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.
