Page 77 of What's the time, Mr. Wolfe
He smiled gently at me. “I wanted to just give you a moment of distraction while we were here.”
I think I fell in love with him, then. Not that I told him..
We headed to the funeral home, and I handed over the dress. I was asked if I wanted to see her, but declined. I’d rather wait until she wore the dress. Wewent through the plan she’d already put in place and all that was left was to decide where the funeral left from. I knew it had to be my house, but I hated the thought the neighbours would be looking on. It was stupid. I knew I hadn’t made any effort to get to know them, either, but I needed to vent some frustration, and they were the perfect targets.
“You can leave from my house,” Sebastian said.
I shook my head. “No, that’s silly. It’s fine, we’ll leave from the house.”
With the details finalised, all that was left was for me to provide some information for an Order of Service and choose hymns. Grandma was Catholic yet had chosen a cremation. She wanted her ashes to be taken back to Spain. Of course, when she’d made these wishes she’d been of sound mind and she’d the money to afford it. I would do it, however. I would take her back to Spain and scatter her where she wanted, it just might take some time for me to afford it.
We drove back to Sebastian’s mostly in silence. I was tired and emotional, but it wasn’t from the funeral visit. An empty gnawing clawed through my body.
“If someone is denied an orgasm, how does it make them feel?” I asked, not looking at him as I spoke.
“Emotional, frustrated, obviously. Sometimes angry, which is always fun. I don’t want to sound like a prickasking this, but do you know what happens to your body when you climax?”
I didn’t want to look at him. “Of course...” What was the point of lying? “No, not really.”
“So, there is a build-up of endorphins, blood flow increases, and muscles tense. Your orgasm is your body contracting to bring that all down to normal levels. If you don’t, it stays put for longer. So, effectively, you experience your orgasm for longer which isn’t particularly pleasant.”
“So why do the denial thing?”
“I don’t, usually. And you’ll find out later what happens when you’re given your release after being denied.”
His voice had taken on a wicked tone. I finally looked at him and he glanced back at me. His eyes had darkened. He licked his tongue over his teeth.
“You look like you’re gonna eat me,” I said.
“I am.”
He put his foot down on the accelerator and I was thrown back into my seat.
We didn’t make it to the bedroom. We barely made it to the front door. He parked the car and was out, leaving his door open. He wrenched mine, and before I even had my seatbelt off, he was pulling me from the car.
I laughed, getting more tangled up. By the time he’dsaid,fuck’s sake, three times, I was out of the car and standing on one leg. He shook his head, clenched his jaw so tight the grind of his teeth was an audible snap. He picked me up, again, and threw me over his shoulder. I reached down, I wasn’t being dragged around without a fight, and gripped his arse cheeks. I dug my nails in through his jeans, he didn’t make a sound. I thought about giving him a wedgy but knew that to be a risk too far. Instead, I grabbed his jeans and hung on.
We got just inside the front door before he let me down. I stood staring up at him, wide-eyed, trying to look innocent. His chest heaved and it wasn’t exertion, it was him trying to control himself.
He pulled my T-shirt over my head, and I stood still. His face had taken on a different look, I frowned, trying to work out what had changed. His eyes had darkened, but that wasn’t unusual. He was tense, that, also, wasn’t unusual. It was the frown, I thought. I reached behind me to unhook my bra, the material peeled from my skin. I let it fall to the floor. He took a step back and while he did, I removed my sweatpants. I stood completely naked in front of him.
Heat rose on my chest and settled in my neck. The air charged. He didn’t speak, he didn’t blink, even. He just stared at me. It was if he’d gone into a trance, while a need to touch him took me over. It was unexplainable. Perhaps it was his intensity that drew mecloser. I took the couple of steps to him, he didn’t move.
I placed my hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat rapidly though his T-shirt. I wanted skin on skin. I bit down on my lower lip, sucking it into my mouth as I gripped the hem at the sides. I looked at him and he gave a slight nod. I slipped the T-shirt over his head.
I placed both hands on his chest, his muscles flexed, and his heart thumped hard.
I ran my hand down to the waist of his jeans, again, I looked up at him and he nodded.
I was asking permission, I knew that. It hadn’t been premeditated at all. I’d fallen into a role he wanted. All that had prompted me to do so, was his stance, his silence, and the need that radiated from him. I hadn’t seen it before. It was a look of pure want in his face. The frown, the grinding of the teeth, it was frustration. He was holding back; I wasn’t sure I wanted him to.
An overwhelming need to ease that washed over me.
I fell to my knees, undoing his jeans and sliding them down his legs. He stepped out of them, kicking off his shoes at the same time. I cupped his balls, and he ran both his hands through my hair, pulling off the band holding it in a ponytail.
I slid my hand up and down his shaft, his skin was silky to the touch, and I could smell myself on him. It aroused me. When I tasted his cock, I moaned.
I opened my mouth, and he slid in. He held my head while he fucked my mouth, rocking his hips into me. I fought my gag reflex, but tears streamed down my cheeks. I looked up at him, he stared down at me. He then closed his eyes.
