through the fragile fabric of my panties and tossing them to the floor.
I quivered as he splayed out his fingers and ran them from my chest, down across my stomach, down across my pubic bone and along my thighs. His hand rose upwards again, finding my sw eet spot with his index finger; he began to press hard, back and forth.
I groaned , and pushed his hand away.
“No. You. I want you.”
He smiled briefly, then unzipped his pants and stood to let them drop to the floor, kicking his feet free.
I knelt up on the edge of the bed, pushing my breasts into his chest, and running my hands over his ass. Then I peeled the briefs over his hips and his erection leapt free.
Jeez, he was big!
I ’d honestly forgotten how well endowed he was. Truthfully, I’d not realized until after our ways had parted, that he was considerably above average.
I licked my lips and ran one hand over the length, gently cupping his balls in my other.
He breathed in deeply through his nose, his nostrils flaring slightly. I repeated the gesture and he swore lightly under his breath.
A bead of moisture glinted at the tip , and I swirled it around with my thumb. His body trembled.
“Are you on the pill?” he said, his voice rough.
I shook my head, a smile threatening to break out. “I don’t usually have a need for it. Please tell me you have condoms, otherwise ‘making out’ is all we’re going to be doing.”
He smirked , and bent down to rifle through the pockets of his leather jacket.
“Just wondering, ” I said, casually, “but when did you buy them, or are they old stock?”
He grinned at me , and shook his head. “Nope, new packet. Check it out.”
He tossed me the small box and I saw that it was true: the seal hadn’t been broken.
“So, no need to practice putting one on then?”
I was teasing him: ten years ago, he ’d admitted, somewhat shamefaced, that he’d practiced putting on a condom so he’d know what to do when the time came.
Sebastian laughed.
“Well, I haven’t practiced that recently, but I think I can remember what to do.”
“You ’re avoiding the question,” I said raising my eyebrows. “When did you buy these?”
“Second day of the hostile environment training.”
“But you were still mad at me then!” I said, very surprised.
“Didn’t stop me wanting you,” he replied, grinning back at me.
“Hmm, well. Let me see if I can remember what to do,” I said, raising one eyebrow.
His grin widened and he stood in front of me with his hands on his hips, his erection heading in my general direction.
I tore open the box and pulled out a foil packet, running it down his length, and tapping him on his tip lightly.
“ Whoa, careful!” he breathed out.
“Wimp! I thought you were a Marine not a mouse.”
“Just be careful with my weapon,” he shot back.
“Close your eyes and relax.”
“Why, what are you going to do?” he said warily.
“Don ’t you trust me?” I said, smiling innocently.
“Not with that look on your face,” he said, but closed his eyes anyway.
I ripped open the foil and pinched the end between my thumb and forefinger, but before I rolled it on, I leaned forward and took him in my mouth.
“Fuck!” he hissed between his teeth , as I stroked my mouth up and down him.
He rested his hands on my shoulders and flexed automatically, sending him deeper into my throat. I pulled back slightly and bared my teeth, making him shudder.
I sucked hard, and he groaned.
“No, baby. I want to be inside you.”
I gave another not-so-gentle tug, and released him.
He shook his head, his eyes amused but heated.
I smiled up at him and ran my hands over his ass, enjoying the defined dip where hip met muscle.
“Just put that fucking thing on, Caro,” he said. “You ’re killing me here.”
“Oh,
I quivered as he splayed out his fingers and ran them from my chest, down across my stomach, down across my pubic bone and along my thighs. His hand rose upwards again, finding my sw eet spot with his index finger; he began to press hard, back and forth.
I groaned , and pushed his hand away.
“No. You. I want you.”
He smiled briefly, then unzipped his pants and stood to let them drop to the floor, kicking his feet free.
I knelt up on the edge of the bed, pushing my breasts into his chest, and running my hands over his ass. Then I peeled the briefs over his hips and his erection leapt free.
Jeez, he was big!
I ’d honestly forgotten how well endowed he was. Truthfully, I’d not realized until after our ways had parted, that he was considerably above average.
I licked my lips and ran one hand over the length, gently cupping his balls in my other.
He breathed in deeply through his nose, his nostrils flaring slightly. I repeated the gesture and he swore lightly under his breath.
A bead of moisture glinted at the tip , and I swirled it around with my thumb. His body trembled.
“Are you on the pill?” he said, his voice rough.
I shook my head, a smile threatening to break out. “I don’t usually have a need for it. Please tell me you have condoms, otherwise ‘making out’ is all we’re going to be doing.”
He smirked , and bent down to rifle through the pockets of his leather jacket.
“Just wondering, ” I said, casually, “but when did you buy them, or are they old stock?”
He grinned at me , and shook his head. “Nope, new packet. Check it out.”
He tossed me the small box and I saw that it was true: the seal hadn’t been broken.
“So, no need to practice putting one on then?”
I was teasing him: ten years ago, he ’d admitted, somewhat shamefaced, that he’d practiced putting on a condom so he’d know what to do when the time came.
Sebastian laughed.
“Well, I haven’t practiced that recently, but I think I can remember what to do.”
“You ’re avoiding the question,” I said raising my eyebrows. “When did you buy these?”
“Second day of the hostile environment training.”
“But you were still mad at me then!” I said, very surprised.
“Didn’t stop me wanting you,” he replied, grinning back at me.
“Hmm, well. Let me see if I can remember what to do,” I said, raising one eyebrow.
His grin widened and he stood in front of me with his hands on his hips, his erection heading in my general direction.
I tore open the box and pulled out a foil packet, running it down his length, and tapping him on his tip lightly.
“ Whoa, careful!” he breathed out.
“Wimp! I thought you were a Marine not a mouse.”
“Just be careful with my weapon,” he shot back.
“Close your eyes and relax.”
“Why, what are you going to do?” he said warily.
“Don ’t you trust me?” I said, smiling innocently.
“Not with that look on your face,” he said, but closed his eyes anyway.
I ripped open the foil and pinched the end between my thumb and forefinger, but before I rolled it on, I leaned forward and took him in my mouth.
“Fuck!” he hissed between his teeth , as I stroked my mouth up and down him.
He rested his hands on my shoulders and flexed automatically, sending him deeper into my throat. I pulled back slightly and bared my teeth, making him shudder.
I sucked hard, and he groaned.
“No, baby. I want to be inside you.”
I gave another not-so-gentle tug, and released him.
He shook his head, his eyes amused but heated.
I smiled up at him and ran my hands over his ass, enjoying the defined dip where hip met muscle.
“Just put that fucking thing on, Caro,” he said. “You ’re killing me here.”
“Oh,
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