“Well, I haven’t practiced that recently,” I said, challenging her with a look, “but I think I can remember what to do.”
“You’re avoiding the question,” she said, her own challenge evident in her voice. “When did you buy these?”
“Second day of the hostile environment training.”
Her mouth dropped open with surprise.
“But you were still mad at me then!”
“Didn’t stop me wanting you,” I replied truthfully.
She shook her head even as she smiled.
“Hmm, well. Let me see if I can remember what to do.”
My smile was pretty damn big by now, and I stood in front of her with my hands on my hips, my dick making his own feelings pretty damn clear.
She tore open the box and pulled out a foil packet, running it down my length, and smacked it against the tip, making me jerk back.
“Whoa, careful!”
“Wimp!” she laughed “I thought you were a Marine not a mouse.”
“Just be careful with my weapon,” I shot back.
“Close your eyes and relax,” she said, her voice suspiciously soothing.
“Why, what are you going to do?” I asked warily.
“Don’t you trust me?” she smiled.
“Not with that look on your face,” I muttered, but closed my eyes anyway.
I heard the foil being ripped and I was expecting to feel her hands on my dick, but it was her warm, wet mouth that surrounded me, making my eyes fly open in surprise.
“Fuck!” I hissed, as she stroked me up and down, sucking gently.
I rested my hands on her shoulders, hoping my knees didn’t give way, and couldn’t help flexing deeper into her throat. She pulled back slightly, unwrapping her lips from her teeth, and making every part of me tremble. She sucked harder, and I was close to losing it.
“No, baby,” I hissed, clenching my jaw. “I want to be inside you.”
She didn’t respond right away, and I faced the unappealing idea of pulling out when her teeth were still exposed. But then she gave another not-so-gentle tug and released me.
I shook my head, letting her know with my eyes that she wasn’t going to go unpunished for that.
Caro just smiled up at me and ran her hands over my ass.
I nodded at the condom. “Just put that fucking thing on, Caro. You’re killing me here.”
“Oh, don’t be such a baby, Sebastian,” she scoffed. “We’ve waited ten years; you’re not going to expire in the next 30 seconds.”
“I wouldn’t be too sure about that,” I muttered.
She rolled the condom on so fucking slowly, I knew she was still teasing me. So not happening. I brushed her hands away as soon as she was finished.
“My turn,” I said, and it wasn’t a suggestion.
She lay back on the bed and raised her arms to pull me down.
No, baby. I’m in charge.
“Oh, I don’t think so,” I said. “My turn, remember? Pull your knees up.”
“Yes, sir!” she barked, and threw a salute.
God, I loved the way her tits bounced when she did that.
“Are you mocking the US Marine Corps, lady?” I pretended to snarl.
“Why? What are you going to do about it?” she asked, a challenge in her voice.
You’ll see. Fuck, yeah!
She slid her feet up the bed, her knees wide apart. Her vulnerability made her apprehensive—and I was going to give her the tongue-lashing of her life; I’d make her pay for all that teasing. I gave her one more heated look and then my head was between her legs, my hands resting on the soft skin of her inner thighs.
I gave one long lick upwards and she moaned as her body convulsed. It was such a strong reaction even though I’d hardly started. I looked up, met her astonished gaze, and grinned back at her.
I circled my tongue around the nub, then penetrated her as deep as I could go, tasting her, touching her, arousing her until everything she felt ended in primal cries and groans, growing louder.
Needing to get still closer, I hooked my shoulders under her knees and lifted her lower body off the bed so her weight rested on her upper back.
Her orgasm was fast and powerful, but I didn’t stop until her whole body was heated and limp, her face, chest and clit glowing.
I’d done a lot of shit with a lot of women, but seeing my Caro laid out before me like that, I was so fucking turned on that I knew I was a heartbeat away from shooting my bolt. And I couldn’t wait.
I let her hips drop to the bed, then positioned myself over her.
“I’ve waited a very long time for this,” I said. Ten fucking years.
I pushed inside her, increasing the pleasure, entering into her soft, wet pussy, inch by slow inch.
“Fuck, you feel so good, Caro. I can feel you all around me. So fucking tight!”
God, this was really familiar. How could it have been 10 years and still feel like it all happened yesterday? My body knew this, here, with her. It was fucking confusing.
She ran her nails lightly down my back again, pressing the tips of her fingers into my muscles.
I was trying to take it slowly, to make it last after all this time, but I couldn’t. My body disengaged from my brain and I started thrusting faster. Caro’s breath was burning across my chest, and I could feel her body trembling again. I looked down, even more aroused to see my dog tags dragging between her breasts, and below, my cock sliding in and out of her. That’s when I lost it. I fucked her hard. I fucked her until there was nothing but sensation joining us.
I stared down into her beautiful brown eyes, eyes that scorched me with their trust, then I kissed her hard. But when she moaned out my name and tilted her hips up to meet me, my body and head exploded at the same time.
She wrapped her legs around me, locking her ankles behind my waist and her pussy clenched, milking every last bit.
My arms give way and I buried my face in her shoulder until my breathing began to return to normal.
After a moment’s silence, I pressed my lips lightly against her neck, then pulled out slowly, holding onto the condom.
Fucking things. They did the job, but it was never as good as going bareback—something I’d only ever done with Caro, and then only a few times.
I rolled onto my back, peeling off the rubber and tossing it into the garbage can.
She still hadn’t spoken and her silence was beginning to unnerve me. So I leaned up on one elbow to look at her, resting my free hand on my stomach and stroking her gently.
“Are you okay?” I asked, planting a quick kiss on the tip of her nose.
She avoided my eyes when she replied.
“Yes, I think so,” she said carefully.
Then she pushed my hand away and sat up.
What the fuck?
“Where are you going?”
“Just to get some water,” she said, still refusing to look at me.
She walked into the bathroom, pushing the door closed.
What the hell had just happened?
A few seconds later, I heard her running water into the sink and I waited for her to come out again, but she didn’t. I rolled out of bed, hesitated for a second then pushed the bathroom door fully open.
She was standing in front of the mirror, a hairbrush held loosely in her hands.
“Caro, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she said, a weird fake smile on her face. “I’m fine.”
She didn’t look fine. She looked totally freaked out—and her frozen expression was giving me chills.
I took the brush from her hands and carefully brushed out the tangles from her glossy brown hair. It was soft and silky and so familiar—it had haunted my dreams for long enough.
“You have beautiful hair, Caro. I’m glad you kept it long.”
She shrugged, as if my words meant nothing.
“Every now and then I decide to get it cut off, especially after I’ve been somewhere I haven’t been able to shower for a couple of weeks.”