The Soldier Next Door

Ana is hiding something from me.

She has not been herself, acting rather over-stressed and if I dare to even say it, but she is more edgy and moody than what she normally is.

We are taking Lucas home tomorrow and I can honestly not wait. Though the enthusiasm with Ana seems to be lacking. I am putting it down to her only being nervous.

But there is definitely something up with her.

But putting that aside, we both have not had a decent night’s rest for the past two weeks and from here on end it is not going to get any better.

So while Maggie and my mom are looking after Lucas, Ana and me are going home for a much anticipated rest.

With that, I lace my fingers in hers, and we make our way out of the room. Passing by my father, I only give him one nod, and we make our way down the stairs to the outside of the Hospital. It is with a slight bit of urgency that we find ourselves getting into the car and making the trip home in fair silence.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

As I look over at her, she gives me a shy smile; I feel like a fucking teenager about to have sex for the first time. And god, am I going to fuck the light into the day when I take this god of a woman to my bed.

So with not wasting another single moment, we find our way home in little under twenty minutes. I lead her through the front door, and with an utmost force, I kick it shut behind me as my grabby little paws have found their way all over her tight ass.

So it is in awe as I watch her make elegant strides as she ascends the stairs. She moves every curve to perfect precision; her hips rock from side to side, and it piques my arousal. I have to fight the desire to pull her back and take her right at this very moment

It is as if an animal is awakened inside me; my only desire is to feel every inch of those supple breasts pressed into my hard muscled chest. So I push her back into the very wall behind her. She gasps at my bold move and answers me with a soft moan that comes rolling over her lips. She slowly flicks just enough buttons open to slide that glorious fingers under my tight designer shirt. I shiver as she trails the tips over my rippled abs. Then she slips them between the seams of my pants; my body freezes in anticipation.

I continue to press my leg gently between her own and slight part them; my growing erection is pushing hard into her thighs. My heartbeat is growing faster by the second, my body is burning, and an ever-increasing hunger is beginning to devour every part that wishes to please her.

Then in an instant, my lips come crashing against her soft and sweet ones. It feels like an eternity that they have not been locked in a passionate kiss. And it is without hesitation that I slide my hands over her thighs and gently lift her legs and wrap them around my waist. And as I slide my hand further up her perfect curves, I let my fingers slide over the very part that I desire the most at this very moment.

As we step into the room, I drop her down onto the soft satin sheets and watch as her body disappears between. My fingers roll over her soft thighs and her waist until it reaches the edges of her dress. Slowly I watch as her breasts pop over while I pull her dress down her waist and over her toned legs.

In little than a second, she shreds my clothes, and much to her delight, “Ethan, why are you not wearing any underwear?”

“I think it might have slipped my mind.”

She only but chuckles rather nervously at me as I push her down onto the bed again.

As my face comes down, I lay my lips softly onto hers, and she softly moans.

“Boo, keep on doing that, and I am not going to last five minutes.”

“Oh, soldier, I don’t see you being a five-minute man.”

I clasp her thighs and draw her closer; she arches her body into me, the fire between us twisting and burning, the passion is building, I so want to lose control.

I move my lips against her; I want more, but more of which part of her I cannot say. If I only have her for tonight, then I want every single part I can. So I pull her even closer until there is no space left between trembling bodies; my warm fingers are grasping her waist.

My lips brush against her. She tastes like sweet cotton candy; I can smell the scent of her perfume, her body is covered in hints of vanilla and honey. I want to pull away before I lose myself, but I can’t; I hardly have a moment to react before she presses her tongue to the seams of my lips, and, at my grant of access, she delves inside my mouth. It is like my senses have been seduced, and I can no longer think straight.

Her touch sends warm ripples of shock through my body, thinning the air in my lungs. A weak gasp escapes me. With a fierce hold, I cup the back of her neck and kiss her deeply, gently, and possessive. My fingers twined in her hair, desperate to explore; I pulled her closer.

With fierce and passionate strokes, her tongue entwines with mine. My brain lights on fire, and warmth spreads throughout my entire body. Even if I do not wish to admit it, I am addicted to this woman. I cannot bear being without her, and I can barely breathe when she is around.

This woman in front of me will be my death, but it shall be a death I will happily die.

Then I lean back, grab both her knees and press her thighs open, baring her completely to my gaze.

“You’re beautiful, boo.”

With each word, I move to the edge of the bed, and without warning, I swing her onto my lap. She gasps for air. I can feel her body tremble, and the wetness of her pussy is clinging to my legs.

“God, boo. I don’t even have to touch, and you already feel so fucking wonderful.”

In one brutal thrust, I sit her down on my hard length, filling her so suddenly that she cries out in shock.

“Fuck! Ethan. What happened to foreplay?”

“Boo, I told you I am not going to last five minutes with you.”

She only but chuckles at me.

My hand starts to roam over her back and her ass, on her breasts, rubbing against her nipples until they are hard and erect. My hands are everywhere. I dig my fingers deep into her ass and lift her up, and then I slam into her as I drop her over my erection again.

She is flying, she is spinning, as her pussy hops over my hard length. The hot wave of pleasure rolls over my body as she digs her nails into my shoulders, holding onto me when gravity ceases to exist.

She gasps for air as I slip her over and drop her in one brutal thrust again. Clinging to me as her moans get more strained, she is kissing my neck and my face.

With a whimpered breath, she pleads desperately, “Ethan, fuck, just take me.”

“Ssshhh, boo, I have not even started yet.”

Then I lower my lips to that very spot at the back of her neck and scrape my teeth lightly against her skin. Then I slide my tongue over to her collarbone. The sensations of her skin are sending sparks through my body.

She cries out in agony as I bring my hand between our bucking bodies, pressing my thumb deep into her clit.

“God, boo, you are tight.”

She laces her fingers through my hair, holding on tightly as she starts to moan and squirm the harder I circle.

Then suddenly, I stand up straight, grabbing her under her knees and raising her hips for deeper access. My thrusts are ruthless as I slam into her over and over. Our bodies slap together. My cries grow louder, more desperate, as the pleasure mounts.

I am on fire.

I ache for release.

I stop.

She whimper.

Wordlessly I flip her over, positioning her on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed. My light fingers trace a path down her spine. She shivers. Then I plunge into her, steadying her with hands gripping her hips.

I remain still for a moment, filling her with my full hard erection until she wiggles against me, urging me on. I wrap her long hair around my fist and gently tug her head back, rising up to her knees to meet my mouth in a firm kiss.

Finally, I release her, placing her hands back on the bed. Then slam into her so hard she falls forward onto her elbows. I do it again and again, grunting with force.  I rock harder, still buried deep inside her aching pussy.

There is an ache that starts building in my hips. She curls her fingers into the sheets as she surrenders to all that I am doing to her.

With a few more thrusts, my hips are working faster. In short, fierce strokes, I push us closer and closer until the pressure can no longer be controlled. Soon our breaths become moans, then our cries, then we experience the most exhilarating release while we shatter in each other’s arms. For a brief moment, everything else disappears.

And as I lay down next to her still quivering body, I look in her eyes, “Boo, what is going on?” She does not say a word, leaving me very frustrated that she is lying to me. So I slip from underneath the covers, “Boo, I am just going past Ray quickly.”