The Soldier Next Door

We have not been able to find Emma, but as per news from Matty, they have found Mark. Between the three of them, they came up with a plan to wrong the people whom they believe that wrong them. Well, what one hell of a wicked plan, if you may ask me.

Now the last time I have spoken to Ana, she was still very much taken aback by the great ordeal that has happened to her.

Well, today I have a surprise for her. It took a lot of string, but I finally got the big man at the top to let me step away for but a brief moment. Now nobody expects me to know, of course, for I know that my dear mother can not keep her dear old mouth any more quiet than Maggie.

So it is with very hesitant steps that I finally step in front of the door that I have a grave to be for too many nights now.

But from inside, I only hear her grunt and curse underneath her breath, “I told you goddam people that I do not have anything else to say.”

With a rather loud huff and a somewhat scary thud, she swings that door open that I nearly think that it would slam me straight into my face.

“Ethan, what are you doing here?”

“I see you are kind of busy; I can always come back later.”

She immediately flings her will all arms and legs around my body and squeezes as hard as she possibly can, just to make sure that it is indeed me that it is that she is holding in her hands.”

“How is this possible?”

“I got some leave to come to see if you are okay, but by the amount of ice cream wrappers and an overabundance of fizzy cold drink, you seem well on the way to a sugar rush. Now, are you inviting me in, or are we standing and staring at each other outside your for the next two days.”

…Ana POV…

I think I am surely on some sugar rush and have fallen into some bad and awkward dream. Well, not truly awkward because there is nothing more than what I have wanted for all these months and months not.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Ethan is standing in front of me, looking all goddamn hot and making me rather bothered under cover of her. Is this what these Marines do, buff themselves into some ultimate machine. Well, I am glad my ultimate machine has made his way to my rescue, which once again proves to me that no matter what, that he loves me more than anything else.

He tips his lips down as I tip my lips up. He holds me by the back of my head, then slides his hands down. He touches me only with his lips and with his hand at the nape of my neck. And then, without hesitation, he kisses me.

At first, his lips are gentle, exquisitely careful, as if he feared he was bruising me. The sweet taste of his lips melts onto mine as his mouth settles more firmly, insisting and begging for more. Unable to resist, my lips part to allow him passage, the tip of his tongue slides past my teeth in silken strokes of exploration.

He strokes the slick insides of my cheeks. He has never kissed me like this before; it is as if he was feeding on me, feeding on my rising passion and that hidden carnal desire. I was way dizzily from his kiss and clutched my arms around his hard neck.

If only he would hold me tighter and lock his full length against me, but he still touches me only with his one hand and consumes my mouth with patient hunger. He is holding the force of his passion so securely in check.

My hands flutter to the sides of his face, stroking the bristle of his cheeks and jaw. He makes a quiet moan in his throat. Suddenly he takes hold of my shoulders and eases me away from his body. My gaze locks with his in a moment of searing wonder. He looks at me as if he could beat me with his gaze as if he wanted to possess every inch of my body and every flicker of my soul. The stillness is broken only by our panting breaths, “I love you, Ana, let us never ever do this again.”

Pulling Ethan into a hug, tears start flowing down both of our pained faces. His hug is not gentle this time; a gentle hug still gives me space to breathe; this hug is strong, this hug is stronger than anything I’ve ever known; it tells me everything that I am to him, body, mind, and soul. I love both of his hugs; the one is like a duvet that folds around my body, the other a shield that holds and protects my heart

I wrap my arm even longer around Ethan. This gesture seems to feel something deep inside him that has been dormant for weeks. With only a split second to spare, he kicks the door close behind us and pins me against the very same door. And then he kisses me, injecting his passion into my mouth, his mouth playing with my lower lip. He pushes me further into the door, our bodies even closer; he is kissing slowly and biting gently, savoring every inch of my flavor.

With his hands landing on my tiny waist, he takes both my hands and pins them above my head; he continues to kiss me with such intensity until it makes me moan. Using only one hand to keep me pinned, he slides the other up my thigh, his talented fingers gliding between my legs. Much to his delight, he discovers there are no panties to remove; his fingers find the source of the wetness between my shapely legs.

He teases me as he circles my clit; he slips a finger inside and massages my most inner sensitive walls. My body shudders as he grinds deeper into me. He gets such deep satisfaction to feel the power he has over me; he lives to make me gasp. My mind is blank with desire. I feel his erection pumping between my thighs, his hunger growing stronger

Hold onto him tightly. Gently placing a kiss on the top of my head, he draws me even closer to his body. I nuzzle my head into his neck, smelling his spicy cologne and the fresh smell of his shampoo on his hair. Feeling content and happy in his arms, I wrap my legs around his own. The rhythmic beat of his heart gently pushes me towards a peaceful sleep.

I wake up a few hours later to find he is not in bed. Then he comes out of the bathroom; he is naked; I forgot he sleeps without any clothes. His body looks even more toned since the last time I saw him naked; he is tight in places I did not even know existed. Every sculpted muscle is flowing into the next. His skin is glowing in the moonlight; it is soft and supple. His messy hair frames a flawless face

As he says these words, he reaches out and holds me gently by the shoulders. The way his hand is sliding down my arm is all too much; my body whimpers and begs to betouch. I feel a sharp bolt shoot straight through my heart, knowing that he will not give me anything more than the simplest touch.

My hand reaches out and pulls him in by the neck. He jerks at first, but then he allows himself to give in; the thought of his naked body fuels the raging fire within me; my body consumes him. It’s not his lips that I reach for; my tongue finds its way to the sensitive part below his ear. The growl escaping his chest awakens an even greater longing for his body and soul.

My arms clasp around his neck as I need to have his body closer; I need so many things from his body. The touch of his skin against my tongue sends a fiery passion throughout my core. I cannot keep my self-control any longer, my mouth finds his lip, and I prepare to take him, take every bit that he tells me that I can have

I beg him to let me in just for the slightest bit of a moment, and he does. There is an urgency to find the seams of his lips and slide my tongue through. This time I don’t suck his tongue; I don’t lock and intertwine; I possess and make it mine. It’s like a battle raging in his mouth as my every stroke at the insides of his mouth is aimed to make his body quiver in response. Somehow just sucking and nibbling is not enough; devouring and controlling drives the passion of my tongue in and out of him

My hands unlock behind his neck, and they are moving all over. First down his shoulders, then down his chest, I can feel his heart pounding beneath his flesh. Somehow this sends my blood racing, and I move further down to his waist. He freezes, and for a moment, there he stops breathing; my hand reaches between his thighs, finding his hard erection. With my palm wrapped around, I start giving him gently even strokes, and an even deeper growl escapes his body.

Completely lost in ecstasy, my movements become faster, keeping the same firmness as before. Our eyes meet, I can see the pained expression in his eyes, but I continue rubbing. My lips meet his once more as I maintain a perfect balance between kissing and stroking him. The heat is rising in both our bodies, the desire to unleash equally the same.

Then what I fear would happen happens, he pulls away, “I don’t know if I can do this.”