“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, and 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.”