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“
I
want
to
touch
you
,
”
I
breathe
.
“
I
know
,
”
he
murmurs
.
He
leans
down
and
kisses
me
,
his
fingers
still
moving
rhythmically
inside
me
,
his
thumb
circling
and
pressing
.
His
other
hand
scoops
my
hair
off
my
head
and
holds
my
head
in
place
.
His
tongue
mirrors
the
actions
of
his
fingers
,
claiming
me
.
My
legs
begin
to
stiffen
as
I
push
against
his
hand
.
He
gentles
his
hand
,
so
I
’
m
brought
back
from
the
brink
.
He
does
this
again
and
again
.
It
’
s
so
frustrating
…
Oh
,
please
,
Christian
,
I
scream
in
my
head
.
“
This
is
your
punishment
,
so
close
and
yet
so
far
.
Is
this
nice
?
”
he
breathes
in
my
ear
.
I
whimper
,
exhausted
,
pulling
against
my
restraint
.
I
’
m
helpless
,
lost
in
an
erotic
torment
.
“
Please
,
”
I
beg
,
and
he
finally
takes
pity
on
me
.
“
How
shall
I
fuck
you
,
Anastasia
?
”
Oh
…
my
body
starts
to
quiver
.
He
stills
again
.
“
Please
.
”
“
What
do
you
want
,
Anastasia
?
”
“
You
…
now
,
”
I
cry
.
“
Shall
I
fuck
you
this
way
,
or
this
way
,
or
this
way
?
There
’
s
an
endless
choice
,
”
he
breathes
against
my
lips
.
He
withdraws
his
hand
and
reaches
over
to
the
bedside
table
for
a
foil
packet
.
He
kneels
up
between
my
legs
,
and
very
slowly
he
pulls
my
panties
off
,
staring
down
at
me
,
his
eyes
gleaming
.
He
puts
on
the
condom
.
I
watch
fascinated
,
mesmerized
.
