Becca leaned against me for two minutes after she switched the vibrator off. I felt her breasts and her cheek against my back, her arms linked around my waist. Her cheek contracted as if she were smiling.
“Oh baby, that was so good.”
I gathered a deep breath. “Yes, Mistress.”
She pulled away and out of me, then reached to the counter for the buttplug and slid it inside me. She reached to take the wineglass.
“Stand up, boy, then turn around. I want to hold you.”
Becca stepped off the footstool, reached around me to place the wineglass on the counter, and hugged me tight. We stayed like that for more than a minute, embracing each other. I felt an immense relief ... was she finally done? My fingertips brushed up and down her back, from sacrum to shoulders. I felt comforted and cared for
