I pull out entirely, ignoring her whimper of protest. “Turn around. Hold onto the headboard.”
Her eyes widen, but she complies eagerly, shifting onto her knees and grasping the wrought iron railing of our bed. The sight of her like this—back arched, ass presented to me, still wearing those damn heels—nearly undoes me.
I run my hands down the curve of her spine, over the swell of her ass. “Beautiful.”
I align myself with her entrance again, pushing in with one smooth thrust that has us both moaning. This angle lets me go deeper, hit places that make her writhe and gasp my name.
“Yes—there—” she pants, pushing back against me, meeting each thrust with equal energy.
I snake one hand around to where we're joined, finding her clit with practiced ease. And just like that, I feel her inner walls flutter around me.
“Come for me,myshka,” I encourage her by increasing the pace of my thrusts. “Let me feel you.”
Her release washes over her like a tidal wave, her body tensing before convulsing around me, milking my cock with each spasm. The sight of her coming undone, the feel of her tightening around me, the sound of my name torn from her lips—it's too much.
My own orgasm blindsides me, pleasure radiating from the base of my spine outward. I grip her hips hard enough toleave marks as I empty myself inside her, wave after wave of intense pleasure washing over me until I'm left gasping, my body draped over hers.
For a long moment, we stay like that, connected, breathing hard, heartbeats gradually slowing. Then I carefully withdraw, helping her collapse onto the bed before lying beside her, pulling her into my arms.
She tucks her head beneath my chin, her breath warm against my chest. “Well, I'd say that was worth leaving the kitchen for.”
I chuckle. “High praise from my bossy little mistress.”
“Mmm.” She stretches against me, catlike and satisfied. “I think I deserve a reward for being such a good bossy little mistress.”
“Oh? And what would that be?”
She wiggles her foot, drawing my attention to the heels she's still wearing. “Can I please take these off now? They're killing me.”
I burst into laughter, rolling onto my back and taking her with me. “After all that, and you're still wearing them?”
“You said—” she starts, indignant.
“I said I wanted to see you in just the heels,” I remind her, reaching down to unbuckle the straps. “I didn't say you had to keep them on the entire time.”
She swats at my chest, but can't hide her grin as I remove first one shoe, then the other, massaging her feet once they're free.
“Better?” I ask, pressing my thumb into her arch.
“Much.” She sighs contentedly, melting against me. “Though I still have to finalize that menu.”
“Later,” I promise, rushing up to be by her side and tightening my arms around her. “Right now, I just want to hold you.”
*****
THE END
