath
his
expert
fingers
.
He
reaches
up
and
pushes
the
T
-
shirt
over
my
head
so
I
can
see
him
.
I
blink
in
the
soft
light
of
my
sidelight
.
I
long
to
touch
him
.
