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“Next time, I will get you to count. Now, where’s that condom?” Grabbing it from beside her head, I ease her gently off my lap and onto the bed, facedown. Unzipping my fly, I don’t bother to remove my jeans, and I make short work of the foil packet, rolling the condom on quickly and efficiently. I lift her hips until she’s kneeling and her ass in all its rosy glory is poised in the air as I stand behind her. “I’m going to take you now. You can come,” I growl, caressing her behind and grabbing my cock. With one swift thrust I’m inside her. She moans as I move. In. Out. In. Out. I pound into her, watching my cock disappear beneath her pink backside. Her mouth is open wide and she grunts and groans with each thrust, her cries getting higher and higher. Come on, Ana. She clenches around me and cries out as she comes, hard. “Oh, Ana!” I follow her over the edge as I climax into her and lose all time and perspective. I collapse at her side, pull her on top of me, and, wrapping my arms around her, I whisper into her hair, “Oh, baby, welcome to my world.” Her weight anchors me, and she makes no attempt to touch my chest. Her eyes are closed and her breathing is returning to normal. I stroke her hair. It’s soft, a rich mahogany, shining in the glow of her bedside light. She smells of Ana and apples and sex. It’s heady. “Well done, baby.” She’s not in tears. She did as she was asked. She’s faced every challenge I’ve thrown at her; she really is quite remarkable. I finger the thin strap of her cheap cotton camisole. “Is this what you sleep in?” “Yes.” She sounds drowsy. “You should be in silks and satins, you beautiful girl. I’ll take you shopping.” “I like my sweats,” she argues. Of course she does. I kiss her hair. “We’ll see.” Closing my eyes, I relax in our quiet moment, a strange contentment warming me, filling me up inside. This feels right. Too right. “I have to go,” I murmur, and kiss her forehead. “Are you okay?” “I’m okay,” she says, sounding a little subdued. Gently I roll out from underneath her and get up. “Where’s your bathroom?” I ask, taking off the used condom and zipping up my jeans. “Down the hall to the left.” In the bathroom I discard the condoms in a trash bin and spy a bottle of baby oil on the shelf. That’s what I need. She’s dressed when I return, evading my gaze. Why so shy suddenly? “I found some baby oil. Let me rub it into your behind.”

E l james grey  
E l james grey  

Fifty Shades of Grey

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