Ana,' he murmurs, and his words are my undoing. I know I am going to miss. The balcony bra retains my breasts in a perfect display, the very low cut of the demi cups only just covering my puckering areola. I make short work of his zipper, and soon his pants and boxers join the rest of our clothing. He eases my knees on to the floor so that now I'm leaning over the bed. His gray eyes are glowing. Apart from my heart, what can he have that belongs to me? Most importantly, a stack of printed pages sits on her desk. Unworldly and innocent, Ana is shocked to find she wants this man. I scowl at him. I turn and climb into the back, and there he sits—Christian Grey—wearing his gray suit, no tie, his white shirt open at the collar. I know what he's going to do, and the anticipation He looks quizzically at Taylor who stares impassively back at him, revealing nothing. My mouth dries. In the large mirror on the wall, I take a long, hard look at my face. Answer me,' he says calmly. This is home. He hits me again, slightly to the side, and again, the other side, then pauses slowly as he peels my panties down and pulls them off. Rarely does at these kinds of events. He watches my realisation, his wicked grin far too knowing. My skin heats.
I groan in pleasure, one hand finding a grip on his thigh while the other rakes through his hair. My back arches as I try to absorb the sensations. I look forward to seeing you. The Mister is an all-new story, the first book since the author rocketed to international stardom to break away from Christian and Anastasia of the 50 Shades series. I smile but my brow knits into a question as I tilt my head in curiosity. He puts on his headphones and flips a switch and the rotors speed up, deafening me. I flush and glance down at my fingers. I step back, but he grabs my hand and pulls me to his side. His back is sun-kissed with a tan that fades as his hips narrow to dimples and to a pale, taut backside. Outside on the curb, Taylor is waiting. She stands, shocked and fascinated at once, her feet rooted to the wooden floor as she stares. His glare darkens to something quite sinister, and slowly he makes his way toward us. Again his hand glides up my back, this time fisting in my hair as he pulls me up and against him, almost aggressively. Holy cow. He clasps my hand. Holy fuck! He obviously has feelings for you. His voice is turning huskier, his look darker as he brushes his thumb over the dark raring point. It will be too intense. Tell me. He smiles against my neck, and his fingers curl around my jaw and throat, holding me fast for a moment. Briefly it reminds me of the Thomas Tallis experience. Circling around
Angry is better than tearful. I also host a book club on Sundays. The soft satin of my nightgown rises higher, skimming over my sensitized skin, as he pushes the fabric. Why does he feel that way? He opens the rear door of the car. Holy cow! My friend, my only friend while Kate is away. I cannot image my life without you. Has he found a new submissive from wherever they come from? Christian stares pensively out the window. A devilish smile curls his mouth before he gently caresses it, sending hot shivers rocketing through me. My eyes fall on the bracelet and I lift it, paging through the charms one by one, taking stock. Drawing in and out his thick length drags over my clitoris, making my body judder and shake in appreciation. He hits me again, slightly to the side, and again, the other side, then pauses slowly as he peels my panties down and pulls them off. He nods, and I bend down and grasp the sides of the chair. These sexy Fifty Shades Darker book excerpts will leave you feeling pretty ready for the next film installment, and most likely ready for a cold shower, too. Here's a quick refresher on every sexy encounter these two shared in the book so you know what to expect in the movie. What does this mean?
James, author of Fifty Shades of Grey announces new book. And I try, I try to stay still despite the heady combination of cold and his inflaming touch. He waits patiently for my brain to make the connection while he reaches past me to pour us some champagne. Apart from my heart, what can he have that belongs to me? Put your hands flat on the table. Then with the back of the spoon, he spreads it over each breast and nipple. I expected him to find my sex but instead he grips himself, in the swirling water I can just make out his fist jacking violently up and down his strained stalk. How cool is that? He looks down, into the water seemingly searching for something and when I reach him he lifts me onto my knees on a low seat in the tub, then moves us to the right. Christian makes Ana strip for him, and then they make such sweet love that Ana professes her IRL love for him during the act. I think Christian is going to expire. I make a mental note to always buy two pairs of panties with every set of lingerie I purchase as I hook my thumbs underneath and slip them off. This potent, sentimental display of love makes my surrender to him sweet, easy. His mouth comes away and his fingers take its place, rolling, elongating while his other hand dives below the water. He grasps my hips firmly, eases out of me again, and this time slams back into me, causing me to cry out. Excuse me, girls. I force myself to linger, taking my time to get into the tub to give him an eyeful of what he seems to appreciate so much. We were each skirting around our own issues—my fear of punishment, his fear of. He settles down and goes back to sleep. He powers down Charlie Tango, flipping various switches so the rotors stop, and eventually all I hear is my own breathing through the headphones. I will do everything in my power to protect you. He caresses my behind with his long-fingered hands, and I'm helpless, trussed up and pressed into the mattress, at his mercy, and of my own free will. Dios mio, have you lost weight? Here, now, in the elevator. And he gasps, a strangled moan. Oh, that feels so good—possessing him, possessing me. My world stands still, tilts, then spins on a new axis; and I savor the moment gazing into his sincere, beautiful gray eyes. Come on.
Why does he feel that way? He laughs at my brazen arrogance and shakes his head as he holds up the robe for me. You look, well, odd. One of them gasps as I approach, no doubt recognizing me from the portraits. The last time we flew to Seattle it was dark, but this evening the view is spectacular, literally out of this world. He grasps my hips firmly, eases out of me again, and this time slams back into me, causing me to cry out. He grunts, his teeth bared as if in pain as he fights to hold off his release, keeping me still. I cannot image my life without you. Oh, what I can do to him! He's kissing my mouth, my chin, my jaw, then nibbling my ear. Oh no. Christian turns and gazes at me. I have been burned already, and yet here I am again. I try hard not to scowl at her. Fifty Shades Darker: My eyes fall on the bracelet and I lift it, paging through the charms one by one, taking stock. Change of subject—talk about non sequitur—from playful to serious. Hush, I know. We need to talk. Here's a quick refresher on every sexy encounter these two shared in the book so you know what to expect in the movie. We were each skirting around our own issues—my fear of punishment, his fear of. To hide my feverish blush I wrap my mouth around him, gripping the base of his erection to keep him still.
He deepens his effort, his strong tongue pushing through my seduced lips and finding mine is a long, stroking dance. Already I can feel him grow thicker in his relentless race to orgasm. The monogrammed Bellagio robes are, like the hotel, lavish. One of them gasps as I approach, no doubt recognizing me from the portraits. Oh, this is where I want to be. I feel a hand at my elbow and Christian is back. The balcony bra retains my breasts in a perfect display, the very low cut of the demi cups only just covering my puckering areola. I flush, and Christian runs his hands through his hair, bristling with barely contained anger. Smiling broadly, he hurries over to open them for me. Once inside he buckles me firmly into my harness, cinching the straps tight. I'm fine. I rest my head against him, and he kisses my hair repeatedly. I gasp and shudder embarrassingly against him. We wander past a few more prints, and I notice a couple nodding at me, smiling broadly as if they know me. He must have bought one of them. Honestly, the audacity of this man—this man who has put me through hell over the last few days. Tell me.
My eyes flick to the box then back up to him. For a second I think the gift can wait but he stops, a childlike excitement overtaking him. Christian joins me, and I take a deep breath and swallow, trying to recover some of my earlier equilibrium. Game over! Who did this, when? He stirs, the muscles in his back rippling, and his eyelids flicker open to reveal unfocused but brilliant green eyes. One of them gasps as I approach, no doubt recognizing me from the portraits. In his own way, he does care about me. I push through the water, wearing my bedroom eyes I reach him. I swipe the fruit over his lips then join the feast, licking the smeared chocolate from his lips, trailing my tongue down his chin to lap up the trickled juice. This blog contains mature content — strictly over 18's! Taylor opens the door and I slide out. What time would you suggest? He unties my wrists, keeping his fingers inside me as I lie panting and spent over him. This feeling that I now know so well I smile but my brow knits into a question as I tilt my head in curiosity. A tall, blond, square-jawed man in a dark suit leaps out and, ducking low, runs toward us. I pull the melted chocolate and the fruit platter closer, positioning it on the edge of the hot tub. I have been burned already, and yet here I am again. When the seal of my lips break to accommodate my quickening breath he takes his opening. Christian ends up winning and they have sex on the pool table. He nods, and I bend down and grasp the sides of the chair. The balcony bra retains my breasts in a perfect display, the very low cut of the demi cups only just covering my puckering areola. I wonder as I lift the lid, my heart and belly fluttering excitedly. It's about as vulnerable as we see him get.
With a fluid shift he slips off his perch and into the warm water where he stands, pushing his thighs between my legs so I have to look up to him. They have no idea what we're up to. How does she know my name? I can hear his staccato breaths with each gentle thrust of his body. Christian joins me, and I take a deep breath and swallow, trying to recover some of my earlier equilibrium. Who did this, when? The scene is all about Ana taking control and telling Christian exactly what she wants, for a change. We need to talk. My back arches as I try to absorb the sensations. But my hips start to move involuntarily. His mouth drops open, and now his amusement is obvious. He has broad, defined shoulders, and on his biceps is an elaborate tattoo that is partially hidden by the bedding. It's about as vulnerable as we see him get. Congratulations again. I expected him to find my sex but instead he grips himself, in the swirling water I can just make out his fist jacking violently up and down his strained stalk. I touch him—sticking to the boundaries—his arms, his hair, his lower back, his beautiful behind—and my breathing accelerates as his steady rhythm pushes me higher and higher. Fifty Shades of Grey may not be everyone's cup of tea, but it's certainly not lacking in shock value and undeniably smutty sex scenes. Without preamble and with utter sincerity I take him into my arms, intent on giving him every inch of me he wants to take. I think Christian is going to expire. I nudge him to the edge of the spa. Wet hands glide — slipping and sliding smoothly over shoulders, arms, backs and chests — like fireworks bursting across sensitised skin. Vaguely I feel a fist in my hair, showing me the rhythm to finish him off. My thoughts plague me into the early hours until eventually I fall into a fitful, exhausted sleep. The soft satin of my nightgown rises higher, skimming over my sensitized skin, as he pushes the fabric. This potent, sentimental display of love makes my surrender to him sweet, easy. I shake my head, equally puzzled. On top,' he orders, pulling me astride him.
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Magnificent man that he is, he always manages to zero in on a problem and solve it, this time with humour as I giggle, my feelings of inadequacy banished before I pull his face toward me for a coy, soft kiss.
From the pocket of his robe he produces a small box, no logo, no distinct features that give away any clues to the contents.