The Soldier Next Door

One thing that I have learned with Ana, well, in fact, every woman, is that you need a lot of patience. Now when you ask her what is wrong, she will more than likely tell you nothing. If you are as persistent as me, and you continue to ask her this, she will, by all certainty, lose her temper with you. Then it is a whole new story. For if you ask her why she is upset, she will tell you that she is not.

And so it goes, a whole string of questions and statements that will get you into nothing but trouble. So that is where I left it yesterday before she, Gibbs, and I, finally bid a farewell to my father, who was going to pull through without any hesitation.

Sadly, we all had to return to our lives, as we have been away from normality for three weeks. Gibbs is back waiting for me to get my leg working so that we can go enlist for the Raiders. Matty is still with my mom and dad and will return in a week back to where he needs to be. So all and all, the Hunters are back to normal.

It was a big scare, but we all got through it pretty well. Now, what else is still a scare for me is Ana that is walking around with this expression on her face. I swear the woman looks like she is going to pop a vein in her head. She is on the brink of saying something, but she is just not saying it.

It is fucking frustrating.

So I have had enough.

We are still lying in bed, just about to get up to make breakfast, and me going into the nursery blindly trying to guess if it will be a boy or a girl. And this is where I make my move, she is going to get upset, but frankly, my nerves cannot handle this body anymore.

“Boo, out with it.”

She turns at me rather confused and then gets this wicked smile on her face, “Soldier, you know that we cannot.”

“Boo, if I want to have sex, do you think I would have asked?”

Next, there is a hand that meets the back of my head so hard that it nearly snaps off my neck. But I am not fazed, “What is wrong? And god, if you tell me nothing, then I am throwing you out of this window.”

She only but gasps, and just as the impact comes again, she stops in midair, “What makes you think that something is wrong.”

I wave my finger in front of her face, much to her annoyance, “That. That ‘Ana’ look on your face.”

There is nothing but a rumble of laughter coming from her belly, “I did not know I had an ‘Ana’ look.”

“Boo, you have a lot of ‘Ana’ things. Now you have been sitting with this face for a day, and it is starting to grind my ass and believe me, it is not the grinding that I am after.”

“Well, what if…” She turns her head to face me. Those deep cherry lips are so close to me that with only but one wink, I would claim those lips.

Then with absolute raw desire, I grab that damn peachy ass and pull every inch of her toned body into mine. I hear her gasp as she prepares to push me away, but as she leans into me, she catches a hint of my cologne and eases into me.

She kisses me gently and carefully, but it is not gentleness that I am after. I knot my fist in her hair, and as I pull her closer, she softly moans. Her arms circle my waist; as her skin lays hot and heavy against me, she is melting into my body.

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.

My breath hitch, and my body numb. As she runs her delicate fingers down my spine, the sensations that I feel 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. That she accepts that I am more than enough of what she needs.NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

I lock my hands around her wrists and pin them above 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.

I lean in and kiss her, soft, slow; then I completely devour her. With my free hand, I start to explore her body. My god, she is firm but yet so soft. As I gently begin to caress her, 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.

Fuck 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.

For one brief moment, the words leave my lips in only but a soft whimper, “I want you.”

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.

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

“I want you. 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,” I moan into her mouth as her tongue grazes mine.

I lose myself completely in the kiss, in the moment. My tongue finds the sensitive parts below her ear. The moan that escapes her lips awakens an even greater longing for her body and soul. The touch of her skin against my tongue sends a fiery passion throughout my core. I cannot keep my self-control any longer. It’s like a battle raging inside of me as she makes my body quiver.

Her hands unlock behind my neck, and they are moving all over. First down my shoulders, then down my chest, I can feel my heart pounding beneath my flesh. Her touch sends my blood racing as she moves further down to my waist. My body freezes, and for a moment, I stop breathing, and a growl escapes my lips.

And the very moment that it escapes my lips, I stop.

Fuck.

She slides her hands through my hair and knots her fingers in it; she slowly pulls me closer to her, so close that our lips almost touch. Her sweetness attacks every corner of my senses. Just thinking of letting myself get lost in her sends a pure ache of craving to my very much throbbing erection.

 Her entire body quivers beneath me.

“Fuck, I want you.”

She moans in my ear as her lips tremble, “Then take me.”

I press her back even further on the bed. She lets out another shattering moan. Every time I kiss her deeply, she makes the most glorious sounds, delicious noises of pleasure as I continue to plunder her with my tongue.

Then I stop…yet again.

“Boo, this is not going to get you out of telling me. But nice try, and thank you for the hard-on.”

She only but chuckles at me.

I slowly make my way over to the shower, making agonizingly sure that she catches one last glimpse of me. With one rather satisfied yet still frustrated smirk on my face, I turn the water on before I step in. The water is running down my hair, all over my body. The droplets from the showerhead do nothing but accentuate my strong shoulders, glistening off my arms and trickle down my sculpted chest. I watch as it travels down over my rippled abs and further to my semi-erect length.

I grab a bath sponge and lather it with body wash. I rub it down over my chest…my shoulders…my neck. I slide it over every inch of my toned body. I close my eyes and rinse the shampoo from my hair. Every second, every minute, my body is still raging. I can feel the tension build up; my semi-erect length is now full and throbbing. A throbbing I would love to conquer with.

Once I am done, I wrap a towel around me and head back to my room to get dressed. I slide my toned legs into black pair of jeans, a dark button-up shirt. In precisely twenty minutes, I make my way downstairs.

Then there in the kitchen, Ana is waiting for me with breakfast already made. And this time, that goddamn look on her face is even worse than it was before. So I ignore her ‘look,’ and I slide in next to her, but then that is when I notice it.

There is a white envelope lying on the table; just as I am about to reach for it, she slaps my hand away.

“Boo, okay, seriously. What the fuck is in the envelope now?”

She growls at me and my foul mouth, then, much to my surprise, she takes my hand gently in her, “The Doctor gave me this; he said that we would be able to see the sex of the baby.” I watch as the tears start to tickle the corners of her eyes. “I have not opened it yet. So this is my ‘What is wrong face?’ Do you want to know what our baby is going to be?”