I straddled him and pinned his wrists back with my hands, my mouth crushing his, my breasts forcing themselves into his chest.
He could easily have overpowered me, being about fifty times stronger than I was, but he seemed content to let me have my wicked way with him. I had some serious catching up to do, and he had rain checks that needed cashing.
Our tongues were gliding together, our teeth clashing, and I could feel Sebastian getting aroused beneath me.
He sat up suddenly, cradling his arms around my waist, as mine flew up in surprise. He kissed my neck, running his hot tongue over my throat.
“You taste like the sea,” he murmured, “and your skin smells like sunshine.”
He ran his fingers up my back, and let them tangle in my hair, pulling my face down to his.
“I want to be inside you, Caro.”
I smiled against his lips, and then rolled off him, scooting down to the bottom of the bed.
“Raise that glorious ass,” I said, tugging on the hem of his board shorts.
He grinned at me and lifted his hips from the bed. I pulled off the shorts, threw them behind me, then sat back to enjoy the view.
His legs were long and tan and muscled like a runner; his thighs and hips pale; and his rich, pubic hair was light brown. My eyes wandered up his body, taking in his erection that hovered above his tight, toned stomach, where his skin turned to gold again. He propped himself up on his elbows and smiled at me, his head on one side, as if he was asking what I found so fascinating.
“You’re beautiful, Sebastian. I love to look at you. I love to see you like this, when it’s just the two of us. Why does it feel so right?”
He shook his head slowly.
“Maybe it was just meant to be. I mean, shit, could we have had any more challenges thrown at us?”
I could think of one big challenge that we still had to face, but I refused to let that spoil the here and now.
“We’ve certainly had our share,” I sighed.
He sat up and held my cheek with his hand.
“Don’t be sad, Caro. We’ve got our second chance … or maybe we’re on our third … I kinda lost count already.”
“That is very true.” I laughed, lightly. “Now you seem to have a very desirable hard-on there, so what say we have some fun with that?”
“I’m all yours.”
I grinned and jumped off the bed. “Are the condoms in your toiletry bag?”
“Yeah, baby.”
I rooted through the overnight bag until I found what I was looking for.
“Sebastian, there’s only one condom left in here,” I said, shaking the now empty box at him.
“Shit! You’re kidding! Fuck, how did I … ah, crap. Give me that fucker—I’m going to make the most of it.”
“Oh no, Hunter,” I smiled, waving the foil packet at him, “this one is all mine.”
His eyes heated instantly and his cock twitched.
“Feeling a little needy, baby?” I said, continuing to tease him, as I walked around the bed.
“Fuck, Caro!”
He lunged for me but I danced away.
“Dear me, someone is impatient.”
“Yeah, very!” he said, sounding both amused and slightly annoyed.
I stood at the end of the bed.
“Would you like me to take these off?” I said, tugging gently on the delicate laces of my bikini bottoms.
He nodded silently.
“Or maybe you’d like to take them off me?”
He swallowed and nodded again.
I climbed up from the foot of the bed and crawled all the way up him, the foil packet held in my teeth. I hovered above him and he reached down to untie first one, then the second ribbon, and the small strip of material fluttered to the floor.
I took the condom packet out of my mouth while his right hand drifted up my thighs and his index finger slid inside, slowly massaging me. My eyes were locked on his: watching him, watching me, watching him.
Then he pushed another finger inside me, moving faster, and my breath began to come in short gasps.
“Come on, baby,” he said, his voice tight.
My body responded and I tried to push his hand away, not being able to take any more.
“No, baby,” he said softly, “you can take more.”
“I can’t! I can’t!” I begged him, but he wouldn’t stop, and the most intense, demanding, draining orgasm arched my spine and made my body shudder, the tremors coursing through me like the aftershocks of an earthquake.
Because my legs were apart, still kneeling across him, it seemed to go on and on and on.
I collapsed onto his chest, and I felt his fingers stroke my back, tracing my spine through my skin.
Gently, he rolled me onto my back, and kissed me across my neck and chest, sucking and tugging on my nipples with his teeth. My over-sensitized body responded quickly. It was as if the lightest touch sent a charge of electricity racing through me.
He pushed up my knees and before my brain had caught up, I felt him plunge inside me.
“Sebastian, no! Don’t!”
“Come on, baby, you feel so good.”
He rolled his hips, and sensation flooded through me.
“No!”
I pushed hard on his chest and, reluctantly, he pulled out, his sea-green eyes accusing.
“What are you doing, Sebastian?” I gasped, staring at him in shock.
“I just want to make love to you, Caro.”
“I know … but, you’re not wearing a condom.”
I opened my hand, begging him to look at the foil packet that I was holding, still unopened.
“We don’t need that, Caro.”
Did I hear him right?
“What? Are you crazy, Sebastian? I could get pregnant!”
He stared down at me.
“Would that be so bad?”
“You want me to get pregnant?” I stammered.
He sighed and closed his eyes, rolling onto his 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.”
I flung my arm over my eyes, shutting out the vision of his beautiful face, trying to regain some order among the craziness.
He pulled my arm away from my eyes, forcing me to look at him.
“Caro?”
“Sebastian…” I stuttered, not sure where to start. “We were apart for ten years. I saw you again 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?”
He smiled and raised his eyebrows. “Yeah.”
“Do you know how crazy that sounds?”
“That’s our story, Caro. Crazy in love.”
I didn’t know whether to kiss him, hit him, or have him committed.
“I … I don’t know what to say.”
He shrugged. “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?”
His mouth dropped open, then he grinned at me. “Kids? As in, plural? Sure, why not?”
“You … you’d do that?”
By now I was gaping at him.
“Caro, I’ll do whatever it takes to be with you. I’ve been in the Marines for nearly ten years now and I’ve had tours in Iraq and Afghan, 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 struggled to sit up, still feeling tremulous from my very recent orgasm. Or it might have been the complete head-spin Sebastian had just thrown at me.
“I … I…”
He smirked at me. “I thought you were supposed to be the one who was good with words, Caro.
”
“Usually,” I choked out.
He stroked my stomach suggestively, letting his hand drift lower.
“So, what do you think? Shall we just keep going?”
“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?”
He sighed and looked resigned, but I could tell he was disappointed. Then he looked down at his dick, which had lost some of its delicious hardness.
“Feeling a little flat here, baby. You wanna pump me up?”
His mood swings left me reeling, but I couldn’t help smiling at the hopeful expression on his face.
“Yes, I think I can do something about that. Lie back.”
He grinned up at me. “What are you going to do?”
“Absolutely nothing.”
“What?” he said, frowning.
“I’m not going to touch you, Sebastian, 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.”
I 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!” he breathed, his eyes wide.
I lay down next to him so we were close, but not touching.
“Close your eyes,” I breathed.
He gave me one, long, hot, lingering look, and then did as I 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?”
He swallowed and nodded.
“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.”
He groaned softly and I saw that his cock was almost completely erect again.
“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.”
I could see that his cock really was hard and ready for action.
Not yet, Sebastian.
“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.”
By now Sebastian’s breathing was becoming rapid and his hands were hovering over his body as if he was desperate to touch me or to touch himself. My own words were making me moist and needful, but I carried on.
“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 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 with those words, I grasped his cock, hard, and Sebastian came in my hand immediately. I stroked him a few more times, watching the creamy fluid spill onto his stomach, his chest muscles heaving with the effort of breathing, his eyes screwed shut.
I kissed him softly on the lips and lay back next to him, snuggling into his shoulder.
Eventually he opened his eyes and looked down at himself in amazement.
“Fuck, Caro!” he croaked. “How … how…”
“So, you’re the one who’s speechless now?” I said, smugly.
I watched him for a while, as he tried to pull all his shattered pieces together. I reached over to my toiletry bag and pulled out a tissue to clean him up.
He watched me with vacant eyes as I got up to throw the tissue away, then I sat back on the bed and smiled wickedly at him.
“Enjoy my bedtime story?”
“Fuck, yes! I still can’t believe you did that to me, Caro,” he said.
“Well, Sebastian, 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.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? With twenty other horny Marines sharing the same grot?” He groaned. “Oh, God! I won’t be able to get rid of that image now.”
I laughed, “That’s kind of the point, Sebastian.”
He shook his head, slowly.
“Fuck, Caro! You are so fucking amazing. Did I ever tell you that?”
“You may have mentioned it once or twice, but feel free to repeat yourself.”
He still looked baffled: it was so cute.
I slapped his chest. “Come on, let’s go shower. I’m hungry. For food.”
I jumped off the bed and headed for the shower. I’d already shampooed and conditioned my hair, soaped myself clean and dried off with a towel, before the Marine managed to stagger into the bathroom.
Jeez, and I thought these guys were supposed to be in good shape?
Nicole would be so disappointed.
CHAPTER 9
The shower revived Sebastian enough that I felt almost safe letting him take us on the bike.
“You okay?” I said. “You seem a little discombobulated.”
“Fuck, yes, and I don’t even know what that means,” he said, nodding his head. “Fuck, Caro, I can’t get over that. I mean, you barely touched me. It was just … hot.”
I smiled. “Ah, the power of words.”
“There’s going to be payback,” he promised, with a devilish smile.
“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.”
He stared at me with admiration and not a little surprise.
“Jeez, you’ve gotten so … bossy. I like it.”
I laughed delightedly. “Oh, Chief, I think you’ve been taking orders from the wrong people—but I’m
going to help you with that.”
“Can’t wait,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief.
Then he pulled me into a hug and buried his face in my neck, tickling my skin with his warm breath.
“I have missed you so much.”
“I’ve missed you, too, tesoro.”
We stood there quietly, his arms around me, each of us unwilling to break the spell.
Eventually, he rubbed my back and kissed my hair lightly. “Let’s go eat.”
Just three miles down the road was the pretty Marina di Cecina. Our friend at the beach shop had recommended that we eat at one of the restaurants on the waterfront. It probably belonged to an uncle or cousin, but it looked nice enough and had sensational views over the Mediterranean.
“What the hell is that?” said Sebastian, pointing at the menu. “Cipolline agrodolci alla Cinque Terre. Is that onions?”
“Yes, sweet and sour onions: it’s a local delicacy. You want to try them?”
“Normally I’d say yes, but I’m really craving … steak,” he said, apologetically.
I rolled my eyes. “You’re so American! You want fries with that?”
“Yeah, now you mention it. Anyway, I’ve got to keep my strength up. This woman I’ve met is milking me dry. She can’t keep her hands off me.”
“What a slut.”
He smirked at me. “Well, she hasn’t been that slutty, but I’d really like to see her in slutty stockings and garter straps—no panties.”
“Hmm, well I’m sure we can arrange it at some point, but I have to admit, Sebastian, I don’t actually own anything like that.”
He looked surprised. “Not at all? I thought all women…”
He stopped mid sentence, looking embarrassed, and wishing he could bite back the words.
“Maybe all your previous women, Sebastian,” I replied, rather cuttingly, “but no, not me, I don’t.”
Wisely, he buried his eyes in the menu.
“Sebastian, apart from you, I last had a date nearly three years ago. And there’s not a lot of need for slinky underwear on assignment to military bases—well, not for me, anyway. Maybe you know differently?” and I raised my eyebrows at him.
“Why don’t you date, Caro?” he asked, looking up, his voice puzzled. “I mean, you’re fucking gorgeous, anyone can see that, and you’re clever and funny. Any man would have to be blind not to want you.”