Page 83 of What's the time, Mr. Wolfe
“As for going home, you only go when you want to, when you’re ready.”
I smiled at him and nodded.
I felt his cock harden beneath me. I reachedbetween us and placed my hand over it, gently squeezing. I slid to the side, wanting to tease him and when he was rigid in my hand, I let go. I smirked and moved to the side of the bed, not for one minute expecting it to be a mistake. I laughed as I climbed off the bed. I highly doubt he’d ever felt denial.
As quick as a flash of lightning, he was off the bed and standing in front of me. His movement had been a blur, in fact.
“No. Oh, no, Ruby. You’re not brave enough to do that to me.”
I frowned, and for a fleeting second, my heart stopped with fright.
Then he winked as he pushed me back against the wall. He placed his hands either side of my head.
My heart raced and my pussy pulsed with wanton need. I wanted to touch him, to have him touch me, but he just stared. I parted my lips and took in a breath. I swallowed hard as he lowered his face close to mine. He inhaled loudly.
“You are so aroused, Ruby, I can smell you.”
I nodded and blinked rapidly, not able to hold his stare.
“Am I intimidating you?” he asked.
I nodded, again. “A little.”
“Do you like it?”
“Yes.”
He kissed me then, hard. He crushed his body against mine and I wrapped my arms around him. He grabbed my thigh and lifted, I raised the other and he held me. I reached between us and held his cock. When I was ready, he slammed into me. My back scraped against the wall, and I winced.
He fucked me quick, it was short, sharp, and so sweet. I laughed as he came, not because I thought it funny, but it was a release, I guessed. When he was done, he rested his forehead against mine and chuckled.
“I need to hit the gym if this is going to be a regular occurrence.”
“I don’t know, I think you’re pretty fit already,” I replied, and bit his shoulder.
“Strike... Where are we up to?”
“Need to hit the mental gym as well. I mean, at your age, you don’t want to be losing your memory. And I’m not telling you.” I smirked as he gently let me down.
He slapped my arse, hard, as I walked to the bathroom. Then followed me. We showered together and as I stood with a towel wrapped around me watching him shave, I kissed his back.
“Thank you, Sebastian,” I said, gently.
He looked at my reflection in the mirror. “For what, baby?”
“For taking my mind off Grandma. For lots of things, really.”
Hesmiled, gently. I walked into the closet and selected an outfit to wear. I had new jeans and a jumper that looked like it had a shirt underneath. It was stylish, something I wasn’t used to, and I loved the combination. I grabbed a pair of his trainer socks, not having any of my own, and slipped them on as he walked in. He chuckled as he saw what I was doing.
“You need underwear, Ruby.”
“I need lots of things, and I’ll sort it, when I can.”
“We’ll clear that whole side for you. Fill it when you want.”
It was said casually, and I wondered if he understood exactly what that meant. It was a significant thing to a woman, for a man to share his closet or wardrobe, with her. So I thought, anyway. Or was that just something in magazines. It wasn’t like I had any experience to fall back on.
He sat on the bench next to me. “I hate leaving you today, even for a short time. Here, I need you to have this,” he said, and he handed me a key. “Just in case... you know... I’m not back before you.”
