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Chapter Eleven

S ebastian had dropped me back home with a promise to call later. I had hoped that he might stay for a while, but he’d said he had things to do. He didn’t detail what that was, of course. I changed into my sloppy clothes and sat with Grandma. She held my hand and told me about her day.

She’d been to the shops with Fredo. He’d been so lovely to her, bought her silk stockings, she said. Of course, there was no Fredo, or shop visit, but I went along with it. Fredo was a soldier apparently and I got that we’d slip back into the war. She’d been a teen then, in her nineties now. I dreaded the day I’d lose her, which is why, I guessed, I’d hung onto her despite it being so hard for me. She told me about the woman that sat with her. Asking me if she was her daughter. I wasn’t sure what to say to that. I nodded as tears sprang to my eyes. Grandma smiled, it seemed to please her.

I made her dinner and washed her. By the time I had her settled in her bed, it was nearing nine o’clock, late for Grandma, and I was starving.

As if he could read my thoughts, I received a text.

Are you hungry? Seb xx

I replied immediately. Starving!

I’ll be there in ten.

I placed the phone on the kitchen table and sat. I needed to add a screensaver, I thought. I had no idea how to do that. Perhaps a nice picture of Sebastian would be good. But then I didn’t want people at work to know about us, not that I really knew what we had still.

I sat and pondered. My life had been turned upside down by Sebastian Wolfe, and I knew so very little about him. I had no idea what kind of a relationship we were having. I’d committed myself to him, but had he to me? Yet he knew very little about me, also.

“Stop overthinking,” I said to myself, and stood. I needed to just take life as it came and see where I ended up.

Sebastian arrived promptly and I chuckled as I answered the door. “Are you ever late?” I asked.

“No, why would I be?”

“No reason.” I stood aside and let him in.

“How’s your grandmother?” he asked .

“Sleeping now, but she seems more talkative, more engaged but still in the past. She spoke tonight for about twenty minutes and hasn’t done that in years.” He stared at me. “Yes, I know,” I said, answering his silent message.

“I’m sorry, Ruby.”

I nodded gently. I’d read that, often, people perked up before they died. Grandma was on her last legs for sure. She’d used up all her lives multiple times over. It was just a matter of time now. I planned to talk to Monica about it in the morning.

“I have food,” he said, holding a bag aloft.

“Good, because I could eat a donkey’s arse,” I said, taking the bag from him.

“What a peculiar term,” he said, and laughed.

I emptied the bag of its contents and grabbed a couple of plates and forks. It smelled divine and when I opened a lid, I closed my eyes and wafted the scent towards me.

“Japanese,” he said.

“What is it?”

He detailed the dishes as I helped myself from each pot. He reached into the bag and retrieved some chopsticks. I shook my head at the offered pair, I’d never get anything into my mouth with those.

“I won’t be able to sleep now, eating this late,” I said, and chuckled .

“I can think of plenty of things to do if you get bored.”

I raised my eyebrows at him. “I’m sure you can.”

“We are pretend married now, remember?”

“Mmm, I did say, I do , didn’t I? So, what do you suggest, Mr. Wolfe? I wash and iron your shirts?”

He shook his head. “I have someone to do that.”

“Perhaps, shine your shoes?”

“I buy new ones when these dull.”

“Hold you while you sleep.”

He paused. He looked over my head. “I’ve never had someone do that for me,” he said gently.

“Are the nightmares why you work at night?” I asked.

He’d never told me he had nightmares, but it was an easy assumption considering his traumatic childhood. I didn’t believe anyone was a night owl by choice.

He didn’t answer and I let him be.

When we’d finished eating, he stood. He leaned down to kiss the top of my head. “I have to go. Chase those nightmares away,” he said.

I stood and wrapped my arms around him. “Wait,” I said. I ran to a drawer in the kitchen. “A key, in case you want that holding,” I said, placing it in his palm.

He cupped my face and rested his forehead on mine. He kissed me gently on the lips before he left. I didn’t walk him to the door, I couldn’t. I was full of emotion and sadness. I’d just seen a glimmer of the real Sebastian Wolfe and he was broken.

I wasn’t sure of the time I felt a dip in the bed. I rolled over and wrapped my arms around him. He kissed me gently and then fell into a deep sleep. I held him all night, or at least until I fell asleep myself in the early hours of the morning, I guessed. When my alarm went off, I was alone. I knew I hadn’t dreamt it; he’d left a worn shirt over the end of the bed. I picked it up and held it to my nose. I inhaled his scent, his aftershave and rubbed the soft cotton material on my cheek. He’d also left a note. I picked up the piece of paper left beside the alarm.

Thank you. Seb xx

I smiled and slipped the note inside the drawer. I had Grandma to see to, and a job to get ready for.

My first week flew past. I enjoyed every minute of it. Some days I saw Sebastian, and some days I didn’t. A couple of nights he crept into my bed in the early hours and was gone before I woke. I didn’t mention it, but I did wash and iron his shirts. On the Friday, Sebastian surprised me in the office.

It was mid-afternoon and dress down Friday, apparently. I was wearing jeans and one of my new t-shirts. I had chalk smudges on my hands and face. I’d been playing with various colour schemes, and I liked to do that with chalk as it was the closest to paint colours.

I saw him enter the floor and he strode across to me. He leaned down and kissed my cheek.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi, yourself. Should you have done that at work?”

“Why not, they all know we’re an item.”

“Do they? And an item? I appear to have been demoted from the pretend married, I see,” I said, pouting my lips in mock distress.

He chuckled. “Well, let’s up to pretend marriage. I want you to stay the weekend with me.”

“I can’t, Sebastian,” I said, gently.

“You can. Between Monica and Tim, they’re covering the weekend. Monica agrees you could do with the space.”

“Are you organising my life behind my back?” I asked, smiling.

“Isn’t that what you agreed to?”

“I did. And wow, thank you. I’ll be wracked with guilt, of course.”

“I have something that can ease that for you,” he whispered. I shook my head and laughed.

“I’ll collect you in an hour. We’ll swing by yours so you can pick up some clothes. I’ve bought all your favourite toiletries to keep at mine, so you don’t need to bring any of those.”

I raised my eyebrows. “How do you know...?”

“I’ve been in your bathroom, Ruby. Of course I’d know.”

I saw Amelia walk over. “Hey, you two,” she said. She’d been to the club to take photographs for us.

Sebastian seemed uneasy, and I frowned at him. “Do you think we can grab a coffee? The three of us?” she asked.

I waited for Sebastian to answer. “Sure, why not. Wash up, Ruby, we’ll leave now.”

“I can’t just leave ,” I said.

Amelia laughed. “He does own the company, darling. I’m guessing that’s all the permission you need.”

I left them to head to the toilet. I needed to wash my hands. A pang of anxiety struck my chest, although it wasn’t quite jealousy. I wasn’t sure why Sebastian felt uncomfortable, and that made me feel... uncomfortable.

We walked to the coffee shop that seemed to be a company favourite. I waved to a colleague I recognised, who was sitting with his laptop open. He waved back.

“Okay,” she said, and she took a deep breath in. “I feel like I need to say this, and I really hope that it’s okay.”

“Say what, Amelia?” Sebastian asked and whether he knew it or not, his voice had lowered. I saw her gently shiver, but then correct herself.

“I wanted to say how happy I am for you, Sebastian. You’ve found a wonderful partner in Ruby and, although I’m sad and a little jealous, I wanted to ask you both to just give me a little time to come to terms with it.”

I hadn’t thought for one minute how Sebastian and I being together would affect her. I’d always assumed it was just a super casual fuck buddies thing. I didn’t consider whether she had feelings for him. I was also aware that, for the first time in my presence at least, she’d called him by his first name.

“I always told you it wouldn’t lead to anything permanent,” Sebastian said, and I placed my hand on his knee hoping he’d get my message. I wanted him to soften his tone a little.

He glanced at me. “Thank you, Amelia, and I’m sorry. I should have thought more about your feelings when I was talking about him,” I said, nodding towards Sebastian. “That wasn’t very thoughtful of me.”

She smiled. “I appreciate that, Ruby. I knew it wouldn’t lead anywhere, but a girl could always hope. I can also assure you, nothing changes when I’m at work. I’ll still be my usual professional self, Mr. Wolfe.” She’d reverted to using his surname and, I assumed, to reinforce her pledge of professionalism .

Sebastian stayed silent and I didn’t think it was because he didn’t care. From the frown, I got the impression he simply didn’t know how to react. This was new territory for him, I imagined.

“Will you still be visiting the club?” I asked.

“Of course! I have a lifetime membership,” she replied, laughing.

“Do you need me to find you someone else?” Sebastian asked, finally contributing something.

“I would, If you agree to that, Ruby?”

“Of course,” I answered wondering why she needed my agreement.

“I trust you, Mr. Wolfe, so I’ll wait for your direction. Thank you, both, for letting me talk this frankly to you.”

I reached over and took her hand in mine. She smiled at me and then quickly wiped away a tear. “Take care of him, Ruby. He needs a good, strong woman, and I know that’s you, regardless of your age.”

Sebastian opened his mouth to speak, and I squeezed his knee again. I got the impression he didn’t like her statement.

Amelia stood, saying she’d see me on Monday morning and reminding Sebastian that they were to meet the contractor as well. He nodded, confirmed he had it in his diary, and then she left.

“Well, that was hard,” I said .

“Why? I never promised her anything. I don’t get the dramatics, to be honest. And why the fuck were you squeezing my leg?”

“Are you that blind to love?”

“Oh, give it up. She isn’t in love with me!”

“Maybe not you , but she is in love with the dom side of you.” He frowned at me. “She’s in love with the person you are when you’re with her, intimately, at least. And I think, perhaps with you, Sebastian as well. I was hoping you’d soften just a little when you spoke to her.”

He frowned some more and gently shook his head. He didn’t get it at all. “Let’s go home. I can’t be doing all this shit.”

I chuckled as he chugged down his coffee, knowing full well that wasn’t the case. He wasn’t angry or irritated, he was confused.

When we arrived back at my house, Monica was sitting with Grandma.

“You’re home early,” she said.

“I got let out for good behaviour,” I replied, chuckling.

She held out her hand to Sebastian who took it. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Monica,” he said.

I narrowed my eyes at her when she pretended to swoon.

“I want to sit with Grandma for a few minutes, is that okay? I can get a cab over to you if you want to go,” I said.

“I’ll wait.”

He strode off to the kitchen and Monica and I went into the living room.

“I don’t know about leaving her for a whole weekend,” I said, quietly. I picked up Grandma’s hand and held it. She ignored me and continued to watch her programme.

“When did you have a weekend off, Ruby?” Monica asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. “Never, I guess.”

“So you deserve it. You’ve met someone that clearly dotes on you, you’re entitled to a life outside being a carer.”

“What about the age difference?” I asked, looking at her.

“What about it? You’re not a child. If you were mid-teens, I’d be calling the police, but you’re twenty, and way older in the head. You’re an adult, he’s an adult. You’re not being coerced, are you?”

“No, not at all. If anything, I’m the one pushing, not him.”

“Then take this opportunity of a weekend away.”

“I don’t want to fall for him,” I whispered.

“You won’t be able to control that, I’m afraid.”

“What if I do, and he doesn’t feel the same way? ”

“You won’t be able to control that, either. But you’ll deal with it. Stop overthinking, Ruby.”

“I fell in love once,” I heard. I turned to see Grandma looking at me. “If you have a chance, Ruby, you take it with both hands. I’m off soon.”

Both Monica and I stared at her. There had been times where she’d been totally with it, but those times were few and far between.

“It’s me, Grandma, Ruby.”

“I know, dear.” She turned back to the television.

Tears rolled down my cheeks. Monica took my other hand and stood. “Time to go,” she said.

I let her lead me into the kitchen.

“What’s happened?” Sebastian said, concern lacing his voice.

“Grandma just spoke to me. Like, to me, Ruby. Not a carer.”

He frowned.

“Her dementia is such that she doesn’t really know who Ruby is. However, every now and again, she’ll remember. She just did,” Monica explained.

“What did she say?” Sebastian asked.

“She told me that if I have a chance, I’m to grab it with both hands and that she’ll be off soon,” I replied. My voice hitched with emotion.

“Oh, baby,” he said, and wrapped me in his arms.

I felt secure, safe, and warm. The most comfort I’d ever felt in that position. My heart cracked just a little knowing it probably wouldn’t be forever.

I packed an overnight bag with some clothes, and we left. Monica waved me off with a promise to call me regularly. She refused to do so hourly.

I fretted the whole journey.

“Sit still, will you? You’re making me twitchy!”

“You leave your only family member alone for the weekend and see if you sit still,” I snapped back.

“She’s not alone. She has twenty-four-hour care.”

I snorted and turned to face the window, ignoring him. He reached over and took my hand in his. I let him.

We arrived at his house and once again, I marvelled at the outside. It was Georgian in design, but not of the period. It was sympathetically done with a grand entrance and circular drive. I hadn’t taken much notice when I’d been there before, so as I exited the car, I stood and looked.

“I designed this myself,” he said, coming to stand beside me.

“You did a good job. It’s very symmetrical,” I replied.

“I didn’t want ultra-modern, but not period either. Somewhere in between. Come on, let me show you around.”

He led me inside to the cool marble hallway. “I know this room,” I said, chuckling .

He left my bag at the bottom of the stairs and then showed me around. There was a sitting room, which doubled up as a library. I remembered him telling me he liked to read. It looked a lovely place to chill out with large sofas and footstools, a cuddle chair, and fluffy rug in front of an open fire.

“This room is gorgeous, and very tidy!”

“I’m a tidy person,” he said, chuckling.

He showed me into a snug that doubled up as a home office, there was a downstairs loo which was about the size of my bathroom. We walked into a large kitchen with a walk-in pantry and utility room off to the side, then through to a huge sunroom.

“This is amazing,” I said, walking to the doors. I opened them onto a terrace and looked down his garden. There were woods at the end, and I shivered. It looked familiar.

“There is nothing scary out there, Ruby,” he said quietly as he stood behind me.

“It looks like the woods of my dreams.”

“All woods look the same. I hunt out there, I’ve walked every inch of it.”

“What do you hunt?”

“Deer. Rabbit, sometimes. Whatever takes my fancy.”

I didn’t like the thought of hunting animals for fun, if he ate the meat, however it didn’t bother me .

“We’ll take a walk over the weekend. Now, let me show you the rest of the house.”

There was a formal dining room which he said had never been used and invited me to think up a way to use it. He preferred to eat at the breakfast bar that looked out through the sunroom.

Upstairs, I’d been to his bedroom, of course, but there were three further bedrooms, all en-suit and with dressing rooms.

It wasn’t the largest house, but certainly not small either. It was perfect for him. The colour scheme suited him, too. Muted greys and taupes coupled with off white marble floors. It was his dressing room that I had the most envy for. He had picked up my bag and when we walked into the room, he’d set it on a central table. It wasn’t just a table however, it had drawers underneath and the top was glass. Under the glass were watches, a large selection.

“One for every week of the year?” I joked.

“Nope, investment pieces most of them. I don’t trust my money in banks,” he laughed as he spoke. “I’ve made some space for you,” he added.

One side of the room was bare. “I don’t think my couple of t-shirts, a pair of jeans, and a pair of trousers warrant all that space,” I said.

“Maybe you can move some other clothes in here, permanently. Then you haven’t got to drag this bag back and forth.”

“I don’t have enough clothes to double up, but thank you.” I reached up on my tip toes and kissed his cheek.

I unpacked my bag, all the contents except underwear fitted on one shelf with two items on hangers. I stood back to admire my handy work.

“They look lonely,” he said.

“I’m sure they’ll cope.”

“I’ll fill the space if you don’t want to.”

“I don’t want to, and neither should you. It’s a waste having two lots of clothes. Now, were you going to make me a coffee since you’re the host?”

He chuckled and we walked back down to the kitchen. He fiddled with a coffee machine, and I was presented with a latte. He sat beside me.

“What do you want to do this weekend?” he asked.

“I don’t know, other than the obvious.”

I smirked at him, and he raised an eyebrow.

“Explain, Ruby,” he said.

“I want to explore some things. You said you have books I could read. Maybe you could do that with me.”

I was desperate to overcome my awkwardness, but I knew the pitch of my voice had risen.

“I like the sound of that,” he replied. “When do we start your lessons?”

“Whenever you want me in class, Mr. Wolfe. ”

He took my coffee away and picked up my hand. I slid from the stool, and he led me back upstairs.

“No lesson this afternoon, Miss Montando. Just a warm up.”

He grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and lifted it over my head. Then he unclipped my bra and slid it from my shoulders. His hands ran down my sides and I shivered at his touch. When he reached the waistband of my jeans, he slid his fingers underneath and then round to the front. He kept his gaze on me at all times. He unzipped and wiggled them down over my hips dragging my knickers with them. I toed off my trainers and stepped out of the clothes.

I stood naked while he took a step back. He appraised me. “You don’t know how beautiful you are, do you?” he said, his voice low.

I pulled my hair from my ponytail and let it fall down my back and over my shoulders.

“I want to undress you,” I said, stepping towards him.

I slowly unbuttoned his shirt, kissing his chest as I exposed each section. I undid the cuffs and then slid my hands over his shoulders pushing the shirt off his back. He was muscular, and he had scars. I traced my fingers over them wondering how they’d gotten there. Although I’d seen him without clothes, I hadn’t studied his body. And that’s what I fully intended to do .

I reached for his belt, unbuckling it, and lowering the zipper of his trousers. He kicked off his shoes and I slid the material down to his ankles, falling to my knees as I did.

“I bet I wouldn’t get to my knees for you. I guess I lost,” I said, looking up at him and taking his erect cock in my hands.

His moan was gentle, yet it hit me bang in the chest. I licked over the head of his cock, tasting pre-cum, before opening my mouth and guiding him in. He fisted my hair, holding my head as I rocked up and down his shaft. I sucked and tasted him. I licked. When he pulled at my hair, I stood.

“You’ll make me come,” he whispered.

“So?”

He smirked and then pushed me back down again. I sucked his cock until he came in my mouth. I’d never done that before, it was revolting, but like the good girl I wanted to be, I swallowed it down and tried not to gag.

“First time,” he said, as I stood and my eyes watered. I nodded and he laughed.

“An acquired taste, I’m sure,” I said. “I owe you five thousand pounds,” I added, laughing.

“No, Ruby, I owe you, and much more than that,” he whispered, before kissing me.

Sebastian picked me up and laid me on his bed, he climbed on and held himself above me. He kissed my forehead, my nose, my chin and then down my chest. Small butterfly kisses down my stomach and then across my hips. He avoided all the places I was desperate for him to go to. I tried to push his head towards my crotch, and he chuckled.

“In my own time, Ruby,” he said, sternly.

He continued his kissing down the inside of my thighs. That tickled and I squirmed my legs away from his touch. He looked at me, and without a word, slipped from the bed. He walked into his dressing room and returned. In his palm were leather cuffs with chains attached. His stature had changed, I was sure. He was taller, bulkier, and his eyes were dark. He licked over his lips as he stared at me.

“Give me permission, Ruby,” he said, so quietly I only just heard.

I nodded.

“Give me permission!” His harsh tone startled me.

“I do,” I said.

He cuffed my wrists and ankles to the bedposts, and it was only then that I noticed black painted hooks on each. I hadn’t seen them before; they’d blended in with the black bed frame.

“Now you can’t squirm,” he said, tightening the chains. “And you are mine to do with as I please.”

My stomach flipped multiple times.

He ran his fingers over my body, heat and ice collided, my skin goose bumped, and my hairs stood on end. It was the lightest touch and it had me wanting more.

He stroked over my hips, my inner thighs, again avoiding the places I wanted him to be. He laughed at my frustrated moans.

He pinched one nipple so hard, I tried to twist away. “Go with it, Ruby,” he whispered.

I tried. I lay as still as I could, panting, and then holding my breath. While he did that, he sucked the other into his mouth. One was full of pain, the other of pleasure. It was a collision of sensation and my brain struggled to keep up with it. When he released the nipple and a prickling feeling returned, he took it between his teeth. I cried out. I pulled at my arms. He sucked until the blood returned and it was the most delicious sensation. Wetness pooled between my thighs, and I was desperate to close my legs, to get some pressure on my clitoris to ease the ache. I arched my back off the bed.

“Please,” I said.

“Please, what?”

“Do something, anything. Touch me.” I felt close to tears.

He ignored me. He moved to the bottom of the bed and ran his tongue over the top of my feet, up my legs, circling and nipping my skin. When he got to my pussy, he placed just the tip of his tongue on my clitoris.

“Fucking hell!” I screamed, trying to force my body closer to his mouth.

His breath as he chuckled, whispered over my heat.

“Bastard,” I added in a whisper.

“Strike three, Ruby.”

I closed my eyes and held my breath, waiting.

When it came, it was... I had no words. His palm connected with my pussy and the delayed sensation confused me. I lay still, shocked. Then it hit me. A wave of heat flooded over me, rolling up my body and settling on my neck and cheeks.

He slapped my pussy again. That time it was instant. I felt such a wetness I wasn’t sure if I’d pissed myself or not.

The third slap was pure torture. It wasn’t painful, it was the fleeting skin on skin contact that I didn’t like. I needed his hand on me, his fingers inside me. I begged him with tears rolling down my cheeks.

“Please!”

He gave me what I wanted. He inserted two fingers, then a third. He hooked and gently rubbed over my G spot, or what I assumed it was since my orgasm was almost instant. I raised off the bed, rigid, as I came. Before I came down to earth, he replaced his fingers with his mouth. He sucked and licked that orgasm from me. It was his to claim, and I willing gave it up. He held my hips, digging his fingertips into my skin to keep me from moving while he took what he wanted. I was powerless to do anything about it. Then I got it.

I understood what Amelia had said. It was giving it all up to him. It made it the most pleasurable thing I’d ever experienced. Allowing him to take what he wanted from me, resulted in him also giving me what I desired.

When he raised his face, it glistened. He ran his tongue over his teeth and stalked up my body. He lowered his head, but not close enough.

“Clean me,” he said, gravelly.

I raised off the bed as far as I could, and I licked over his chin. Then his lips. He closed his eyes and dragged in air through his nose.

When he pulled his head back, he stared at me. I could feel his cock at my entrance, and although I wanted to reach down for it, I couldn’t. Without guiding, he slammed into me, then stilled.

He did it a second time, holding himself so deep inside. His cock pulsed as I tightened my muscles around him. He kept his stare on me the whole time. His piercing look had me paralysed on the bed. The only thing I could do was to gasp in a breath each time he did move.

Then he fucked me, so hard and fast, then slow and deep. I gripped the bedding, when what I wanted was to tear at his skin. I raised my chest off the bed and closed my eyes when his intenseness became too much to look at.

I shed tears when I came again. A thumping orgasm that ripped through my body so much so, I saw stars behind my eyelids. I lost track of time, but the room had darkened, the evening had drawn in.

When he came, I was ready for it. I ached and I wanted to hold him.

“Let me go,” I whispered when he slumped over my body.

He reached up and unclipped the cuffs from my wrists. I wrapped my arms around him and held him to my body. Sweat coated his skin and he panted with exertion. His face was nestled in my neck, and I ran my hands over his back, gently scratching the skin. I felt his come gently seep from me. I listened as his breathing slowed and he rested. I wanted to wrap my legs around him as well, cocoon him, but they were still restrained. Instead, I held him tight.

I kissed his shoulder and eventually, he turned his head and kissed my cheek.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“I just laid here, so not sure what you’re thanking me for,” I replied.

“For just lying there and let me do what I wanted.”

“Ah, okay. Then I accept your thanks. I would like the use of my legs back, though, I’m leaking all over your nice silk bedding.”

He chuckled and slid to the side. He stretched and sighed, propping himself up on his elbow to look at me.

“Any time tonight would be good,” I said.

He sat up and uncuffed my ankles. He then stood. “No, don’t go,” I whined.

“Up, shower, then we eat.”

He walked towards the bathroom, and I reluctantly followed.

A shower was a luxury I rarely had. He didn’t have a bath, just a huge, four-person shower with two waterfall showerheads. He set the temperature and dragged me in.

“Hot, hot hot,” I squealed, trying to duck out.

“Stop being a wuss. You need the heat to soothe your skin.”

“I know my skin and it’s currently telling you to fuck right off with that bullshit.”

He stared at me. “Strike one.”

I bit my lower lip to stop from giggling and gingerly stood under the jets.

“Good girl.”

My stomach flipped, despite it already having a workout that would be befitting an Olympian.

“No you don’t,” I said, slapping it.

Sebastian laughed. He grabbed me around the waist, and I squealed as he placed me in front of him, forcing my upper body towards the wall. I placed my hands on the tiles to balance.

“No,” I said, laughing. He stilled.

“Yes,” I then said.

He entered me from behind and even though sore, it still felt like heaven. The water ran over our bodies, he held my hips as he fucked me, and I was sure I’d see double bruises there. I loved every second of it.