The first thing she did when we got back home was head straight to the bathroom.
I went in with her, watching her strip out of her body con dress while I leaned back on the counter.
“I was thinking of shifting your responsibilities,” I said, starting the conversation I’d wanted to have at the club before her torturing session had taken the whole night.
She stepped into the shower and started to rinse herself off.
This was an important conversation but watching water cascade down her voluptuous body was not helping me focus on the importance of the conversation.
“I won’t be taking Dom’s job,” she said dryly.
I chuckled. My eyes locked on the perfect curve of her ass. I wondered if the reason she didn’t close the shower door was because of the conversation we were having or because she wanted me to watch.
With Katya, it could be for no reason at all.
“I wasn’t planning on handing his duties over to you, Kitten, I wanted to have you participate more in the Sorvino businesses.”
“Ales, while I do appreciate the thought,” she said as she worked a lather on her body, “all I can think about right now is why you’ve been standing there, watching me when I left the door open for you to join me.”
I smiled and started undoing the buttons of my shirt. “You know, it is a coincidence, but I was just thinking about the same thing.”
After I stripped, I joined her in the shower, helping her rinse the soap off her skin.
My hand slid up and down her body with ease, mesmerized by the smoothness.
“You are so fucking perfect, Kitten.” I whispered to the back of her head as she backed into me, rubbing my hardening member against her soft, full ass.
Katya turned off the shower and kept on rubbing against my shaft. Up and down. My mouth fell on her shoulder, kissing and scraping my teeth along it until it got to that sweet spot between her shoulder and neck that she licked, and I felt goosebumps prickle on her skin, with my hands on her hips.
With a hand on the shower wall, Katya started to rock, slowly, moaning music to my ears when my hands slithered up to cup her breasts.
Her perfect tits fit so well in my hands.
They fit perfectly.
Squeezing her tit between my fingers and roughly massaging her breast, Katya’s rocking tempo increased, and a curse escaped my mouth.
She was going to drive me to climax if it continued like that, so I reached up for her hand, pressing them to the wall while I leaned my hips back, out of her reach.
She let out a growl and I hissed between my teeth, suckling a path up her shoulder. This was for her. This time, I was going to take my time, to draw it out because I’d wanted to feel her against me for the days she’d been taken from me.
I drew her hands up, putting them together. “If you move, Kitten, I’ll stop.”
Then I let my hands slide down her sides. Felt them raise goosebumps as they passed and felt her shiver against my chest.
I’d missed her so much.
My mouth found the back of her neck, her wet hair tickling my nose as I nibbled against her skin while my hand kneaded her hips.
Her breathing was brash, but not enough.
I wanted her panting like a fucking animal in heat. I wanted her too weak to stand, all her pride shattered as she begged me to take her deep.
My hands slithered forward. Slowly, evil, teasing. Her breathing shook with anticipation, and I leaned into her, slowly.
Easing my hard-on closer and closer until it pressed against her ass, and she muttered under her breath in Russian. I felt her hips buckle and paused.
To let her know I wasn’t joking.