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 Ind yugm 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.”