“Are you sure, Caro?” I questioned.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Here and now.”
I groaned as she raised her hips, rubbing against my rock hard cock.
“But you’re going to have to get naked,” she added.
I sighed and pushed away from her, shaking some sense back into my brain which was definitely lacking any blood flow.
“It’s going to take some explaining if the Taliban attack and I run out of your room with my ass hanging out,” I reminded her.
She hesitated and I wondered what she was thinking. It didn’t take long before I knew.
“I don’t care if you don’t … time to get naked, Marine,” she ordered, rubbing her thigh against me again.
“Make me,” I teased.
Her eyebrows shot up.
“Okay, what can I trade you to get you to take your shirt off?”
It was my turn to be surprised.
“Trade?”
“Yes,” she said firmly. “I want you to take your shirt off, but it seems like I’ll have to give you something in return. If I agree to your terms, you lose the shirt. If I don’t agree, you get to keep it on.”
“For real?”
“Yes, Sebastian,” she stated, clearly issuing the orders. Well, okay then.
“A shirt for a shirt, Caro,” I challenged her.
This was about to get interesting—and she was wearing a lot less than I was.
Moving slowly, in a show that was so fucking sexy, she unbuttoned her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra. My uniform jacket and t-shirt hit the floor and we were both naked from the waist up.
“So far so good,” she said, her voice low and husky. “I want you to take off your boots and socks.”
I thought for a moment, considering how I could raise the stakes, especially as she had fewer clothes than me.
“Okay, but I want you to touch your breasts, Caro; touch yourself until your nipples are hard.”
She followed my instructions quickly, running her hands lightly over her tits, toying with her nipples while she stared into my eyes.
“Fuck!” I said roughly, licking my lips, wanting to taste her, like now.
“Boots,” she snapped.
It took over half a minute for me to unlace my boots and lose the socks. My coordination was fucked because I couldn’t peel my eyeballs off of Caro who was now massaging her own breasts, teasing the nipples to peaks.
“I want you to take off your pants, Sebastian,” she whispered.
God, if Grant walked in now…
“And you have to lose those pajama bottoms, Caro.”
She kicked them off quickly, adding them to the pile in the corner.
I unzipped my pants, leaving the skivvies on. But she was out of clothes, and didn’t have anything left to trade.
“I want you naked, Sebastian,” she whispered.
“I want you to touch yourself between your legs, Caro. I want to see you come.”
She wrinkled her nose in distaste. I was confused—things had been getting pretty hot. Had she changed her mind?
“What?” I asked.
“Sebastian,” she sighed, “I can do that any night of the week; frankly I was hoping you’d do it for me.”
I grinned with relief. “Yeah, but it’ll be a real fucking turn on for me.”
“Alright then, but you, too.”
She’d lost me. “Me too, what?”
“Lose the briefs, get handy, and make yourself come.”
Not what I had in mind, but if that’s what she wanted... “Ah, what the hell.”
I yanked off the skivvies then folded myself into a sitting position, leaning against the wall facing Caro, and started working the head of my dick. Caro watched for a few seconds, which was pretty fuckin’ hot, then she knelt up, spreading her knees wide and began to rub her clit slowly.
That shit was so hardcore. I wrapped my right hand firmly around my dick and started yanking harder; she matched me stroke for stroke, her back arching in a way that nearly made me come. But it wasn’t enough.
“Oh, fuck this,” I snarled.
I launched myself forward, knocking Caro onto her back, and slammed into her, pumping hard.
I was seconds from coming when Caro smacked my shoulder, struggling to push me off.
“Condom!” she hissed.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
I’d been so turned on, I’d totally forgotten the basics. That only ever happened around Caro.
I pulled out of her reluctantly, then fumbled around for my pants, searching for the right pocket where I kept the rubbers. I swore as I dropped the first foil packet, but managed to hold onto the second one, hoping like fuck it was the right way around, otherwise it was going to come off inside her, and we’d been through that shit years before—it hadn’t been fun.
“I’m sheathed up,” I grunted.
Her next words knocked the breath right out of my lungs.
“From behind: make it rough.”
I sure as hell didn’t need to be asked twice.
Caro rolled onto her hands and knees, and I gripped her hip with one hand, my dick with other, took aim, and rammed home for the second time. She cried out, then collapsed onto her forearms, stifling her cries into the pillow. I fucked her as hard as I could, hammering into her body, letting myself go, losing myself in her, just like she wanted, just like she’d asked.
She pushed her ass back against me, and I could hear the slap of my balls against her, over and over again.
I leaned forward, palming her left breast, pinching the nipple until she cried out. Then I reached lower to finger her clit, rubbing my shaft at the same time as it slicked in and out of her. She brought up her hand to meet mine, an insane physical and emotional connection joining us.
I felt her body tremble as her muscles gripped around me, then she collapsed as she came and I had to hook my arm around her waist to hold her up while I released into her, stars shooting behind my eyelids from the intensity.
Caro was gasping for breath and I was breathing harder than a recruit at boot camp. I could feel the sweat on my chest and back.
I pulled out quickly and felt her body flinch.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Apart from the fact I’ll be walking like I just got off my camel tomorrow. You?”
I felt a huge smile break out.
“Yeah, I think I ripped my foreskin—what’s left of it.”
“Really?” She turned around to face me. “Are you okay?”
God, she was too cute for words.
I smiled and stroked her cheek. “Kidding, Caro. That was fucking awesome. You were like some wild woman.”
“You were pretty wild yourself. But you’re right: I don’t know what got into me—other than you, of course. Do you want to go again?”
I stared at her in amazement.
“Christ, Caro! Are you trying to kill me?”
“Hmm, death by orgasm. What do you think? A handful by morning?”
I stared at her, wondering what the hell had happened to my gentle, sweet girl.
“If you want, Caro, but you know what I’d really like to do now?”
“Thrill me,” she teased, stroking her fingers across my damp chest and tugging lightly on my dog tags.
I pulled her into his arms and looked at her seriously. “I want to make love to you, Caro. I freakin’ loved that, but it was just sex. Can we take it slow, baby? Take our time? I want to touch every part of your body.”
And I don’t know how long it will be before we can have a night like this again.
She kissed me softly, and this time, and the time after, I made love to her, showing her with my body the words that never came out right.
Dawn was close when she woke me up. I felt her fingers drifting down my back and across my hip. My dick was definitely awake, but I could tell from the light that there was no chance of doing anything about it before I had to report for duty.
“Time to get up, Sebastian,” she whispered.
I blinked and tried to stretch, but ended up kicking the door again.