fifty shades of grey excerpt contract svript

With my body on top of his I stroke my hand over the sprinkling of stubble, reacquainting myself with every curve and dip of his face. He rolls taking me with him and we pause for air, our breaths mingling and faces flushed. He raids my mouth mercilessly, our arms and legs tangling and writhing, taking in the exquisite pleasure of intimate contact. He swiftly stretches to cover my body with his, kissing me wildly.

“I’ve missed you, I’ve missed you so much.” His expression a strange blend of pain and elation, whispered words born of desperate need. His eyes look unfocussed – cross-eyed with lust. “Christian please,” I moan, begging for more. His hands slip around, cupping my backside as he pushes his nose into my sex, inhaling deeply. “Keep still or I’ll make you.” I gasp at his provocative threat and on pure instinct and raw desire my hips tilt up by their own accord, crazy in its need for any contact. He growls, low in his chest while he grips my inner thighs, pushing them apart. He makes no move to touch me but the ravenous mould of his face is pushing me to run up the steps of desire, taking them three at a time.

He takes his sweet, torturous time – luxuriating in his private viewing activity. He continues to stare, licking his lips – obviously beyond aroused by the sight but there’s nothing to hide my intimate folds and I feel exposed, squirming and certain that my blush reaches all the way down there. He slings it away carelessly, his ogling eyes never leaving the naked place they covered. He crawls up, between my legs where he stops to rid me of my sodden panties. Not sure what toy I want to play with first, greedy to get my hands on as much as possible of his flesh. Those fevered words ratchet my desire to unbearable levels and when he throws me onto the bed with a predatory glint in the steel of his stare, I feel like it’s Christmas – only I’m overwhelmed by choice. I’ve clung to the memory of what you feel like around me.” He runs the back of his hand down my cheek, then lovingly traces the line of my jaw with a knuckle. Again I catch my breath, thrilled to my core when his low tone washes over me, “you’re a rare beauty Anastasia, I cannot wait to be inside you. His answering grin is scorching, completely in tune with the hunger in his eyes and his impatient erection. This suite that I could hardly bear to enter into an hour ago has now become the perfect place for our reunion.

“Thank you.” I fling my arms around his neck, beyond ecstatic and smile at him, cramming every bit of joy I feel into it. I push the thought away, eager to indulge in a bit of Mr Grey. Oh! The arrogance of his assumption doesn’t annoy me – instead it serves as proof of his thoughtfulness though, I worry about leaving with one man and coming home with another. I’ve already let my parents know not to expect us back.

Fifty shades of grey excerpt contract svript