and hot. My hands stay in his hair, pulling gently as I try to quiet my too-loud breathing.

He gazes up at me through impossibly long lashes, his eyes a scorching smoky gray. His

hands reach up and undo the button on my jeans, and he leisurely pulls down the zipper.

Without taking his eyes off mine, his hands move beneath the waistband, skimming me and

moving to my behind. His hands glide slowly down my backside to my thighs, removing

my jeans as they go. I cannot look away. He stops and licks his lips, never breaking eye

contact. He leans forward, running his nose up the apex between my thighs. I feel him.

There.

“You smell so good,” he murmurs and closes his eyes, a look of pure pleasure on his

face, and I practically convulse. He reaches up and tugs the duvet off the bed, then pushes

me gently so I fall on to the mattress.

Still kneeling, he grasps my foot and undoes my Converse, pulling off my shoe and

sock. I raise myself up on my elbows to see what he’s doing. I’m panting… wanting. He

lifts my foot by the heel and runs his thumbnail up my instep. It’s almost painful, but I feel

the movement echoed in my groin. I gasp. Not taking his eyes off mine, again he runs his

tongue along my instep and then his teeth. Shit.I groan… how can I feel this, there.I fall back on to the bed, moaning. I hear his soft chuckle.

“Oh, Ana, what I could do to you,” he whispers. He removes my other shoe and sock,

then stands and removes my jeans. I’m lying on his bed dressed only in my bra and panties,

and he’s staring down at me.

“You’re very beautiful, Anastasia Steele. I can’t wait to be inside you.”

Holy shit.His words. He’s so seductive. He takes my breath away.

“Show me how you pleasure yourself.”

What?I frown.

“Don’t be coy, Ana, show me,” he whispers.

I shake my head.

“I don’t know what you mean.” My voice is hoarse. I hardly recognize it, laced with

desire.

“How do you make yourself come? I want to see.”

I shake my head.

“I don’t,” I mumble. He raises his eyebrows, astonished for a moment, and his eyes

darken, and he shakes his head in disbelief.

“Well, we’ll have to see what we can do about that.” His voice is soft, challenging,

a delicious sensual threat. He undoes the buttons of his jeans and slowly pulls his jeans

down, his eyes on mine the whole time. He leans down over me and, grasping each of my

ankles, quickly jerks my legs apart and crawls onto the bed between my legs. He hovers

over me. I am squirming with need.

“Keep still,” he murmurs, and then he leans down and kisses the inside of my thigh,

trailing kisses up, over the thin lacy material of my panties, kissing me.

Oh… I can’t keep still. How can I not move? I wriggle beneath him.

“We’re going to have to work on keeping you still, baby.” He trails kisses up my belly,

and his tongue dips into my navel. Still he’s heading north, kissing me across my torso.

My skin is burning. I’m flushed, too hot, too cold, and I’m clawing at the sheet beneath

me. He lay down beside me, and his hand trails up from my hip, to my waist, and up to

my breast. He gazes down at me, his expression unreadable, and gently cups my breast.

“You fit my hand perfectly, Anastasia,” he murmurs and dips his index finger into the

cup of my bra and gently yanks it down freeing my breast, but the under wire and fabric of

the cup force it upward. His finger moves to my other breast and repeats the process. My

breasts swell, and my nipples harden under his steady gaze. I am trussed-up by my own

bra.“Very nice,” he whispers appreciatively, and my nipples harden even more.

He blows very gently on one as his hand moves to my other breast, and his thumb

slowly rolls the end of my nipple, elongating it. I groan, feeling the sweet sensation all the

way to my groin. I am so wet . Oh please,I beg internally as my fingers clasp the sheet

tighter. His lips close around my other nipple and he tugs, I nearly convulse.

“Let’s see if we can make you come like this,” he whispers, continuing his slow, sen-

sual assault. My nipples bear the delicious brunt of his deft fingers and lips, setting alight

every single nerve ending in my body so that my whole body sings with the sweet agony.

He just doesn’t stop.

“Oh… please,” I beg, and I pull my head back, my mouth open as I groan, my legs

stiffening. Holy hell, what’s happening to me?

“Let go, baby,” he murmurs. His teeth close round my nipple, and his thumb and finger

pull hard, and I fall apart in his hands, my body convulsing and shattering into a thousand

pieces. He kisses me, deeply, his tongue in my mouth absorbing my cries.

Oh my.That was extraordinary. Now I know what all the fuss is about. He gazes

down at me, a satisfied smile on his face, while I’m sure there’s nothing but gratitude and

awe on mine.

“You are very responsive,” he breathes. “You’re going to have to learn to control that,

and it’s going to be so much fun teaching you how.” He kisses me again.

My breathing is still ragged as I come down from my orgasm. His hand moves down

my waist, to my hips, and then cups me, intimately... Jeez.His finger slips through the fine

lace and slowly circles around me – there.Briefly he closes his eyes, and his breathing

hitches.

“You’re so deliciously wet. God, I want you.” He thrusts his finger inside me, and I

cry out as he does it again and again. He palms my clitoris, and I cry out once more. He

pushes inside me harder and harder still. I groan.

Suddenly, he sits up and tugs my panties off and throws them on the floor. Pulling off

his boxer briefs, his erection springs free. Holy cow… He reaches over to his bedside table

and grabs a foil packet, and then he moves between my legs, spreading them further apart.

He kneels up and pulls a condom on to his considerable length. Oh no…Will it? How?

“Don’t worry,” he breathes, his eyes on mine, “You expand too.” He leans down, his

hands on either side of my head, so he’s hovering over me, staring down into my eyes, his

jaw clenched, eyes burning. It’s only now that I register he’s still wearing his shirt.

“You really want to do this?” he asks softly.

“Please,” I beg.

“Pull your knees up,” he orders softly, and I’m quick to obey. “I’m going to fuck you

now, Miss Steele,” he murmurs as he positions the head of his erection at the entrance of

my sex. “Hard,” he whispers, and he slams into me.

“Aargh!” I cry as I feel a weird pinching sensation deep inside me as he rips through

my virginity. He stills, gazing down at me, his eyes bright with ecstatic triumph.

His mouth is open slightly, and his breathing is harsh. He groans.

“You’re so tight. You okay?”

I nod, my eyes wide, my hands on his forearms. I feel so full. He stays still, letting me

acclimatize to the intrusive, overwhelming feeling of him inside me.

“I’m going to move, baby,” he breathes after a moment, his voice tight.

Oh.

He eases back with exquisite slowness. And he closes his eyes and groans, and thrusts

into me again. I cry out a second time, and he stills.

“More?” he whispers, his voice raw.

“Yes,” I breathe. He does it once more, and stills again.

I groan. My body accepting him… Oh, I want this.

“Again?” he breathes.

“Yes.” It’s a plea.

And he moves, but this time he doesn’t stop. He shifts onto his elbows so I can feel

his weight on me, holding me down. He moves slowly at first, easing himself in and out of