The Soldier Next Door

On my ass, in the mud.

That is what you get if you stare at a woman’s hips and do not look where you are going.

Was it worth it? Well, my fucked up leg might tell you otherwise, but yes, I think I got in a full eye’s view.

So with a very much bruised and most definitely blistered leg, I get into the Humvee. Now, I don’t know by the smile on her face if she is amused or slightly concerned.

But the moment she leans forward and places her delicate fingers on the top of my prosthetic leg, she softly whispers, “Ethan, are you okay?”

“We will see as soon as we get back. But yes, next time, refrain from swaying that ass so much.”

She only but bursts out in laughter, the rest of the Humvee only but whimper little chuckles underneath their breath. But the moment that Gibbs tries to even utter, I give him one full slap against his head.

“Get us out of here before I slap you even harder.”

“Well, Lieutenant, are you sure you don’t want to make a bigger fool of yourself.”

“I know who is going to look like a fool when he gives me fifty; wait, let us make that three sets of fifty.”Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“Ah, that is a breeze, but yes, Lewis, get us out of here. This mud is driving me to shit.”

With that, we turn the Humvee around and make our way slowly back to camp. Now, I can feel by the throbbing in my stump that I hurt my leg like beyond tomorrow’s shit. I sure have done it this time. I was just about to take that step inside the Humvee when my one foot slipped, and I spectacularly fell with my ass in the mud. I can be glad I did not fall on my face smack bang first into the floor of the Humvee.

Ya, this woman is distracting.

And it is with a very distracting mind that we finally get to the camp. I, of course, refuse to go to the nurse’s tent and make the way to my own. Once I am inside, I go to work at removing my body armor. My body slightly shudders as the cold creeps underneath my wet shirt. With somewhat freezing hands, I scrunch the edges of it together and lift it over my head. I drop the wet piece of cloth into a bundle on the floor and make my way closer to the side of my bed.

But, just as I am loosening my buckle, I feel the incredible pain shoot from the base of my stump to my core. I cringe for but a brief moment and shove my wet, muddy pants over my ass, dropping it in one sweep movement down my legs.

I sit down with my back facing the door; as I take in a deep breath, I relax my leg and feel the pain shoot through my body once again. I softly whisper, “You damn idiot Ethan.” I look down with a mind filled with emotions at my leg, holding it gently in my hands. Then I press the depress release button of my prosthesis. Gently but slowly, I move it just a little from the remaining part of my leg and release the button.

As I roll the liner and my sock from the stump, I am soon faced with the damage my little stunt has done. Not as bad as I thought, just a few rough red bruises.

Next, I feel a gentle tuck at my hair; I know it is her, I can smell her sweet perfume. But before I can spin around to face her, she rubs her soft lips against the back of my neck. It sends tiny ripples against my spine. Then she takes my chin and turns my face to meet her eyes. My body melts as I look at her beautiful face.

With nothing but a stutter, I whisper, “Emma, what are you doing?”

“Making your leg feel better.”

“We can’t, Emma.”

“Ssshhh, Lieutenant.”

She kisses me gently, carefully, but it is not gentleness that I want. I knot my fists in her shirt and pull her closer. She softly moans. Then her arms circle my waist; her skin lays hot and heavy against me. She is melting.

After a few moments of silence, she kisses me again. It feels as if lightning strikes and the sky breaks open. She steals my breath away and gives it back.

She looks drops her head slowly and stops me from trying to hide my stump, “Don’t, don’t ever be shy for me.”

My breath hitch and my body numbs as she gently moves her hands closer. The sensations that I feel as she runs her delicate fingers over the tip, it sends a flush of heat to my core. She makes me believe that touching me so deeply that she desires to be with me in more ways than just the craving that flesh brings.

She makes me feel, when she touches me, when she caresses the edge of my stump, which has defined me as a man, she makes me feel when she touches me so deeply that she accepts that I am more than enough of what she needs.

Then I flip her over. I lock my hands around her wrists and pin them about her head. She squirms and tries to release herself from my firm grip, but I am far stronger. I can see it is driving her crazy, and it flames the desire to take her.

“This is for torturing me with those hips.”

I lean in and kiss her, soft, slow; then I completely devour her. With my free hand, I start pulling up her shirt, pushing her bra cups to the side to expose her breasts. My god, she is firm but yet so soft. As I gently begin to caress them, she leans deeper into my touch. Her body is squirming as she quivers.

As I let go of her hands, she grabs my hair and yanks me closer, taking my lips for hers to taste.

Laying between her legs, I softly lay my lips against her erect nipples. My warm breath is lying hot against her bare skin. I tease each of her nipples until they are glistening and standing at complete erection.

I want her.

I can feel the rush of arousal build up in my core. Strong lust and simple desire take control of my body and mind.

Then my tongue trails down to her belly, I run it over her navel. Tasting every inch of her glorious body. Moving down toward the elastic of her panties.

I slowly start to undo the button of her pants; I feel as her body shudders at the anticipation. Then I slip her pants over her that tight ass and cup them in my hands.

She gasps as I move my fingers down between the fabric of her panties and her hot, burning skin. She runs her hands through my thick dark brown hair; I growl deep from my chest and whisper.

“I want to be inside of you.”

I can barely finish my sentence, and her lips crash against mine. Her soft lips move against mine. Then she kisses me hard.

“Oh god, Emma,” I moan into her mouth as her tongue grazes mine.

I lose myself completely in the kiss, in the moment. I can feel her panties are getting completely soaked.

Then I gently ease her legs apart and slip my fingers between her damp folds and slide my finger deep into her wetness. My thumb surrounds her sweet spot in a perfect rhythm. I watch as her eyes roll back in her head.

“That is it, Emma. Enjoy it.”

I twist and turn my finger; then, I stop my delicious rotation.

“Ethan, please don’t stop.”

I drive inside her once again. I nip and tease her nipple until they are standing hard at attention. I can feel her thighs and belly tense. Her body quivers.

Then I stop again.

“God, Ethan, please.”

Then I drive my finger deep into her wetness. Thrusting once, twice, three times. I feel her muscles contract, and she pushes against my hand. She shudders against me in a long high pitched orgasm. I feel her legs are quaking. As she finally slows, I look up at her face and see her face glowing.

I drop down next to her on the small single bed. She is still gasping for air, but yet she is smiling. And I am smiling too. There is nothing more I want than take her, but I have a briefing in ten minutes. And god, let us hope that no one heard her moans.

But I will take her; we have another four months to go that I can keep on taking her still.

Just as I am about to get up to dress into dry clothes, my cellphone rings. As I reach on over, I am surprised to see who is calling.

Now, do I answer?

Or just let it go to voicemail?

So as Emma disappears out of the tent unnoticed, I decide, much against my better judgment, to answer.

“Hi, Ana.”