His eyes were dark with desire and he swallowed quickly before sitting up and hauling his own T-shirt over his head. His silver dog tags chinked quietly as they settled back on his chest.
I reached over to touch him, needing to feel the warmth of his silky flesh, then stopped.
“You got a tattoo?”
He smiled slightly.
“Standard Marine issue.”
I studied the delicate artwork and misty colors while Sebastian slowly stroked my back.
“The Marine insignia, right? What does it stand for?”
“The eagle represents the nation, well, protecting the nation – see the way its wings are spread out? The globe is our worldwide presence, and the anchor is because of our naval heritage.”
The eagle was carrying a ribbon in its beak: I was just able to make out the tiny words.
“Semper fidelis: always faithful.”
He nodded, his eyes serious.
I kissed his shoulder gently and lay back on the bed, pulling him towards me. Without speaking again, he pressed me down into the mattress, kissing me hard. His right hand roamed over my breast, gliding his fingers under my bra-cup and teasing the nipple until it was sensitized and rigid.
Then he slid his hand under my back, snapping open the bra’s catch, and pushed the shoulder straps over my arms, tossing the flimsy fabric onto the floor.
He moved his head to my breasts, his tongue dancing around the nipples, grazing his teeth over my aroused skin.
I moaned, arching my back, and he hooked one hand underneath me, half-lifting me off the bed. I responded by dragging my nails down his spine, making him cry out. He ground his hips into my pelvis and sucked the skin on my shoulder, biting so I could feel his teeth.
I ran my hands over his biceps and forearms, then slid my fingers inside the front of his jeans, feeling the large bulge pushing through his briefs. He groaned loudly, and I squeezed him through the material.
“Fuck, Caro!” he said, his voice hoarse with need.
Matching me move for move, he pushed his hands underneath my waistband, caressing my ass, pushing his fingers into the cleft between my buttocks. Then he pulled his hand out and toyed with the button on the front of my jeans, before twisting it open. He didn’t bother with the zipper, but simply pushed his fingers under my panties, pulling gently on my pubic hair, massaging my mound in slow circles, before letting his index finger drift lower.
I knew I was wet, desperately aroused, and as soon as his fingers found me I cried out. He’d always known this part of my body so well, and he definitely hadn’t lost his touch. In and out, in and out, torturing me, confined as I was by my jeans. My back arched, and I cried out again.
He sat up quickly and unzipped my jeans, hauling them roughly down my legs, before catching his fingers 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 sweet 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.