The Soldier Next Door

I would love to believe that I am playing with fire, but then I need to remind myself that Ana is not present in my life anymore. Yes, it does still bring a sting to my heart, but it also makes my heart feel at ease that I am allowed to feel something for Emma. What? I do not know.

Some would say it is rebound, and others say it is lust. For most at camp, it is something to tease the Lieutenant over. Whichever it is, I simply cannot get enough of her. When I think of her, the feeling I do feel is…my heart hurts, but it hurts in a good way. Have I opened that box completely?

Not yet…but god do I wish I could.

We have kept whatever it is that is developing between us a rather great secret; in a way, I am back to keeping secrets again, but this, well, this is one that I enjoy keeping. I know that our relationship, well, if it is at that stage yet, but I know that it shall come out sooner or later.

Now I am not concerned about the boys here talking; what does have me concerned is the boys back home. But then again, Ray knows what he was doing when he brought her here. The thing is…

Does he see her as a rebound or just a means to get me to realize what it is that I truly need?

Well, I have news for him. I do not need Ana. In fact, I should just stop talking about the woman completely. I guess I have not noticed how much I am still doing until now.

So with a rather aching heart, aching in a good way, I find myself at 2 am in the morning, sneaking to Emma’s tent. We are set to go out on a mission later today, and I just wanted the girl’s company, not that I am not in it the whole day already, I just, fuck, I just want to lay my hands on her in a way that I cannot really do in front of the boys.

And if I thought that the woman would be sleeping, she seems to be waiting for me with an enormous smile on her face.

“Lieutenant, I see you are sneaking around again.”

“Obviously not sneaking good enough if you are awake. Or are you perhaps waiting for me?”

“Perhaps. Perhaps not. But I can say that you were sneaking around in my head first.”

“Oh really, and what did I do?”

“Why don’t you come closer, and I can show you what you started.”

I sit down next to her on the bed. My heart is beating so wildly that I cannot even hear myself think. I reach out and casually tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, and she leans into my touch.

“My god, you are gorgeous.”

My face bends down into hers in slow motion; I slide my hands down the smooth curves of her side to rest them on her hips and draw her closer.

My lips crash against hers like a colliding star, and it knocks her breath away. She splays her hand against my chest, intending to push me away, but instead, she leaves it there.

I drive my fingers deep into her waist and crush my lips into hers. I feel the heat of her body glow through her lips, they are hotter than the sun itself, but nothing is fucking hotter than this body that I am holding in my hands. I push away all my inhibitions and claim her mouth, devouring every inch of her.

My hands move up from her waist and to her breasts. I squeeze them firmly, and she moans in my mouth. As I cup them in my hands, I feel her grind and squirm. Then I pull her hair off her shoulder and kissed the length of her neck. I push her down on the bed; her body quivers beneath mine. I crawl down her body, careful not to miss an inch of her glowing skin.

Just as I am about to lift her shirt over her shoulders, I look at her with a cheeky smile on my face.

Not yet.

After fooling around for the next few hours, I slip out of her tent to go get ready for the briefing that is coming up in an hour. Gibbs’s squad will be going out on a mission, and I am going with. I have sat out for far too long. I think, no, I know that I am ready.

So after a long cold shower, I head off to do the briefing. Not long after that, we find ourselves heading out to Fallujah. It will be in and out. Routine as always. This time, just clearing a building that has been said is used for the storage of ammunition.

The weather is once more not on our side, and we are hoping that this is just false information again. But we need to check it out and clear the building nonetheless.

As usual, the boys are amped and ready for some action. Well, I am too, but yes, the mind is truly not clear. The reason? Sitting across from me with one fucking sexy smile on her face. Yes, I am distracted. But not for long.

We soon turn up the road that shall lead us to the building that is at the far end of the road. We have been told that there should be no resistance; if any, it will be minimal. So we will head in directly from the front.

With a slight nervous itch under my collar, I let Gibbs take the lead on this one. He, as clockwork, take us into the building, clearing room by room as we go.

Then, after we start coming to the conclusion that the building might be empty, we decide to split up. Now, of course, I am going to take Emma with me.

We immediately head off to the right and find only but three rooms on this side of the building to clear. Once we are in the third, I let out a very needed sigh of relief. I see her watching me intently, and it is those brown eyes that set me off.

In one…two…three slow and steady steps, and I have her back up against the wall. Her voice hitch, and her breath quickens. I feel it spread warm over my cheek as I feel her whisper in my ear, “Ethan, what are you doing?”

“Ssshhh, Emma. Nobody is near us.”

I gently nip at her earlobe, and her knees buckle; a soft moan escapes those soft cherry lips. It only but fuels that desire, the burning ache that she teased so relentless this morning.

With her one hand still firmly gripped onto her gun, she reaches the other to pull my face closer; I snap it right back into mine and pin it behind her back just above that fucking tight ass that drives me beyond what I am already raging.

“Ethan!”

“Emma, you need to be quiet, or else…”

“Or else what?”

“I am going to slip something into you.”

I hear her only but whimper.

With only but our clothes as a barrier, I can feel her heartbeat straight against her vest. And by the way, she is squirming in place, I know that the girl was wetter than the raindrops beating against the window.

Of course, I would not take her if there was no noise around; the rain is providing the perfect cover. Yes, this is planned in so many ways, but I did warn her; I told her that I would take her the next chance that I can.

Just looking into those eyes, I can see that she is nervous, lust mixed with the right amount of adrenalin pumping through her veins. Her senses are heightened, and so is her body. The slightest of wink again those lips and her knees will give in.

So it is with wink by wink that I slowly draw my lips closer. With each whimpered breath, my lips move in anticipation. I need to feel her softness, taste her essence. And each inch of a second takes me closer.

Then…I stop for a brief moment; her lips part, and she softly whispers.

“Please.”

And that is all that I need to hear to make me crumble. I instantly let go of her hand and tangle my fingers in the lengths of her ponytail, and I yank her closer. An inch of a wink before they crash together, I pull away. I can see her lips tremble. I bite into my lips to make it stop to quiver, then is pierce my gaze into those chocolate brown eyes.

“Kiss me.”

She moves that inch forward, and I pull another wink away.

“Kiss me like you mean it.”

At first, I thought that she was going to be rough and needy, yet she starts kissing me with a passion so raw that it rips open my soul. My body completely surrenders…for only but a minute…then…I take her.

“Did…” my lips shudder as I softly speak against hers. “Did you really think I was going to let you take control?”

I do not give her one moment to answer.

I push every part of my aching body that craves to be near her into the curves of her body. She lets go of my neck and grabs me firmly around the waist; with each sensual movement, she drops her hand slowly until it is resting firmly on my ass.

The touch sends a wave of warmth to my core, and what was lying firmly in place only but a second ago now finds itself firmly out of control. The moment she feels my pulsating erection pressing into her thigh, she pushes herself into me even closer.

“Fuck, Emma, don’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because you are going to make me want to do more than kiss you.”

That wandering hand leaves my back and finds itself against that very place that is aching for just this…her touch. The moment she slides the palm of her hand over the throbbing bulge, my body completely surrenders.

“Emma…you…are…”

“Ssshhh, Lieutenant, just kiss me.”

I push myself deeper into her touch and let my lips take her. She tastes like hints of coffee and vanilla. But god, I cannot get over her touch. Fuck her lips, her hands. If it were not for this goddamn vest, then that top would be on the floor. My mind wanders.

Then in a second of an instant, she spins me around and drives me back into the corner where I had her so firmly in place. Her lips seek the comfort of mine. She slides her tongue over my bottom lip and then softly nibbles.

My body screams, and that throbbing aches.

She pushes her thighs into my erection in slow, agonizing gyrating circles, sending me close to the brink of falling into an abyss.

“Emma, you are playing with fire.”

“I have already been burned; you might as well let me play.”

“God, I want you to play, but we can’t do it here.”

“Just for a second, let me just feel you for a second longer.”

Her lips seek mine once more; this time, she does not play; she takes. She slides her tongue through the seems of my lips in slow elegance. Then she conquers. With deep and long strokes, we entwine and move in a torturous slow but perfect rhythm.

Yet, she keeps the steady grip she has on my erection. She is rubbing her palm over the ridges of my hard length; her fingers wrap around every inch of my throbbing shaft; she is taking what she can through the layers of my pants. Fuck! I wish that she can take them off.

She is raising me to a limit, and if she goes on for but a second further, then I am going to let go.

“Fuck! You need to stop.”

“Just one more minute.”

“No, we need to get back. We have been gone for far too long.”

With that, she lets her hand slip away from me, and do I wish that she did not have to. But I am so close, not only in taking her but in losing every inch of control.

I think that she has just opened that box.

So after a few frustrating minutes, we make our way back to the boys that, strangely, are not all back at the Humvees yet. Well, at least they would not have waited for us, knowing what we probably did inside that room that was far too hot than what this body can handle.

As wet step into the Humvee again, I cannot stop taking my eyes off her. Well, in fact, that fucking tight ass that she is so elegantly swaying in front of me. But…I do not take note of my surroundings.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

And…

It all goes black…