The Soldier Next Door

Fate is what takes you down that road you ever so often avoid taking. Take, for instance, just sitting on a rock and minding your own business before a complete stranger appears out of nowhere. At the time, I had no idea that it was where I was supposed to be with whom I am meant to be, doing what I should be doing… falling in love.

I wish I could have blamed gravity, but the truth was I fell in love. I fell deeper and deeper until I reached the deepest point. In the middle of all my chaos, there she was. You can call it destiny, or you can call it fate; the point is you will fall in love with the most unexpected person at the most unexpected time.

Now that unexpected love has brought us to this point where both our lives, our love, and our future depend on what will happen in the next minute. 

But I am frightened.

“Boo, is this what you really want? I thought that you wanted it to be a surprise?”

She looks at me from underneath her thick eyelashes, “I can’t make my mind up anymore. There are parts of me that want, and there are that don’t.”

And it is with this that I see the door of possibilities open, we can plan properly, we know what we would be expecting and not be caught by surprise. I am, after all, a man who plans every step that he takes. I would like to see where I am going and how I am going to get there. Some say live life on a daily basis; I say there is no room for surprises and unexpected things.

So I guess, “I say, let us do it. Let us take that leap and complete our family before it has even started.”

“Are you sure, soldier? Won’t you feel disappointed if it is not a boy?”

“Boo, girls can be Marines too.”

And just as she is about to slap me against this head that has been slapped way too many times, I softly lace my fingers in her hand and lead her to the lounge. I pull her against the depths of my chest. I take in a deep breath and press her even deeper. “Boo, we can do this.”

Instead of answering, she reaches out to me, putting her small, warm hand on the back of my neck. Then she kisses me, first lightly, then more urgent. Her hips are tilted against mine; her breasts are against my chest; her whole body is sending a message that is undeniable.

Then she nibbles my ear, touching my face softly with her fingertips, and she whispers, “I know we can, soldier.”

While I take a seat on the couch, I cannot help keep in my laughter as she struggles to take off her jersey. Watching as her hands travel up her body while she tries to lift it over her head, I see her exposed skin.

“Boo, let me help you.”

Just the idea of seeing her naked has my heart racing, and it feels that I might have a heart attack. Every one of my senses is heightened.

I continue to peel her out of her clothes until she is only wearing her bra and panties. They are a dark pink matching set, made mostly of sheer lace. As I sit down, she places both her hands on my legs and lowers herself onto my lap, grazing my cock with her lace-covered ass.

My restraint snaps, and I wrap one arm around her waist and one around her chest, slipping my fingers under the lace of her bra to find her nipple. My grip tightens, molding her onto my torso, and I press my lips to her shoulder. My hips jerk, pressing my erection onto her lace bottoms.

“You knew this was going to happen.” I ran my tongue across her shoulder blade.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She kisses my lips and begins to trail kisses down my body.

“The matching sexy underwear…”

“Are they sexy?” She is on her knees between my thighs, tugging my pants down. 

“They are.” I lace my fingers behind my head, not wanting to risk doing anything to make her stop. “And you shaved.” 

She pauses and looks up at me through her lashes. She shrugs and wraps her hand around my erection, moving it up and down in slow strokes. I groan and lean back.

She smiles at me, “Ssshhh, soldier.”

She glances up at me once again, and she can see the arousal in my eyes as I stare down at her. I pull her hair slightly and urge her on. I press her down over the bulge of my shaft, and she comes down over me, finding the very things that her lips are seeking for. By the time that she gently bites at me, I can see her starving for me.

“Slow down, boo,” I softly whisper at her as she takes me into her mouth and pulse just below my head, applying a hard pressure against her rigid tone and lips sucking hungrily. She looks up at me, and I say softly again, “We have all the time in the world.”

And, I can feel her sexual hunger, a pure, untainted desire to give me pleasure. But there is more; there is something more that I can sense. Her submission to my desire sparked her own arousal.

I watch as she wets my entire erection with her pink tongue, “Boo, god, I am want to fuck you.” Her velvety dark eyes are shining as she meets my eyes again. I winch in pleasure and throw my head back against the chair. I groan as she sucks me deep, and her throat tightens around my tip. Agonizing pleasure seizes me. I want her.

Her small hand fists me tight as I grunt in pleasure; my need for her is roaring in my veins. Through the blur of my raging lust, her head is bobbing hard over my lap, the friction of her taut lips is slowly sending me into oblivion as the pumping fist is killing me.

Then I feel that familiar tingling in my balls; I urge her to go even harder. “Fuck, I am going to cum.” Yet, she pumps even harder than before.

I gasp at the sensation of her taking me deep once again, and my entire body begins to shudder.

“Aaahhh, fuck Ana, I am cuming.” The pleasure continues to wreck through my body as I cum over her tongue.

She looks up at me with a satisfied smile. Then, I consume her mouth like a fire, my sleek tongue stroking the insides of her mouth, curling and entwining with her own. She lifts her body from between my legs, and I lay her down on the couch. She lets out a soft whimper. 

“Ssshhh boo,” pulling her face-to-face again, I slide my hands between her legs, positioning my fingers and thumb. I nuzzle against her, my lips on her neck, nibbling and kissing her way up to her earlobe. 

“God, soldier.” 

She sighs as I work my fingers against her slick seam, and in an instant, she loses her pose and loses herself in her own pleasure. I watch as she squeezes her eyes shut and clamps her thighs against my wrist, snapping her hips up before she freezes. All her muscles contract against my fingers. 

I press her back even further on the chair and slide my tongue inside her. She lets out another shattering moan. Every time I hit the perfect spot, she makes the most glorious sounds, raw, intense, absolutely delicious noises of pleasure as I continue to plunder her with my tongue. She grabs my hair to even drive me in further. I keep thrusting into her, crooking my fingers, and hitting that perfect spot over and over again. Her moans become long, and she burst into a high-pitched orgasm for the second time. 

But I am not done. I drive inside to her once again, but this time I kiss and suck and worship every inch of her. I tease each of her nipples until they are hard and standing at attention. My tongue trails her belly, around her navel. Loving her. Tasting her. Moving down again, I meet her sweet clit that is begging for my touch. I swirl and swirl around, drinking her scent, drinking her reaction until I feel her tremble beneath me again. This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

My sex is quivering; our bodies are quivering; there is nothing but tormented desire between us. I love being with her every minute and second of my day, sharing intimate moments, and loving each other in ways that can be described as made in heaven. Pleasing her and making her happy is the only driving force.

As I move to kiss her again, I softly whisper in her ear, “I love you. I love you so goddamn much. Now that was a welcomed distraction, but we are still opening that envelope.”