“Please, Christian—faster,” I murmur, wanting more, now.
“Oh no, baby. I need this slow.” He kisses me sweetly, gently biting my lower lip and absorbing my soft moans.
I move my hands into his hair and surrender myself to his rhythm as slowly and surely my body climbs higher and higher and plateaus, then falls hard and fast as I come around him.
Fifty Shades Darker, p. 135.
no woman can come this way. she literally asks for it faster- for her pleasure- he refuses, and she still comes? this is impossible.
Also, like, cool christian. super slow sex. cool.