Page 35 of What's the time, Mr. Wolfe
I hardly knew him, but I trusted him explicitly. I wasn’t sure why, I just did. I nodded. He continued his feasting of me.
When I came again, I wanted to slide down the wall. Instead, he stood, and he picked me up. His face glistened with my come and I ran my tongue over his lips, tasting myself. He walked us up to his bedroom.
He placed me, very gently, on the bed and then pulled his shirt over his head. He slowly undid the buckle of his belt and slid it through the hoops. He placed it on the bed. He kicked off his shoes and then removed his trousers. He was naked underneath.
“Condom,” he said, pointing to a cabinet beside the bed.
I reached for one and tore the packet open. “I... I’ve never put one on before,” I said, holding it.
He took it from me, and I watched as he rolled it down his cock.
He crawled up my body, holding himself above me. “I’m going to fuck you now. Is that okay?” His mouth was near mine and his voice a whisper over my lips. I nodded.
He held his cock near my entrance, gently teasing me. I wrapped my arms around him and scraped my nails down his back. I parted my legs further, ready for him. When he pushed inside me, I thought I’d die. He was balls deep and still.
“Move,” I said.
“What did I say to you before?” he asked, still holding himself above me.
I stared at him and then smirked.
“You. Don’t. Get. To. Tell. Me. What. I. Can. Do.” He slammed into me on each word.
He fucked me like I’d never been before. Admittedly, I’d only had sex a handful of times and it wasn’t particularly enjoyable, but the emotion and feelings he produced were addictive. I wanted more and more. I wanted harder and deeper.
Time spun around me. I came, and then I came again. I wanted to curl up to ease the ache. He wouldn’t let me. It was a delicious pain that throbbed through me. He kissed me hard, then softly, he nibbled on the skin of my neck and shoulder.
I wrapped my legs over his, dug my nails into his skin, which earned me a hard bite, enough to break skin, I was sure.
I was sore. I ached. I had lost my voice. My throat scratched with every dragged in mouthful of air.
Finally, he came, and granted me some relief.
Sebastian slid to the side of me and lay on his back. We didn’t speak for a little while. Eventually, he propped himself up on his elbow and removed the condom. He placed that in the bin beside the bed.
“Okay?” he asked, gently.
“More than,” I said, chuckling.
“Did I hurt you?”
“Yes, but not enough.”
It was his turn to chuckle.
“Can I tell you a secret?” I asked, turning on my side to look at him. He nodded as he pushed my hair from my face. “I’ve never had an orgasm before. I’ve just had three and I don’t know if that’s normal or not.”
He didn’t laugh or smirk. “I’m glad I was able to do that for you, Ruby. There is no normal where sex is concerned. If you liked it, it’s normal. If you didn’t, then say.”
“I doubt I could have stopped them,” I said, and I knew my cheeks were flaming. I didn’t talk about sex normally.
“I have a lot to teach you, don’t I?” he whispered.
“I want you to teach me,” I replied. “But now, I think I need to go home. I need some time to process.”
He smiled at me, kissed the tip of my nose, and slid from the bed. He headed through a door and then called me. He’d turned on the shower and beckoned me under. He stood me in front of him and soaped a sponge. He washed me, then he dried me and once he’d done that, he slathered on a cold cream over my arse cheeks.
“You look fucking amazing with my handprint on your arse,” he said.
