Perfect Soldier: The Complete Story (5-Part BBW Military Romance Novel) (4 page)

Chapter
Eight

Colton

I was gentle with her at first, showering her body
with kisses before that first thrust inside her. Her pussy so wet, but also so
incredibly tight. Hearing her soft moans, I knew I had to go slowly, to give
her the patient, soft thrusts that would build her to climax. But I could
hardly help myself, and the moment she told me I could go harder I started
stroking fast and deep.

I thrust my cock inside her as deep as it could go,
holding myself inside her, feeling her gyrating, pushing herself onto my
throbbing dick. She was loving it, loving the passionate fury of this hot fuck.
She liked it rough, but only with the right man. And I was the right man
tonight, with my hands clasped around her hips, sliding down to that
voluptuous, heartbreaking ass of her. I grabbed two handfuls and gave her a
hard thrust letting her know just how into her I was.

Each stroke was absolute perfection. I wanted more
and more of her, and every movement of my body let her know the depth of the
desire I felt. One couldn’t have a woman like this only one time and feel
satisfied; was it too soon to tell her that I wanted to do this again? That I
wanted to plan our next sex romp even before the first one was over? Maybe I
was crazy to think about that right now with my cock plunged deep inside that
tight, dripping-wet pussy. But the thing was that I didn’t want this to end…
ever.

I squeezed her ass even tighter with that thought,
my cock still throbbing as I thrust in and out of her. Clutching at her breast,
I brought my head down and sucked slightly on the nipple. Such a gorgeous,
gorgeous girl. And yet she knew how to fuck. She was absolutely great. That
body sent my blood boiling, and now here we were, the weather outside hinting
at the beginning of winter while inside we were working up a sweat on the couch
of her apartment.

I hadn’t fucked like this is a long time. I’d never
had sex like this before, never wanted a woman so damn much in my entire life.
She awoke something inside me that was difficult to put a name on. It wasn’t
just lust, it was beyond that, insatiable, yet perfect at the same time. Those
killer curves I thought to myself. She’d put a damn spell on me with them.

Turning her over on the couch I lifted her up by the
hips, propping that voluptuous ass up in the air while she arched her back. She
liked it like this, liked me putting her in various positions, no questions
asked, only a breathy moan or a deep groan exchanged here and there, panting
now and again, our bodies so worked up by the touch of the other.

She wiggled that ass in front of me as if to tease,
sending those curves bouncing around, rolling that ass like some kind of sexy
dancer. Was she trying to make me come right here and now? The mere site
practically sent an orgasm shooting out of me. I gave her ass a playful slap
that sent her wiggling again. I closed my eyes. A man doesn’t deserve to be
this lucky, I thought.

Then I grabbed those hips and thrust back inside of
her, parting the soft, swollen skin of her lips to get to the wet sweetness
inside. One taste could never be enough, I thought to myself again. Pulling her
into me, I pummeled her from behind, her curvy body rubbing up against mine,
her big ass shaking with the momentum of the hardest thrusts I could manage,
slapping up against the skin of my thighs. There wasn’t a damn thing I wouldn’t
do for another night like this.

But the sight of her ass shaking, the feeling of
those supple, gorgeous tits as I clutched them from behind, that tight, wet,
perfect pussy that I thrust in and out of… they were all too much for me. I
could feel my climax coming on, but I wanted to please her, too.

I reached down and started playing with her clit as
I continued thrusting. Every stroke became shorter and more purposeful, I was
going faster and faster and faster. She was begging for it now, asking me to
come inside her, to give it to her rough and leave it in until I’d drained
myself of my sticky-hot seed. It was that dirty talk that sent me over the
edge, that let me know she was just as into me as I was into her.

I could hear her moaning, louder now than before.
She was coming, her body shaking with the pleasure. Perfect timing. I let loose
my load inside her. I hadn’t had sex in so long, and I could feel my big load
filling her up as I held her by the hips, keeping my throbbing member deep
inside as I heard her gasps of pleasure. I fell into her, hugging her from
behind, my cock still inside. I didn’t want to pull out. As soon as I did, it
might all be over, the dream, the fantasy of this orgasmic night.

Chapter
Nine

Catherine

The moment I felt Colt bust inside me, his load hot
and sticky as it lined my tight, little pussy, a second wave of orgasm overtook
my body. That was it for me – I was done for, absolutely exhausted. Those
blissful moments had sent my heart racing, and now they sent me collapsing down
onto the couch, my face pushed against the cushions as I moaned. I tried to
speak, but my words were incomprehensible. What could I possibly say right now
to express how I felt, to catalog the sensations that pulsed in my body?

Colt leaned down on top of me, his broad chest
touching the skin of my back, small wisps of his chest hair brushing against my
soft skin. His cock was still inside me, and that hot cum warmed me up, made me
feel a still-burning desire that emanated from the very core of my body.
Enormous and sticky, it was just what I needed right now.

All the stress of the day had burned away long ago.
It seemed like such a distant past at this point. Colt brought with him a
different world, one where time slowed down, where pleasures were intensified
and the senses were heightened. I could smell his musk, something I knew for
sure I would remember from this night. But was there more to come?

I wondered about that for a while, lying silently
there on the couch, Colt’s body still on top of me, his hands massaging my leg
as he whispered sweetness into my ear. Of course he would be staying the night,
I could tell that much. The way we both enjoyed ourselves, I presumed he’d want
a second go in the morning. Was this just a one night stand?

Maneuvering my body, I turned around to look up at
Colt. He held his eyes to mine, looking inquisitively, as if he knew I was
about to ask a question, as if he knew
exactly
which question was on my
mind. As I began to speak, he interrupted me.

“Yes,” he said.

“Yes, what?” I asked.

I was on unsteady ground here and didn’t want to play
my hand too loosely.

“I want to do this again. I want to do this every
night.”

“I do, too. But listen, I’m just not the type who
hooks up,” I said.

Colt got up from the couch, taking my hand and
lifting me up as well.

“This is a conversation for the bedroom, I think,”
he said.

I led him there, wiggling my ass a bit as I walked
down the hallway. I knew he liked that based on the sounds he’d made earlier. I
wanted to offer him every temptation, everything he wanted and needed to
convince him that he should stay awhile, figure out where all of this was
going.

Once we got to the bedroom, I led him through the
dark to the bed and we collapsed backwards, falling on the bed together and
turning to face each other. Colt brought me in for a soft wet kiss, deep and
hot like before, but with a little something extra, some added element that I
couldn’t quite place. But I knew what this meant, it was clear now:
things
had changed from before
. We’d passed on to a new level in our admittedly
brief relationship.

I smiled to myself, knowing by his touch that this
wasn’t just some fling to him. Colt tried to speak again, but I put a finger to
his lips, then gave him another kiss.

“We don’t have to talk about it tonight,” I said
softly. “We’ve got plenty of time for that after you get back from your trip.”

“My trip?” asked Colt.

“To Vegas,” I said.

“Oh, ha, I forgot about that. It hardly seems to
matter now. I know where I want to be. Vegas can’t be half as exciting as
that,” he said, nodding towards the living room and giving my ass a pinch.

I laughed, snuggling up into him and letting him put
those big arms around me again, pulling me closer.

“Oh, a couple days in Vegas and you’ll forget all
about me,” I said playfully.

“Not a damn chance,” said Colt.

And I knew he meant it.

Chapter
One

Catherine

When I woke up late the next morning, I was pleased
to find Colt still beside me. Part of me had wondered whether he’d silently
sneak out the door, having second thoughts about what we were getting ourselves
into. And if I’d woken up in an empty bed, could I have considered last night
anything more than a dream?

It seemed like a dream, the way Colt had ravaged my
body, making me swoon with that gigantic cock of his. Never mind the fact that
none of that had happened in the bedroom; we’d been too turned on to even make
it past the couch in my living room. But I didn’t mind. I liked the
spontaneity, I liked being with a man who couldn’t resist my body, who couldn’t
hold himself back once we’d entered that moment of sexual rapture.

His body stirred next to me and I sidled myself
closer to him, feeling his warmth as he lay there in contented slumber. I
watched the light of the morning sun stream in through the window, dancing
along the hard lines of his biceps, those tanned muscles, a product of long
hours drilling in the desert. He was strong. Powerful.

I grazed my hand on his shoulder, dragging it slowly
down his arm, the soft skin of my fingers just barely touching him. I didn’t
want to disturb him as he slept there. He looked like he could use some rest.
How many days had he been back in the U.S.? Two? Three? I wasn’t sure, but I
knew it had been a long flight from Kabul. From Kabul, to Berlin, to London,
and then home. What was that like? I had no idea. I hadn’t even been to
California, and so could only imagine the world he knew outside.

But he said he liked it here, that it felt good to
be back. This wasn’t technically his home; his home was just outside Austin,
TX. He was here in Oklahoma, traveling with two of his Army buddies. These were
men he’d die for – he’d told me so straight to my face. There was a bond
between them that was hard to understand for civilians. It was a bond forged by
the fact that sooner or later, they’d all be called on again, to fly back overseas
to fight once more.

They would fly back to London, to Berlin, and then
on to Kabul. Once they reached Kabul, they would be driven in armored vehicles
to the more remote provinces of Afghanistan, the more dangerous ones. Or
perhaps they would be flown in by helicopter. I didn’t know for sure. I didn’t
know much about Colt’s life over there in the desert. We’d only just met last
night, after all.

All the same, this wasn’t home to Colt. He was
travelling right now, just passing the time. He had plans to go to Las Vegas
with Tyson and Garrett, his friends from the military. I started to get the
impression that maybe there wasn’t much back in Texas for Colt to go home to.
What did he have there? Parents? Friends?  He never told me.

He hadn’t told me much at all about this area of his
life, but it was an area I was keenly interested in. I wanted to know if there
was something back in Austin that would sooner or later pull him away from me.
Sure, we’d only spent the night together, but there was something more building
beneath the surface. This wasn’t just a hookup, a night of brief and finite
passion between two strangers. There was something deeper here. Maybe that was
crazy to say after so little time, but sometimes you can tell right away. That
was the feeling I had with Colt.

I felt his body stir next to me. I reached a hand up
and started stroking his head, the short, cropped haircut, smooth yet spiky all
at once. I love that feeling, though I don’t exactly know why. Suddenly his
eyes opened, and he looked at me, a smile stretching across his face. His hand
glided down my arm, then onto my leg. He moved it up and down slowly, saying
nothing.

Then he gave my ass a squeeze and winked. I knew
exactly what was on his mind now…

***

About thirty minutes later, we lay back down, side
by side. Panting, our bodies sweaty and exhausted, I leaned over and gave him a
small kiss on the cheek. Even better than before, I kept thinking to myself. I
didn’t realize that was even possible.

We were getting to know each other’s bodies better,
the subtleties, the curves, lines and textures. We were a perfect fit, at least
in this regard. It was almost innate, this instinct for pleasure, knowing
exactly what the other wanted, and when they wanted it. This time was different
than before, the buildup slower, but burning brighter as we burst into
simultaneous orgasm. He’d come inside me again, an act I found delightfully hot
and deliciously naughty.

We lay there for a while, feeling tired, but
contented. I could have laid in bed all day with him, sharing silent, secret
looks, little gestures of intimacy only known between two people absolutely
enamored of each other. Infatuation, I suppose, was what it was called at this
point.

But we didn’t have all day. I was heading into the
bar at 4:00 PM this afternoon, and Colt would be busy with Tyson and Garrett,
rounding up everything they needed as they got ready to head out for a wild
week in Las Vegas. Not too wild, I hoped. Part of me was a bit nervous. I
didn’t like Colt leaving so soon. Would he have such a good time in Vegas he’d
forget about me? And what about other women, were they in play, too?

Granted, Colt and I didn’t have anything exclusive.
How could I have such a claim on a man like him in such a short time? But I
didn’t like the thought of him with any other girls but me. As we lay there, I
thought about saying so. Maybe it would be good to get my feelings out in the
open. Ultimately, I thought better of it. I got up and fetched Colt a towel so
he could take a shower while I made breakfast, just some simple fried eggs,
toast, and coffee. A little bacon on the side.

Colt came out about fifteen minutes later, buttoning
up his shirt as he walked into the kitchen. I placed a steaming hot plate down
in front of him, before grabbing my own and sitting down across from him.

“You have any salsa?” he asked.

“Salsa?” I asked, as if confused by the word.

“Yes, Salsa. For the eggs.”

“You eat salsa with eggs?” I asked skeptically.

“Yup. Guess that’s the Texas boy in me,” replied
Colt with a wink.

“I think I have some, let me check,” I said, getting
up to go rummage through the fridge.

I found a nearly untouched jar in the side door next
to some hot sauce. I figured Colt might like that, too, so I brought that over
as well.

“Ahh,” said Colt, eyeing the bottle of hot sauce in
my left hand. “A woman after my own heart.”

I sat down again and we started eating, not saying
much of anything to each other. But it was pleasant, not awkward or
uncomfortable. Colt was easy to be around. Yet deep in the back of my mind I
still had that nagging feeling of uneasiness, the uncertainty of not knowing
where I stood with him.

I stopped eating, dropping my fork and putting down
my cup of coffee as I looked up at him. Colt could tell something was up, and I
saw him searching my eyes expectantly, wondering what I was about to say next
to breach the silence that had just built up around us.

“Colt, I---”

The truth was I had no idea how to phrase what I was
thinking without sounding stupidly needy and clingy. I didn’t want to push him
away, but I also couldn’t stand going on without knowing what the future might
hold, without some semblance of certainty. I took a deep breath and tried to
calm my nerves slightly, trying to keep my inquiry more casual.

“What happens after Vegas?” I asked, point blank.

“What do you mean?” asked Colt, short with his words
as usual.

“I mean, what are your plans? Where are you going?”

“I don’t know. I hadn’t thought much about it. I
figured I’d head back to Austin, but…”

“But what?”

“Things change.”

“How do they change?”

“New events, new circumstances. Different things to
consider that weren’t relevant before.”

“Like what?”

“Like this,” he said, gesturing toward the room
around us.

“My kitchen? My living room?”

“Don’t be coy,” he said. “I think you know how I
feel about last night.”

“No, I truly don’t.”

“I think you do. I think you just want to hear me
say it,” he said with a wink.

“Well, so what? Maybe I do,” I said, a little
embarrassed at how transparent my motives appeared to him.

“So you want me to be the one to take the risk? You
want me to be the one to say you want to keep this going, to see where it
leads?”

“Yes,” I said, staring him directly in the eyes.

“I want to keep this going, see where it leads.”

“Good, me too.”

“I thought so.”

“But how does that work?” I asked.

“We can discuss it after Vegas. I’ll be coming back
here of course. We’ll talk about it then.”

“Alright, that’s fair.”