I bounced off him and quickly unlaced my boots, dropping my jeans and panties to the floor in record time.
“Ah, hell,” muttered Sebastian as he struggled to unbuckle his boots.
“You’re a slouch, Hunter,” I jeered at him. “Just look at what you’re missing.”
I gave a quick twirl, which didn’t help his concentration.
“Fuck!” he hissed, hopping around the bed, one boot on, one boot off.
“Maybe you should have been a fireman instead of a Marine; then you’d be used to undressing quickly.”
There was a loud thud as his second boot landed on the floor; a moment later his pants and briefs hit the deck, too.
Damn, he looked so fine standing there, all tall and erect, all hot and devilish. I definitely wanted some of that.
“Lie on the bed,” I ordered.
“Yes, ma’am.”
I decided to have a quick taste, feeling his hips arch upwards so he filled my mouth. Okay, maybe not so quick: he tasted salty, his skin silky and delicious.
I held the condom in my hand as I continued to enjoy feeling his arousal between my lips, in my mouth, under my writhing tongue. I ran my fingernails up and down his chest as I continued to stroke him with my mouth. I was beginning to resent the intrusion of our little rubber friends, and wondered what would be the best time to start taking the birth control pills: perhaps a month before he got home on his next leave? That would be a good surprise for him. A welcome home present for both of us.
“Baby, I’m going to come if you keep doing that,” he growled, his voice strained.
Oh, I’d completely lost track of what I was doing. Hmm, better not admit to that.
I released him and sat back, watching the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he tried to pull himself together. Before he got the chance, I rolled the condom down, and positioned myself over him, sinking down slowly. Very slowly.
He moaned softly and I leaned down to kiss him. At the same time, he flexed his hips upwards, filling and massaging me at just the right place, causing sensation to spill through me.
“Fuck, Caro! I can’t control myself with you!”
He started pumping his hips, bouncing me up as I slammed down to meet him.
He came quickly and used his fingers to make sure that I followed him.
I slumped down on his chest.
“Sorry, baby,” he said, breathlessly.
“You have nothing to be sorry about,” I gasped, impressed I’d managed to string a whole sentence together.
He smiled and stroked my back. “Ready for the main course?”
“You’ve got to be kidding me, Hunter? I’m still…” and my body clenched around him.
“Oh, wow,” he said, his eyes wide, “I really felt that.”
“Good,” I said, rather grumpily. “So did I.”
He laughed, and lifted me off him as he sat up.
“I’m going to go shower.”
With bleary eyes, I watched him saunter into the palatial bathroom, snapping off the condom as he went.
I glanced down at my hand and caught sight of the unfamiliar ring on my finger. I still wasn’t certain how that had happened. But it felt good. It felt right. Although explaining it to my friends would be interesting. I shook my head: hell, explaining to myself would be pretty damn interesting, too.
I heard the bathroom door open again, and Sebastian strolled out drying himself. Actually, the way he looked, the way he looked at me – that was explanation enough for our impetuous engagement, certainly as far as I was concerned.
“What?” he said, smiling.
“Just wondering how the hell I ended up engaged to such a hot Marine. It’s been quite a week, Chief.”
He frowned. “You’re not having second thoughts, are you, Caro?”
I shook my head. “No, Sebastian, I’m not. But you have to admit, it’s all been pretty fast.”
“It’s been ten years, Caro,” he said, seriously. “I’ve waited long enough.”
His response floored me: he had a way of just cutting through all my bullshit.
“I love you so much, tesoro,” I said.