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He didn’t speak and I missed him when he left thecar. He walked me to the door but declined my offer of coffee.
“I think we need some space, don’t we?” he whispered, and I nodded. “Although soon, I want you for the whole night, Ruby. I want to fall sleep beside you, wake up next to you.”
Tears filled my eyes knowing how unlikely that was to happen. But I nodded anyway. It would be a nice dream to have.
He kissed me gently on the lips and wished me a good night. I stepped inside and closed the door.
I walked into the living room and gently woke Milly. She had dozed off in her chair. She apologised profusely; I waved that apology away. It was okay to doze, I told her. She collected her bag and left.
Alone, all I could do was think. I could smell his aftershave on me. I could feel his come still on my thighs. I felt the sting where he’d marked me. I headed for the bathroom. I needed a bath to calm me, hot water to soothe me. And then I needed the sleep of the dead. Exhaustion had washed over me.
Sunday was uneventful initially. That was until lunchtime. I heard a knock on the door and opened it tosee a beautiful bouquet of flowers. I took the flowers into the kitchen and opened the card.
Happy belated birthday, Ruby. Thank you for last night. I won’t see you today, but I wanted to wish you good luck for tomorrow. I will call tonight, if that’s okay. Seb xx
Again, that shortening of his name and two kisses. I didn’t think I could call him Seb; he was a Sebastian to me. He was too full on for a nickname.
The temptation to call him or text was strong, but I waited until he called me, as he’d said. I wondered if there was a reason he couldn’t see me, yet I appreciated that. Time spent with him was intense and when he’d said we needed some space, I’d agreed wholeheartedly. I also had to consider that we’d had unprotected sex. I was on the pill, which is why I didn’t care that we had no condom. I also believed him to be healthy, but it wasn’t a conversation I was comfortable having yet knew I’d have to.
Sebastian called me that evening. I had been in bed for about an hour just reading a book I’d found on a bus some time ago.
“Hi,” he said, when I answered.
“Hey, how are you?” I asked.
“Lonely, how about you.”
I chuckled, assuming he was joking. “In bed. How about you read a book, that’s what I’m doing.”
“How about you read to me,” he replied.
“I can’t, it’s rude.”
“Even better,” he said.
I giggled. “I’m too embarrassed.”
“Then I’ll read to you. Wait there.”
I heard a rustling, movement, and then he was back on the line. “Let me tell you about Little Red Riding Hood,” he said.
His voice was seductive, for sure. He wasn’t talking about a little girl in a red cloak, but a woman in a red dress and high heels. She was walking through the woods to Grandma’s cottage, and she heard him whispering to her. He told me what the whispers were.
I shivered as he detailed all the things we’d done sexually, and all the things he wanted to do, I guessed. Little Red Riding Hood was desperate to get to the cottage because she knew that was where the big bad Mr. Wolfe is.
I closed my eyes and listened.
“She’s desperate to get to him, Ruby,” he said.
I slid my hand down my stomach and under my knickers. I could feel my wetness as I slid my fingers across my opening.
“Tell me more,” I asked breathlessly.
He told me what happens when Little Red Riding Hood gets to the cottage. How he first undresses her, sliding the red dress over her head and she’s standing naked injust the heels. He circles her, licking his lips, deciding what part of her body he wants to ravish first.
I moaned and slid two fingers inside me.
He detailed how he licks over her body, lowering himself to his knees before devouring her pussy. How he loves the taste of her, and how he intends to claim her as his.
