This particular day — they all blissfully ran together in a kind of monotony that soothed them both — Anastasia found herself looking out the kitchen window, eyeing the path that Mikhail would take from the main house to the cottage. As if she had willed it into being, some movement drew her eye, and he appeared from the treeline.
Anastasia ogled shamelessly, her stare already hot with anticipation. He caught her gaze from the window and started to laugh.
The sound drifted through the glass and brought a smile to her face. These days, they were unabashed, an effect of the sea air and the euphoric feeling of having every possibility open to them now.
Mikhail slowed his gait purposefully, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head before throwing it over his shoulder.
“Oh,Christ,” Anastasia cursed under her breath in the kitchen.
This was a game that they had played many times over, but one that she would never grow tired of. He laced his fingers together, stretching his hands above his head, pulling the muscles in his arm and chest taunt.
Anastasia moved away from the window, walking towards their bedroom to wait for him. She pulled off the shift that she was wearing and as she passed the front door, flicked her finger once and threw the door open with her magic.
She didn’t bother to make eye contact with Mikhail, feigning impassivity as she tossed the shift to the floor and disappeared into the bedroom.
Anastasia laid down on the bed and felt the growing heat between her legs, sliding her fingers to her core and circling her clit lazily. She let her eyes flutter closed as her thoughts drifted to Mikhail.
He was only a minute behind her, slamming the front door closed and kicking off his pants as he went. He turned the corner to the bedroom, licking his lips when he saw her, waiting for him.
“Malyshka,” his voice was low, husky. “You couldn’t even wait for me, hm?” Anastasia bit her lip to keep the smirk off of her face.
“You were taking too long,” her voice took on a playful tone. She bit back a small gasp as she slid a finger into herself, moving slowly against her own palm.
“Hands on the mattress.” He went to the side of the bed as he crossed his arms over his broad chest and stared at her.
He was already hard, Anastasia struggling to hold a disinterested look on her face and keep her eyes off of him. She pretended she didn’t hear him, adding a second finger and canting her hips faster against her grip.
“Anya,” the command was thick in his voice, “Stop it. Now.”
Anastasia froze, her hands going to her sides as she cursed herself mentally for her response. It was the demand that did it, snapping Anastasia out of her reverie and pulling all of her attention straight to Mikhail.
“Then touch me,” she whined, shifting her hips on the bed.
“I plan on it,” he growled. Before she knew it, he was on top of her, wrapping an arm around her waist and flipping her over on her stomach. Mikhail pulled Anastasia up until she was on all fours as he kneeled behind her.
“Are you always this naughty when I’m gone?” His voice was like gravel as his hand moved down her spine, leaving a fire in its wake. She felt each callous on his palm as he skirted around her waist, teasing and refusing to touch her where she needed it.
“Maybe,” Anastasia hissed, refusing to give up the game that easily, “Maybe Ineed it.”Mikhail chuckled, hearing the taunt in her voice. He kept moving his hands over her body, letting her talk. “If I wasn’t tired after —oh!”
Her voice was cut off in a sharp gasp as Mikhail’s hand made contact with her ass, spanking her once. He licked his lips, feeling himself get even harder as he watched her pale skin flush red.
“Were you saying something,malyshka?” His voice was sweet and cloying as if he had no idea what had cut her off. He brought his hand to her and slowly rubbed over her cheek.
“Please,” Anastasia felt like her body was on fire, now fighting against her basest urges as she rocked back against Mikhail.
“What was that?”
“Please!”Her voice was pleading and Mikhail tutted his voice in disapproval.
“How many times did you touch yourself without me?”
“What?” Anastasia’s voice was breathy and distracted. She could feel the heat radiating off of him, his body almost pressed against hers from behind.
“I think you heard me.” She let out a sharp cry when Mikhail’s hand came down again on the same spot, the pain blossoming over to something else entirely. “How many times?”
“Three,” she gasped out, her head dropping to the mattress, “three times.” Mikhail’s laugh was dark in response.
“You’re almost there already,malyshka, isn’t that right?” He let his hand slide between her legs, cupping her sex and sliding a finger slowly around her entrance before removing it.
