“Medium-rare, please,” Anastasia answered, taking a seat at the breakfast bar. “It’s so good to be back here, I’ve really missed it.”
“Well, all that matters is that you’re back now,” Heather said, giving Ana a motherly smile. “I’ll get on that steak. Nikolai, why don’t you take a seat?” She headed back to the stove, humming as she went.
A few moments later, the steaks hit Heather’s hot pan with a satisfying sizzle. While I enjoyed cooking, I wasn’t a patch on Heather. Ana yawned from her seat beside me.
“We can head straight to bed after dinner if you want?” I asked her, taking pity.
“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.” She giggled as she fought yet another yawn.
I laughed, “There’s no way you’re sleeping through the night,” I had a feeling she didn’t care. She shrugged.
“I have the rest of my life to sleep through the night. For now, I just want to eat and sleep.” Ana told me.
We waited, watching with impatient eyes and empty bellies for the food to be cooked and plated up. But it was worth it, at one juicy bite my mouth watered - that may have had to do with the x-rated noises the sex goddess next to me had been making through the entire meal.
Ana’s cutlery clinked against her plate as she laid down her knife and fork. “That was beautiful, Heather. Thank you.”
“Would you like any dessert or just leave it for now? I’ve got homemade cherry pie with ice cream,” Heather asked. Ana considered the idea of dessert, she seemed to be weighing it up against the urge to head on up to bed. Sleep was calling her away, I could see it.
“I think I'll leave it for now, but I’ll probably be back down later for a midnight snack.” Heather chuckled.
“Right,” Ana said, getting to her feet. “I’m going to get some sleep.” She looked at me and tilted her head to the side, the universal gesture for ‘you coming?’
“I’ll be right up,” I told her. Picking up our plates, I took them to the sink before Heather shooed me away.
“It’s what you pay me for, Nikolai,” she admonished lightly.
I didn’t need any encouragement to go and find Ana. She was already up the stairs when I got to them, and I heard the bedroom door closing. Uncertainty struck me. Would she have gone to my room, or to hers? I knew which one I hoped she’d chosen but I still doubted myself.
At the top of the stairs, I strode to my bedroom door. The one right across from Ana’s. I opened the door slowly. She wasn’t there.
Crestfallen, I retreated, and knocked on Ana’s bedroom door. When there was no answer, I called her name, my heart beginning to pound irrationally.
“Just a minute!” the muffled voice came. From my room. The latch on my ensuite door clicked, and she emerged wearing only her underwear. “I was just washing up. I felt grimy after that car journey.”
Instead of laughing with relief, I smiled and walked over to the bed, taking off my shirt. Her eyes roved over my torso then met mine. She took off her bra and stepped out of her underwear, before slipping between the covers, turning onto her side and facing away from me.
I pulled off my jeans and got into bed, shuffling up to her so that I could hold her in my arms. We fit together like we were meant to be. She shifted slightly, pulling my right arm over her ribs. I rested my hand just below her breast. I felt my cock hardening as she nuzzled closer, rubbing her ass over my crotch.
“If you want to sleep, you’re going to have to stop doing that,” I said quietly, a smile curling my lips. She knew exactly the effect she had on me.
“Okay,” she whined. “I do want to sleep, but don’t blame me if I wake you up later…”
My smile spread into a grin. I had no problem with that at all.
