“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.”

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.