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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 sw
eet 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.

I shook my head, a smile threatening to break out. “I don’t usually have a need for it. Please tell me you have condoms, otherwise ‘making out’ is all we’re going to be doing.”

He smirked
, and bent down to rifle through the pockets of his leather jacket.

“Just wondering,
” I said, casually, “but when did you buy them, or are they old stock?”

He grinned at me
, and shook his head. “Nope, new packet. Check it out.”

He tossed me the
small box and I saw that it was true: the seal hadn’t been broken.

“So, no need to practice putting
one on then?”

I was teasing him: ten years ago, he
’d admitted, somewhat shamefaced, that he’d practiced putting on a condom so he’d know what to do when the time came.

Sebastian laughed.

“Well, I haven’t practiced
that
recently, but I think I can remember what to do.”

“You
’re avoiding the question,” I said raising my eyebrows. “When did you buy these?”

“Second day of the
hostile environment training.”

“But you were still mad at me then!” I said, very surprised.

“Didn’t stop me wanting you,” he replied, grinning back at me.

“Hmm, well. Let me see if
I
can remember what to do,” I said, raising one eyebrow.

His grin widened and he stood in front of me with his hands on his hips, his erection heading in my general direction.

I tore open the box and pulled out a foil packet, running it down his length, and tapping him on his tip lightly.

“
Whoa, careful!” he breathed out.

“Wimp! I thought you were a Marine not a mouse.”

“Just be careful with my weapon,” he shot back.

“Close your eyes and relax.”

“Why, what are you going to do?” he said warily.

“Don
’t you trust me?” I said, smiling innocently.

“Not with that look on your face,” he said, but closed his eyes anyway.

I ripped open the foil and pinched the end between my thumb and forefinger, but before I rolled it on, I leaned forward and took him in my mouth.

“Fuck!” he hissed between his teeth
, as I stroked my mouth up and down him.

He rested his hands on my shoulders and flexed automatically, sending him deeper into my throat. I pulled back slightly and bared my teeth, making him shudder.

I sucked hard, and he groaned.

“No, baby. I want to be inside you.”

I gave another not-so-gentle tug, and released him.

He shook his head, his eyes amused but heated.

I smiled up at him and ran my hands over his ass, enjoying the defined dip where hip met muscle.

“Just put that fucking thing on, Caro,” he said. “You
’re killing me here.”

“Oh, don
’t be such a baby, Sebastian. We’ve waited ten years; you’re not going to expire in the next 30 seconds.”

“I wouldn
’t be too sure about that,” he muttered.

I held the condom at the tip of his penis, and
as slowly as was humanly possible, I rolled it down him, making every second, every millimeter count.

He brushed my hands away as soon as I was finished.

“My turn,” he said, his voice allowing no argument.

I lay back on the bed
, and raised my arms to pull him down to me.

“Oh, I don
’t think so,” he said. “My turn, remember? Pull your knees up.”

“Yes, sir!”
I barked, and threw up a salute.

“Are you mocking the US Marine Corps, lady?” he snarled.

“Why? What are you going to do about it?”

The expre
ssion on his face changed subtly, and I had a feeling I was going to regret my challenging words.

I slid my feet up the bed as commanded, and watched
with a mixture of anticipation and delicious foreboding as his head disappeared between my thighs.

His tongue flicked up and I was so aroused I nearly came on the spot
, my body bowing to meet him.

For a second
, he pulled back to glance up at me, grinned wickedly, and continued with his erotic assault that had me moaning at an embarrassing volume.

Then he hooked his shoulders under my knees and lifted my whole lower body off the bed, so my weight rested on my upper back.

And he was merciless.

My orgasm began to build quickly and even as the
waves tore me apart, he didn’t stop until every bone in my body had turned to liquid.

I couldn
’t help the nasty little thought that darted through my brain: practice makes perfect.

But he didn
’t give me time to think too deeply because he lay my hips back down on the bed, and positioned himself over me.

“I
’ve waited a very long time for this,” he said.

Then he slid into me, inch by slow inch
, as my body adjusted to his invading presence.

“Fuck, you feel so good, Caro. I can feel you all around me.
So fucking tight!
”

And I could certainly feel every inch of him. My numb brain began to fill with memories, the times, the places, the many, many times he
’d made love to me before. Many times, but somehow too few times.

I ran my nails down his back again, then pressed the tips of my fingers into his tight muscles.

He groaned, continuing to stroke slowly in and out.

Ten years ago, the boy he
’d been had been unable to stop himself from racing to the finish line. Now I was benefiting from his experience.

He held his weight on his forearms
, and gradually increased the speed. I felt the cool metal of his dog tags on my skin over my heart, which was beating furiously fast, as my body began to respond again and again.

Death by orgasm – what a way to go.

I moaned out his name, and he seemed to lose a fraction of his careful control because he started to move faster. Soon his hips were plunging fiercely, and I absorbed every delicious thrust as he ground into me.

His eyes were wide open, staring down at me, almost wild in their intensity, then his mouth was on mine, our tongues twisting and twining together.

I tilted my hips up to meet him and
felt his body go rigid; he flexed deeply once more then stilled, his breath coming in rapid gasps.