Fuck! Could this get any hotter? I was so close to coming and she hadn’t even touched me.
“My hair brushes the skin on your chest as I arch away from you, and your skin is so sensitized you can feel every strand, every wave, every individual hair. I take your hand and move your fingers against my clitoris. I’m wet, very wet, and you know it won’t be long before your hot, hard cock is stroking inside me. I run my fingers around you, gripping you, squeezing you, and you know that I want you—every inch of you—inside me. You’re at the entrance of my sex, and you sink into me: slowly at first, then getting faster and harder, going deeper and deeper. Your control is unraveling because you can feel that hot, soft, sweet flesh all around you. My body starts to buck under yours and you know that I’m close. You can feel ripples of pleasure pulsing through me and you’re wondering how long you can hold on before you come. You’re trying so hard to hold it back but then I clench around you, squeezing you, milking everything you have. And I’m begging you to give it to me again. I’m begging you to take me from behind, so you pull out, even though you’re aching to come, your balls hot and heavy, and then you’re looking at my ass, knowing that I want you so badly, waiting just for you.”
Her words were driving me insane, and my breathing was becoming rapid. I needed her hands on me or my own—some fucker needed to relive the pressure building in my balls.
“You plunge into me and it feels so deep this way; it’s never felt this good before. You’re so hard, your cock is aching for release…” Fuckin’ tell me about it! “…but you want to enjoy every moment of it, so you hold back, hold back, hold back. But it’s hard, so hard, because I’m coming again and you desperately want to come with me, but you want me to have every second, every ounce of pleasure, so you hold back, hold back. And then I’m coming hard, like you’ve never felt before; and it’s so hot and wet and sweet—you spill into me, on and on and on.”
And then she grabbed my cock, hard, and I spilled into her fist, the cum overflowing onto my stomach as she continued to stroke me.
My breath was roaring and my blood was pounding so loudly in my head I thought I was going to pass out. Holy fuck! What just happened? She barely touched me!
I was vaguely aware that Caro was cuddling against me, her warm breath fanning out across my shoulder.
Eventually I managed to peel open one eye and looked down at myself in amazement. Nope, I hadn’t dreamed it—thick loops of cum were cooling on my stomach and I was a mess.
“Fuck, Caro!” I rasped out. “How … how…”
“So, you’re the one who’s speechless now?” she said, more than a little smug.
I couldn’t speak coherently, so I just watched as she reached into her toiletry bag, pulled out a bunch of tissues and began to clean me up.
“Enjoy my bedtime story?” she asked, her eyes glittering wickedly.
“Fuck, yes!” I huffed out. “I still can’t believe you did that to me, Caro.”
I was trying to process exactly what had happened, but so far I was coming up blank. I did know that my brain had disconnected from the parts that moved, and all thought processes had ground to a halt. I’d just had one of the most intense orgasms of my life, certainly in the last 10 years, and my body needed to reboot. Or something—shit, I was flying so high, I was somewhere near Venus.
“Well, Sebastian,” she said, leaning in close and whispering into my ear, “now you have something to think about when we’re apart, or when you’re doing a tour. Now you can imagine me talking to you.”
I groaned as her words made my limp dick twitch again.
“Are you fucking kidding me? With twenty other horny Marines sharing the same grot?” I winced. “Aw, hell! I won’t be able to get rid of that image now.”
She laughed, deep and throaty and totally fucking sexy. “That’s kind of the point, Sebastian.”
I shook my head, slowly.
“Fuck, Caro! You are so fucking amazing. Did I ever tell you that?”
I felt the mattress move as she sat up and smiled at me.
“You may have mentioned it once or twice, but feel free to repeat yourself.”
Then she slapped my chest. “Come on, let’s go shower. I’m hungry. For food.” And she jumped off the bed and headed for the shower. I closed my eyes, drifting quietly, about a foot above where my body was laying on the bed.
I don’t know how long I lay there, but I was aware that the bathroom door had opened, with warm, damp air and the scent of citrus gusting across the room.
Caro leaned down and kissed me firmly, and even though my eyes were still closed, I could feel the smile on her lips.
“Are you going to be moving anytime soon, Sebastian?”
“Nope.”
“Come on! You need feeding!”
“Just gonna lie here and die a happy man,” I muttered.
“Sebastian! Get up! I’m hungry!” she laughed, poking me in the ribs in the one fucking place that was ticklish.
I rolled away from her so she leaned down and bit my ass.
“Hey, no fair!” I groaned.
“I thought Marines were supposed to have stamina,” she grumbled, nipping me again.
“Okay, okay, I’m going,” I complained. “No need to be so rough, jeez.”
I struggled to my feet, my legs shaky, feeling like I’d just finished a twenty mile hike carrying 80 pounds of equipment. I mean, it was kind of embarrassing. On some missions, I deployed with 100 pounds of equipment if I was away for a few nights, and I was in better shape at the end of each day than I was right now. It was a mind-fuck that she could affect me like this. Shit. I was is in so much trouble.
The shower revived me enough to jumpstart my brain, but I still was a little out of it. Well, a lot out of it.
“You okay?” Caro asked. “You seem a little discombobulated.”
“Fuck, yes,” I said, nodding my head, “and I don’t even know what that means. Fuck, Caro, I can’t get over that. I mean, you barely touched me. It was just … hot.”
She smiled, her eyes warm and wicked. “Ah, the power of words.”
“There’s going to be payback,” I muttered.
“Sebastian, if I wasn’t so damn hungry, I’d be dragging you back to the bedroom now and tying you down until you made a dishonest woman of me.”
Wow, who was this woman?
“Jeez, you’ve gotten so bossy. I like it.”
She laughed happily. “You’ve been taking orders from the wrong people, Marine—but I’m going to help you with that.”
“Can’t wait,” I admitted, shaking my head in disbelief.
I pulled her into a hug, burying my face in the sweet-smelling hair at the side of her neck, still damp from the shower. It was one of my favorite places.
“I have missed you so much,” I said, fucking terrified by the power this woman held over me.
“I’ve missed you, too, tesoro.”
We stood there quietly, our arms around each other, neither of us willing to break the spell.
Eventually, I heard her stomach rumble and I stepped back smiling down at her. “Let’s go eat.”
L’Acquapazza was on the waterfront. And Salvi was right about the views, but I couldn’t help thinking that he meant his cousin would enjoy the views of Caro, so I made sure we were given a seat in the corner.
But she stopped by the entrance, her gaze drawn toward a dozen well-thumbed newspapers that stood in a rack by the door. She pulled one out and carried it to our table as we sat down, turning to the middle pages and scanning for international news, specifically about Afghanistan.
“Always the journalist, Caro.”