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“
You
move
,
Anastasia
,
up
and
down
,
how
you
want
.
Take
my
hands
,
”
he
breathes
,
his
voice
hoarse
and
low
and
oh
-
so
-
sexy
.
I
clasp
his
hands
,
holding
on
for
life
.
Gently
I
push
off
him
and
back
down
.
His
eyes
are
burning
with
wild
anticipation
.
His
breathing
is
ragged
,
matching
mine
,
and
he
lifts
his
pelvis
as
I
come
down
,
bouncing
me
back
up
.
We
pick
up
the
rhythm
…
up
,
down
,
up
,
down
…
over
and
over
…
and
it
feels
so
…
good
.
Between
my
panting
breaths
,
the
deep
down
,
brimming
fullness
…
the
vehement
sensation
pulsing
through
me
that
’
s
building
quickly
,
I
watch
him
,
our
eyes
locked
…
and
I
see
wonder
there
,
wonder
at
me
.
I
am
fucking
him
.
I
am
in
charge
.
He
’
s
mine
,
and
I
’
m
his
.
The
thought
pushes
me
,
weighted
with
concrete
,
over
the
edge
,
and
I
climax
around
him
…
shouting
incoherently
.
He
grabs
my
hips
,
and
closing
his
eyes
,
tipping
his
head
back
,
his
jaw
strained
,
he
comes
quietly
.
I
collapse
on
to
his
chest
,
overwhelmed
,
somewhere
between
fantasy
and
reality
,
a
place
where
there
are
no
hard
or
soft
limits
.
*
*
*
Slowly
the
outside
world
invades
my
senses
,
and
oh
my
,
what
an
invasion
.
I
am
floating
,
my
limbs
soft
and
languid
,
utterly
spent
.
I
’
m
lying
on
top
of
him
,
my
head
on
his
chest
,
and
he
smells
divine
:
freshly
laundered
linen
and
some
expensive
body
wash
and
the
best
,
most
seductive
scent
on
the
planet
…
Christian
.
I
don
’
t
want
to
move
,
I
want
to
breathe
this
elixir
for
eternity
.
I
nuzzle
him
,
wishing
I
didn
’
t
have
the
barrier
of
his
T
-
shirt
.
And
as
rhyme
and
reason
return
to
the
rest
of
my
body
,
I
stretch
my
hand
out
on
his
chest
.
This
is
the
first
time
I
’
ve
touched
him
here
.
He
’
s
firm
…
strong
.
His
hand
swoops
up
and
grabs
mine
,
but
he
softens
the
blow
by
pulling
it
to
his
mouth
and
sweetly
kissing
my
knuckles
.
He
rolls
over
so
he
’
s
gazing
down
at
me
.
“
Don
’
t
,
”
he
murmurs
,
then
kisses
me
lightly
.
“
Why
don
’
t
you
like
to
be
touched
?
”
I
whisper
,
staring
up
into
soft
gray
eyes
.
“
Because
I
’
m
fifty
shades
of
fucked
up
,
Anastasia
.
”
Oh
…
his
honesty
is
completely
disarming
.
I
blink
up
at
him
.
“
I
had
a
very
tough
introduction
to
life
.
I
don
’
t
want
to
burden
you
with
the
details
.
Just
don
’
t
.
”
He
strokes
his
nose
against
mine
,
and
then
he
pulls
out
of
me
and
sits
up
.
