“Would you like me to take these off?” she asked in a sing-song voice, tugging gently on the delicate laces of her bikini bottoms.
Fuck, yeah! I nodded silently.
“Or maybe you’d like to take them off me?”
She climbed up from the foot of the bed and crawled all the way up until she was poised above me, the foil packet held in her teeth. I reached up to untie first one, then the second ribbon, and the small strip of material fell away.
I let my hand drift up the inside of her thighs and then gently slid my index finger inside, massaging her slowly. Her eyes were locked on mine: watching me, watching her, watching me. Her gaze was scorching and my body overheated quickly.
I pushed another finger inside her, moving faster, and her breath began to come in short gasps.
“Come on, baby,” I encouraged, my voice strained.
She clenched around my fingers and then tried to push my hand away.
“No, baby,” I crooned to her, “you can take more.”
“I can’t! I can’t!” she gasped, her eyes begging, but I wouldn’t stop, and another orgasm ripped through her, arching her spine as her body shuddered and trembled.
Then she collapsed onto my chest, and I stroked her back, running my hands down her spine, feeling soft tremors still running through her.
Gently, I rolled so she was on her back, then kissed her neck and chest, sucking and tugging on her nipples with my teeth until they were tight little fists. Her body was limp and pliant, so when I pushed her knees apart, there was no resistance as I slid inside her.
Only then her body tensed up and she gripped onto my shoulders.
“Sebastian, no! Don’t!”
I was too lost in sensation, my mind fogged by heat and lust.
“Come on, baby, you feel so good.”
I rolled my hips, and she trembled around me. But then she shoved hard against my chest and I pulled out, confused and more than a little pissed.
“No!” she yelled, her eyes hard and accusing. “What are you doing, Sebastian?”
“I just want to make love to you, Caro.”
“I know … but, you’re not wearing a condom.”
She opened her hand, showing me the foil packet that she was still holding, unopened.
“We don’t need that, Caro.”
I didn’t want anything between us ever again.
“What?” she yelped. “Are you crazy, Sebastian? I could get pregnant!”
“Would that be so bad?”
I wanted it all with her—why didn’t she understand that?
“You want me to get pregnant?” she stammered.
I sighed and closed my eyes, rolling onto my side.
“I want to have a life with you, Caro, for the rest of my life. Look—kids—whatever. If it happens, then great; if it doesn’t, that’s fine, too. Just as long as we’re together. This time, forever.”
She pushed away from me and flung her arm over her eyes. But I reached up and pulled her arm away, forcing her to look at me.
“Caro?”
I needed to know what she was thinking.
“Sebastian…” she stuttered, trying to pull herself together. “We were apart for ten years. I saw you again less than a week ago, we had sex, a couple of dates, more sex, we fought, we broke up … and now you’re saying you want to have children with me?”
Now she was getting it. “Yeah.”
“Do you know how crazy that sounds?” she gasped, her mouth hanging open.
“That’s our story, Caro. Crazy in love.”
She stared at me like I’d just grown two dicks.
“I … I don’t know what to say.”
I shrugged, a little amused and a lot puzzled by her freak-out.
“You don’t have to say anything, Caro. You don’t have to do anything. Like I said: if it happens or not … whatever … we’ll deal.”
“And what … you’ll give up being a Marine to look after the kids?”
My jaw dropped and then I grinned at her. “Kids? As in, plural? Sure, why not?”
“You … you’d do that?”
I could tell that this wasn’t the reaction she’d been expecting.
“Caro, I’ll do whatever it takes to be with you,” I explained slowly, so there was no misunderstanding this time. “I’ve been in the Marines for nearly ten years and I’ve had tours in Iraq and Afghanistan, been stationed in Germany, Paris and Geneva. I didn’t care because I didn’t have anywhere to go home to. But with you, we’ll have a home, and I won’t want to be away from you.”
I had no fucking clue what I’d do if I left the Corps, but I’d worry about that later.
She struggled to sit up, still obviously thrown by the conversation.
“I … I…”
I grinned at her. “I thought you were supposed to be the one who was good with words, Caro.”
“Usually,” she choked out.
I leaned over to stroke her flat stomach, my hand drifting suggestively lower, hoping she’d take the hint and do something about my raging hard-on that was still standing up straighter than a Drill Sergeant.
“So, what do you think?” I suggested. “Should we just keep going?”
She shook her head quickly.
“I … no … look, just give me some time to think about this. We’ve got this lonely, little condom, so let’s use it and talk again later. Okay?”
Well, she wasn’t saying no to sex, but I had to admit that I was disappointed. My dick agreed with me, not wanting to be wrapped after he’d known the insane fucking pleasure of being inside her bare, and started to wilt.
“Feeling a little flat here, baby. You wanna pump me up?” I asked hopefully.
She shook her head again, but I could tell she meant the opposite. Fuck, women were confusing. They should come with a manual.
“Yes, I think I can do something about that,” she smiled. “Lay back.”
I grinned up at her. “What are you going to do?”
“Absolutely nothing.”
Huh?
HUH?
“What?”
“I’m not going to touch you, Sebastian,” she purred, “and you’re not going to touch me. Yet. I’m going to show you how good I am with words.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about baby, but it’s making me feel horny.”
She smiled. “That’s the point, Sebastian. I’m going to make you so hard, I’m going to get you so wound up, I’m going to turn you on so much, that all I’ll have to do is touch you with one finger to make you come.”
“Fuck!”
Was that even possible? I had no idea what she was going to do that, but fuck me, it sounded hot!
She laid down next to me so we were close, but not touching.
“Close your eyes,” she breathed.
I gave her one hot lingering look, then did as she asked.
“I want you to see it all in your mind, Sebastian. Imagine everything I’m saying: see it, hear it, taste it, feel it, breathe it in. Understand?”
I swallowed and nodded, feeling my dick hardening again with every word she said.
“You’re lying on the bed and it’s very quiet. It’s night time, but there’s a full moon, and the shadows on the floor are almost blue. You hear the door open, but your eyes stay closed. You hear my footsteps across the wooden floor; you know it’s me because you recognize the soft sound of my footfalls. I’m standing right next to you, looking down at your naked body. You can hear the rustle of my clothes as I slowly start to take them off. You can hear the zipper of my dress. I must be wearing silk, because the material whispers as it falls from my body. Then you feel the mattress moving under you and my weight presses down on your body. My naked breasts are brushing against your skin; it’s cool and my nipples are hard when you take them in your mouth.”
I groaned, seeing it all in my mind, almost feeling what she was saying to me.
“I move up your body, hovering over you. I moan slightly and you know it’s because I’m touching myself, turning myself on for you. My fingers are inside me, circling slowly, and when I pull them out, I place them on your lips and you suck them hard. You can taste me and you can smell the muskiness of my scent. You long to touch me, but then I take your fingers in my mouth, sucking them one by one. You imagine what my mouth would feel like around your cock: my lips, my teeth, my tongue swirling around. You can imagine what it would feel like when you move into my mouth and your tip touches the back of my throat.”