Authors: Christin Lovell
God she felt so damn good. Her slick channel swallowed my cock, caressing me tightly, perfectly.
Her soft curves
were amazing beneath my hard build. Her hard nipples rubbed against my own every time I slid into her. Her hips eagerly met mine on every plunge. As tightly as she gripped me, I was fighting harder not to bruise her. No woman had felt so good.
My groin tightened unbearably as her pussy clenched, compressing my dick.
“Please, Daniel.” Those two words had me ready to take on the world for her.
“What do you need, baby?”
She broke away from my lips, tossing her head back. Her mouth fell into the perfect ‘O’ as a whimper escaped her.
I closed my mouth around her neck,
teasing my tongue over her thumping vein. Her moan squeezed my cock.
I’d been so careful. I didn’t want to be careful with her though. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold back. Everything she did increased my testosterone. I wanted to fuck her hard and senseless.
Her hands clasped my neck, clutching me roughly. “I need more.”
Her voice was a sexy plea with a bit of husk.
“I don’t want to hurt you. I can tell it’s been a while.”
She opened her eyes and stared straight at me. Her eyes glimmered. “You wouldn’t hurt me. I trust you.”
The dam fucking broke. A swell of emotions crashed through me, sending me spiraling.
I thought war would be what broke me. Turns out it was a petite blonde with dangerous curves and unrivaled heart.
“Hold on, sweetie.”
She wrapped her arms around me, never looking away from me. She smiled beautifully until I let loose. Her cries filled the room, surrounding my heart, driving my passion as I pounded in and out of her. Her nails dug painfully into my flesh; it was the only thing that kept me grounded, that kept me from losing myself entirely.
Once I started, I could
n’t stop. Harder, faster, my body craved, my cock demanded more and more of her with each thrust.
Her lips were parted perfectly, framing each pleasure filled sound that
bellowed from her.
I pressed my face in the crook
of her neck, inhaling her as I gave her all of me. Pleasure ripped through my core, shredding the last of my inhibitions. She was my new drug, the one I became addicted to after one try.
Suddenly, my name fell from her lips as her pussy convulsed around my cock, driving up my pleasure, pushing me into a dangerous frenzy, turning me into a desperate
junkie seeking another hit. My movements lost their grace as my conscience slid into darkness. I pounded her pussy; I knew my hands would leave bruises as I drowned in her. I shouted her name as my heat marked her womb, as unimaginable pleasure rocked me, knocked me on my ass. I’d never felt anything so intense, so potent and powerful overtake me. I had no control over it. It was a high, an erotic experience I knew no one else could ever match. Kellie brought out the best in me as she gave me the best.
My breathing was ragged as pleasure continued to singe my groin unapologetically. There was no reprieve. The pleasure
shredded me from the inside out, had my head spinning, my mind blanking, lost in the dense hedonism that owned me in that moment.
My movements slowed as I came down from my high. I feathered her upper body with kisses, unable to pull myself from her.
Her petite hands cupped my face; she aggressively pulled me to her and took my lips. This time I allowed her to own the kiss. Our chests collided roughly with each staggering breath. I couldn’t stop touching her. She was mine. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I’d always known it. Kellie’s letter wasn’t the first I’d received. People sent general letters to soldiers all the time. I’d received one on every tour I’d completed, but Kellie’s was the only one I’d responded to. There was something about hers that compelled me; the woman herself compelled me. The army may have owned me on paper, but I was all hers.
Breaking away, I pulled her against me as I rolled onto my side. Her hands glided down to rest on my chest, ironically over the heart she owned.
Sweeping a few stray hairs away from her face, I brushed my lips gently across hers one last time. I opened my eyes to gaze into hers. I knew she needed that level of intimacy, that degree of reassurance. “I love you, Kellie.”
She cast her gaze away, smiling timidly. Leaning in, she kissed my chest. “And I love you, Sergeant.”
I knew I wore a goofy grin, the type of grin that would have every soldier in my platoon ragging on me for months. I didn’t care though. That’s how gone I was. I didn’t give a shit about what they thought. The only person who mattered now was Kellie.
She returned my smile easily. She kissed my jaw, giving me a hug. “You must be tired. Why don’t you take a nap while I finish baking?”
“Sweetie, I’m used to going up to forty-eight hours without sleep. The only thing I want right now is to hold you.”
I felt her smile against me
. “I think I can handle that.”
tone had a bit of bark to it, but I knew the military man would have come out had she not agreed. I never wanted to let her go, not now that I had her.
I swore my soul was dancing. I’d never felt so loved and appreciated, and I came from a good family with an older brother who would give me the world if he could. I was beyond blessed. Daniel was the one to show me how well though.
I easily settled into him, against him. After the best,
most mind-blowing orgasm of my life, there was nothing more I wanted than to sleep for a bit before doing it again. Daniel had started it. Little did he know he’d just released my inner, insatiable freak, and little did I know how much I would enjoy being a bad girl. Of course, Daniel never treated me like a bad girl. He treated me like a princess. He cherished me the way I cherished him.
One weekend and two “sick” days later
, I still couldn’t get enough of him.
He hugged me from behind, sweeping my hair aside to kiss my neck. Tingles never ceased when he did that. A shiver worked through me as I angled my
head, giving him better access.
“You know I can’t keep calling out. I’m going to have to go back to work tomorrow.” I put the bowl I’d mixed the bro
wnie ingredients in into the sink. Daniel moved with me, spinning me the moment my hands were empty.
He kissed me. My heart reacted to his lips every time. “I have a better idea.”
“Oh yeah?” I smiled against his lips.
“Why don’t you quit and go back to school?”
We’d had this conversation more than once over the past couple days. I softly sighed. “You know I can’t afford to do that.”
“Yes, you can.”
I leaned back, studying him. I felt my brows dip inwards. “What do you mean?”
“Most of my military money is in savings. I have plenty to pay
bills and tuition. I also plan to talk to the local recruiter about the Army Reserve to cushion our income until I decide what I want to do.”
I shook my head negatively, despite my heart soaring. That he would even offer made me love him all the more. “I can’t accept that. I…I can’t let you do that, Daniel.”
“You will if you love me.”
I cut my eyes at him. “That’s not fair.”
An easy smile curled his lips; his eyes sparkled with mischief. “I love you, Miss Kellie Ann Patrick, and I intend to make you my wife. What kind of husband doesn’t take care of his wife in every way?”
My heart stammered as my lungs struggled to expand. “What are you saying?”
“I want to make you my wife, babe. I want my ring on your finger, my baby in your belly, and my arms around you every night. I swear I’ll do anything I can to always make you happy.” Emotion twisted his features. “Let me take care of you, sweetie. Let me marry you.”
“Are you serious?” My
pulse skittered quick; my throat felt tight.
I knew I was staring dumbly at him, but I couldn’t help it. It was the last thing I expected yet everything I wanted…minus one detail. I worked my bottom lip. “Will the Reserve send you back?”
His expression grew serious. He licked his lips, looking away for a moment. He brushed my hair back. “I’m not going to lie; there’s a chance. But since I’ve already done so many tours, I doubt they will.”
Tears pricked my eyes. “I don’t know if I could let you go now that I have you.” I was honest.
“Neither of us want that, but I know that we would get through it, the same way we’ve gotten through before.”
As hard as it was, Daniel was a package deal. He came with risks attached to his chosen career. I didn’t dare hold him back though. He continually encouraged me to pursue my dream, to go after the life I wanted. For now, I had to accept that Daniel was a military man. He chose to dedicate his life to the Army and me. I had to trust him. I had to trust that he would do everything in his power to come back to me every time, the same way he trusted me, the way he believed that I was capable of enduring that distance with him. That’s what makes love easy: commitment. As long as you’re committed to the person you love, time nor distance can ever destroy what you have.
His head jerked up.
I couldn’t help but grin like a fool, a love drunk fool. “I love you, Sergeant. I’m not a hypocrite. You’re a good man I cherish, near and far. And, near or far, no man could ever replace you. How could he when you’d be taking my heart with you?”
I shrieked as he swiftly bent and hoisted me over his shoulder. I slapped his back. “Where are you taking me?”
“To make love to you. Then we’re going ring shopping. After that, you’re going to promptly take me to your parents’ house where we will tell them. Your mother and Hannah can help you with all the details, but I fully expect us to be married within the month. Tomorrow you can give dickhead your two weeks notice. Once we’re married, we’ll get you signed up for school.”
“Hey! Don’t I get a say in this?”
He threw me against the mattress.
“Do you object?” He cocked a brow.
I pursed my lips, considering his proposal. “Well, no-”
“Good, then it’s all settled.”
“No. I’m just a soldier who knows that death doesn’t discriminate, and I’d rather not waste time when we can have all we want now.” He swallowed hard. “I’ve never been so sure of anything, Kel. I love you, sweetie.”
I wrapped my arms around him. “I love you too. I didn’t expect it so soon, but I can’t wait to become Mrs. Sergeant Daniel Rodriguez.” I pursed my lips playfully. “And I promise not to bankrupt you on the ring…much.”
He snickered. “We’re buying the biggest ring possible. I want the dickhead, and every other after him, to know that you’re taken.”
“I’m taken by a sexy as sin soldier. Trust me, my boss doesn’t come close.”
“I don’t give a shit if he does. You know my feelings about marriage, and you know I’m serious about you. You ever think of straying, you talk to me first. I’ll do anything I can to make you happy, babe.”
My smile softened as my heart gushed.
I nodded my head in agreement. “I will.” I spoke sincerely. I knew a soldier was always preparing; he knew what the worst was.
His expression changed. The look on his face sent chills through me; it was a look I would never forget. “If, God forbid, anything happens to me, I want you to move on and be happy. Promise me that.”
How had this conversation so quickly been swept into heartbreaking territory? Tears stung my eyes as a heavy weight compressed my chest. It hurt just to think about it.
“Hey, sweetie. I’m still here.”
He brushed the back of his hand against my cheek.
I bit my lower lip, trying not to get lost in the what-ifs and could-bes.
“I’m a stubborn, possessive bastard. As long as I have breath in me, I’ll fight to be with you. I’ll fight to fuck this pretty body of yours, and to kiss these sexy lips.” He trailed his fingers over my lips. “And I’ll fight to ensure no other man has the pleasure of doing the same.” He brushed his lips against mine.
As he moved away, I felt lighter.
I couldn’t control what was to come. The only moment I had control over was the now. “What’s the hold up, soldier?”
He leaned back, quirking a brow, a tight smirk stretching his lips
. “Come again.”
“Why aren’t you fucking this pretty body yet?”
I tried to bite back a smile, but failed.
“Because you’re not naked.” He kissed me hard and fast before he broke away to strip us.
Through the years, clothes were my saving grace, the only thing that stopped Sergeant Daniel Rodriguez from lavishing my extra plump body every minute of every day. He proved his love time and time again, and I proved mine those seven months we were separated for his last, and shortest, tour of duty.
You can’t control everything in life, but the one thing you can control is your level of commitment to love. It’s those that love without commitment that fail. It’s those that aren’t committed enough that divorce. People like to say they fell out of love, but the truth is, love is more powerful than time or distance, than trials or obstacles. Love is what multiplies our blessings, but if you lose your passion, your commitment to it, certainly you will eventually lose it