Fifty Shades Darker (book 5) novel Chapter 140

“First surface here,” I murmur, and lift her suddenly. “Wrap your legs around me.”

She does as she’s told and I lay her down on the hall table. From my jeans pocket I fish out a condom and hand it to Ana and undo my fly.

Her fingers impatiently open the packet.

Her enthusiasm is arousing.

“Do you know how much you turn me on?”

“What? No. I…” She’s breathless.

“Well, you do. All the time.” I grab the packet from her hands and roll on the condom while staring at her. Her hair is cascading over the edge of the table and she’s staring up at me, her eyes brimming with want.

I move between her legs and lift her ass off the table, spreading her legs farther apart. “Keep your eyes open. I want to see you.” I take both her hands and slowly sink into her.

It takes all my willpower to keep my eyes open on hers. She’s exquisite.

Every fucking inch of her.

She closes her eyes and I thrust hard into her. “Open,” I urge, and I tighten my hold on her hands.

She cries out but opens her eyes. They are wild and blue and beautiful. Slowly I pull out of her, then sink into her again. She watches me.

Her eyes on me.

God, I love her.

I move faster. Loving her. The only way I really know how.

Her mouth opens, slack, wide, beautiful. And her legs tense around me.

This is going to be quick.

And she comes around me, taking me with her.

She calls out through her climax.

“Yes, Ana!” I cry. And come and come and come.

I collapse on her, release her hands, and rest my head on her chest. I close my eyes. She cradles my head, running her fingers through my hair as I catch my breath. I look up at her. “I’m not finished with you yet,” I whisper, and I kiss her and disengage myself.

Hastily, I do up my fly and lift her off the table.

We stand in the foyer holding each other. We’re under the careful watch of the women in my Madonna and Child paintings that line the walls.

I think they approve of my girl.

“Bed,” I whisper.

“Please,” she says. And I take her to bed and make love to her once more.

SHE COMES, RIDING ME hard, and I hold her upright as I watch her spiral out of control.

Fuck, it’s erotic.

She’s naked, her breasts bouncing, and I let go, climaxing inside her, my head back, my fingers digging into her hips. She flops down on my chest, panting hard.

As I recover my breath, I run my fingers down her back, dewy with her sweat.

“Satisfied, Miss Steele?”

She mumbles her agreement. Then she looks up at me; her expression is a little dazed, but she angles her head.

Shit. She’s going to kiss my chest.

I take a deep breath and she plants a soft, warm kiss on my chest.

It’s okay. The darkness is quiet. Or gone. I don’t know.

I relax and roll us onto our sides.

“Is sex like this for everyone? I’m surprised anyone ever goes out,” she says, with a sated smile.

She makes me feel ten feet tall. “I can’t speak for everyone, but it’s pretty damned special with you, Anastasia.” My lips touch hers.

“That’s because you’re pretty damned special, Mr. Grey.” She caresses my face.

“It’s late. Go to sleep.” I kiss her and pull her to me so that we’re spooning, her back to my front, and I tug up the comforter.

“You don’t like compliments.” Her voice is drifting. She’s tired.

No. I’m not used to them.

“Go to sleep, Anastasia.”

“I loved the house,” she mutters.