relaxing in the soothing warmth. When I open them, he is gazing down at me.

“Why don’t you join me?” I ask, bravely I think – my voice husky.

“I think I will. Move forward,” he orders.

He strips out of his PJ pants and climbs in behind me. The water rises as he sits and

pulls me against his chest. He places his long legs over mine, his knees bent and his ankles

level with mine, and he pulls his feet apart, opening my legs. I gasp in surprise. His nose

is in my hair and he inhales deeply.

“You smell so good, Anastasia.”

A tremor runs through my whole body. I am naked, in a bath with Christian Grey.

He’s naked.If someone had told me I’d be doing this when I woke up in his hotel suite

yesterday, I would not have believed them.

He reaches for a bottle of body wash from the built-in shelf beside the bath and squirts

some into his hand. He rubs his hands together, creating a soft, foaming lather, and he

closes his hands around my neck and starts to rub the soap into my neck and shoulders,

massaging firmly with his long, strong fingers. I groan. His hands on me feel good.

“You like that?” I hear his smile.

“Hmm.”

He moves down my arms, then under them to my underarms washing gently. I’m so

glad Kate insisted I shave. His hands glide across to my breasts, and I inhale sharply as

his fingers encircle them and start kneading gently, taking no prisoners. My body bows

instinctively, pushing my breasts into his hands. My nipples are tender. Very tender, no

doubt from his less-than-delicate treatment of them last night. He doesn’t linger long and

glides his hands down to my stomach and belly. My breathing increases, and my heart is

racing. His growing erection presses against my behind. It’s such a turn-on knowing that

it’s my body making him feel this way. Ha… not your mind.My subconscious sneers. I

shake off the unwelcome thought.

He stops and reaches for a washcloth as I pant against him, wanting… needing. My

hands rest on his firm, muscular thighs. Squirting more soap on to the washcloth, he leans

down and washes between my legs. I hold my breath. His fingers skillfully stimulating

me through the cloth, it’s heavenly, and my hips start moving at their own rhythm, pushing

against his hand. As the sensations take over, I tilt my head back, my eyes rolling to the

back of my head, my mouth slack, and I groan. The pressure is building slowly, inexorably

inside me … oh my.

“Feel it, baby,” Christian whispers in my ear and very gently grazes my earlobe with

his teeth. “Feel it for me.” My legs are pinioned by his to the side of the bath, holding me

prisoner, giving him easy access to this most private part of myself.

“Oh… please,” I whisper. I try to stiffen my legs as my body goes rigid. I am in a

sexual thrall to this man, and he doesn’t let me move.

“I think you’re clean enough now,” he murmurs, and he stops. What! No! No! No!

My breathing is ragged.

“Why are you stopping?” I gasp.

“Because I have other plans for you Anastasia.”

What… oh my… but… I was… that’s not fair.

“Turn around. I need washing, too,” he murmurs.

Oh! Turning to face him, I’m shocked to find he has his erection firmly in his grasp.

My mouth drops open.

“I want you to become well acquainted, on first name terms if you will, with my favor-

ite and most cherished part of my body. I’m very attached to this.”

It’s so big and growing.His erection is above the water line, the water lapping at his

hips. I glance up at him and come face to face with his wicked grin. He’s enjoying my

astounded expression. I realize that I’m staring. I swallow. That was inside me!It doesn’t

seem possible. He wants me to touch him. Hmm… okay, bring it on.

I smile at him and reach for the body wash, squirting some soap onto my hand. I do as

he’s done, lathering the soap in my hands until they are foamy. I do not take my eyes off

his. My lips are parted to accommodate my breathing… very deliberately I gently bite my

bottom lip and then run my tongue across it, tracing where my teeth have been. His eyes

are serious and dark, and they widen as my tongue skims my lower lip. I reach forward

and place one of my hands around him, mirroring how he’s holding himself. His eyes close

briefly. Wow… feels much firmer than I expect. I squeeze, and he places his hand over

mine.“Like this,” he whispers, and he moves his hand up and down with a firm grip round

my fingers, and my fingers tighten around him. He closes his eyes again, and his breath

hitches in his throat. When he opens them again, his gaze is scorching molten gray. “That’s

right, baby.”

He releases my hand, leaving me to continue alone, and closes his eyes as I move

up and down his length. He flexes his hips slightly into my hand and reflexively I grasp

him tighter. A low groan escapes from deep within his throat. Fuck my mouth… hmm.I

remember him pushing his thumb in my mouth and asking me to suck, hard. His mouth

drops open slightly as his breathing increases. I lean forward, while he has his eyes closed,

and place my lips around him and tentatively suck, running my tongue over the tip.

“Whoa… Ana.” His eyes fly open, and I suck harder.

Hmm… he’s soft and hard at once, like steel encased in velvet, and surprisingly tasty

– salty and smooth.

“Christ,” he groans, and he closes his eyes again.

Moving down, I push him into my mouth. He groans again. Ha!My inner goddess

is thrilled. I can do this. I canfuck himwith my mouth. I twirl my tongue around the tip again, and he flexes his hips. His eyes are open now, blistering with heat. His teeth are

clenched as he flexes again, and I push him deeper into my mouth, supporting myself on

his thighs. I feel his legs tense beneath my hands. He reaches up and grabs my pigtails

and starts to really move.

“Oh… baby… that feels good,” he murmurs. I suck harder, flicking my tongue across

the head of his impressive erection. Wrapping my teeth behind my lips, I clamp my mouth

around him. His breath hisses between his teeth, and he groans.

“Jesus. How far can you go?” he whispers.

Hmm…I pull him deeper into my mouth so I can feel him at the back of my throat and

then to the front again. My tongue swirls around the end. He’s my very own Christian

Grey flavor popsicle. I suck harder and harder, pushing him deeper and deeper, swirling

my tongue round and round. Hmm…I had no idea giving pleasure could be such a turn-on,

watching him writhe subtly with carnal longing. My inner goddess is doing the merengue

with some salsa moves.

“Anastasia, I’m going to come in your mouth,” his breathy tone is warning. “If you

don’t want me to, stop now.” He flexes his hips again, his eyes are wide, wary, and filled

with salacious need – need for me. Need for my mouth... oh my.

Holy crap. His hands are really gripping my hair. I can do this. I push even harder

and, in a moment of extraordinary confidence, I bare my teeth. It tips him over the edge.

He cries out and stills, and I can feel warm, salty liquid oozing down my throat. I swallow

quickly. Ugh… I’m not sure about this. But one look at him, and he’s come apart in the

bath because of me, and I don’t care. I sit back and watch him, a triumphant, gloating smile

tugging at the corners of my lips. His breathing is ragged. Opening his eyes, he glares at

me. “Don’t you have a gag reflex?” he asks, astonished. “Christ, Ana… that was… good,