Novel Titanic
Chapter 23
Chapter 23
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Fuck.
She pushes her hand back. Ah! Almost too far. Almost painfully. I groan and tense and close my eyes; the sight of
her on her knees and the feel of her hand around me is nearly too much. Suddenly, her warm, wet mouth is
around me. She sucks hard. “Ah. Ana. Whoa, gently.” As I cup her head she pushes me deeper into her mouth,
sheathing her teeth with her lips, pressing down on me.
“Fuck,” I whisper in veneration, and I flex my hips so I’m deeper in her mouth. That feels so good. She does it over
and over, and it’s beyond arousing. She swirls her tongue around the end, repeatedly, teasing me. She’s all tit for
tat today. I groan, reveling in the feel of her adept mouth and tongue.
Christ. She’s too good at this. She takes me deep into her mouth once more.
“Ana, that’s enough. No more,” I insist through clenched teeth. She’s unraveling my control. I do not want to come
now; I want to be inside her when I explode, but she ignores me and does it again and again.
Fucking tease.
“Ana, you’ve made your point. I do not want to come in your mouth.” I grunt. And still she disobeys me.
Enough, woman.
Grasping her shoulders, I drag her to her feet, lift her quickly, and toss her onto her bed. I reach for my jeans and
fish out a condom from the back pocket and dispense with my shirt, dragging it over my head and leaving it beside
my jeans. She’s lying sprawled and wanton on the bed.
“Take your bra off.” She sits up and hurriedly does as she’s told, for once.
“Lie down. I want to look at you.”
She lies back on her sheets, eyes on me. Her hair is tousled and free, a luscious chestnut halo spilled across the
pillow. Her body is flushed a delicate pink with arousal. Her nipples are hard, calling to me; her long legs are
parted.
She’s stunning.
I rip the foil packet open and roll on the rubber. She watches my every move, still panting. Waiting for me.
“You’re a fine sight, Anastasia Steele.”
And you’re mine. Again.
Crawling up the bed, I kiss her ankles, the insides of her knees, her thighs, her hip, her soft belly; my tongue
swirls around her navel and she rewards me with a loud moan. I lick the underside of one breast, then the other.
And take her nipple in my mouth, teasing it, elongating it as it hardens between my lips. I tug hard, and she
writhes brazenly beneath me, calling out.
Patience, baby.
Releasing that nipple, I lavish my attention on its twin.
“Christian, please.”
“Please what?” I murmur between her breasts, enjoying her need.
“I want you inside me.”
“Do you, now?”
“Please.” She’s all breathy and desperate, just how I like her. I push her legs apart with my knees. Oh, I want you,
too, baby. I hover over her, poised and ready. I want to savor this moment, this moment when I reclaim her
beautiful body, reclaim my beautiful girl. Her dark, smoky eyes meet mine and slowly, slowly, I sink into her.
Fuck. She feels so good. So tight. So right.
She tilts her pelvis up to meet me, throws her head back, her chin in the air, and her mouth is open in soundless
adulation. She grasps my upper arms and groans without restraint. What a wonderful sound it is. I place my hands
around her head to hold her in place, ease out of her, then slide into her again. Her fingers find my hair, tugging
and twisting, and I move slowly, feeling her tight, wet warmth around me as I relish every single fucking inch of
her.
Her eyes are dark, her mouth slack, as she pants beneath me. She looks gorgeous.
“Faster, Christian, faster. Please,” she pleads.
Your wish is my command, baby.
My mouth finds hers, claiming that, too, and I start to move, really move, pushing and pushing. She’s so damned
beautiful. I have missed this. Missed everything about her. She feels like home. She is home. She’s everything.
And I lose myself, burying myself in her over and over again.
She starts building around me, reaching her peak.
Oh, baby, yes. Her legs tense. She’s close. So am I.
“Come on, baby. Give it to me,” I whisper through my gritted teeth. She cries out as she detonates around me,
clenching and drawing me deep inside her, and I come, pouring my life and soul into her.
“Ana! Oh, fuck—Ana!”
I collapse on her, pressing her into the mattress, and bury my face in her neck, inhaling her delicious, intoxicating
Ana perfume.
She’s mine once more.
Mine.
No one will take her away from me, and I’ll do everything in my power to keep her.
Once I’ve caught my breath I lean up and take her hands in mine as her eyes flutter open. They are the bluest of
blue, clear and sated. She gives me a shy smile and I trail the tip of my nose down the length of hers, trying to find
the words to express my gratitude. In lieu of any suitable words, I offer her a swift kiss as I reluctantly ease out of
her. “I’ve missed this.”
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