Finding Her Soldier (BBW, Military Erotic Romance) (4 page)

He moved his hands over me, caressing my curves with
such delicate sensuality, enjoying every inch of my body, worshipping with
every nuance of his embrace. I felt his huge cock getting hard, pressing
against me as we lay on the couch. The sensation caused desire to well up
inside of me, making me want him inside me all the more.

I moved a hand down to teasingly touch him there,
running my hand along the contours of his cock, then slowly drawing it up and
undoing his pants so I could slide my hand inside. Carefully, I unbuttoned each
button with deliberate slowness, wanting to draw out the moment, to bring both
his desire and my own to ever greater heights, knowing that the final reward
would be all the sweeter for it.

But the touch of the skin of his shaft on the soft
skin of my hand was too much for me and I felt myself immediately giving myself
over to him, dedicating myself entirely to his pleasure. Getting down on my
knees in front of the couch, I pulled his cock out of his pants, massive even
though it wasn’t completely hard yet.

I would fuck him like it was our last time together.
We only had a month left before he’d be gone for a long, long time. I wanted to
make the most of every moment. Right now, I had a little going away present for
him, my wet mouth ready to give him exactly what he wanted.

I gave the shaft a soft kiss, flitting my tongue out
for a brief second. I kissed all the way down his shaft, running his sack through
my fingers as he sat back on the couch.

He looked down into my eyes and I paused for a
second, allowing them to lock with my own before I gave a long lick back up his
big, pulsing rod. Finally, I reached the head and took it into my mouth,
surrounding it with the wet softness of my lips as I gave it a gentle suck.

Bobbing up and down, I gave my tongue a slight
swirl, moving it slowly around his head as I felt it hit the back of my throat.
Hearing his groans of pleasure enhanced my own desire, and I began to move my tongue
more purposefully, concentrating on the slight suck and pull of my technique.

I played with his balls, squeezing them gently in my
hand as his head thumped the back of my throat. This was the first time I’d
sucked him off and I could tell he loved the feel of my mouth, but it was just
the prelude to the passion to come.

Bronson pulled me up from my position kneeling in
front of him. He picked me up in his arms and brought me into the bedroom,
shutting the door behind us. He dropped me on the bed and jumped on top of me,
giving me another deep kiss.

His big, muscular frame pinned me to the bed as I
flitted my tongue in and out of his mouth, swirling and sucking like it was our
last time together, our passion becoming one unbroken chain of fulfilled
desire. Reaching both hands down, he lifted up the bottom of the dress I was
wearing, just a simple dress, my casual work clothes. He didn’t seem to notice;
he just wanted it off of me and laying in a pile on the floor.

Pulling down my panties, Bronson gently pushed two of
his fingers inside me, getting me ready for his cock, feeling the wetness that
had built up over these passionate moments. Then he lifted up my dress further.
I pushed myself off of the bed, allowing him to pull the dress up and over my
head, leaving my body naked before him.

By now, I wasn’t embarrassed at all about my curves.
They were a part of me, and I knew they turned Bronson on more than anything.
He’d told me so before that even before he’d gotten to know me, these curves
were what inspired him to send me that first message. Since then, neither of us
had looked back.

Bronson kissed me on the lips before making a trail
down my neck, pausing to lap playfully at my nipples, making them hard with the
satisfying motion of his tongue. He kissed down further and further, over my
belly button and nearing my crotch. My lust was so strong I could hardly
concentrate. I was waiting for him to touch me there, to spread soft, smooth
wetness over my clit.

Like a rocket, pleasure shot through me, exploding
and imbuing every nerve in my body with a sense of complete ecstasy. The expert
motions of his tongue catalyzed a new lust. I gyrated, holding onto his short hair,
pushing his face into my wet pussy.

He lapped at me with passion and fury, an intensity
I’d almost never seen before in the bedroom, a complex amalgamation of gentle
roughness. He slid his tongue between my lips, running its length in one smooth
stroke.

I was ready to melt, wanting him to take me, to
shove his huge cock inside me and give me those forceful thrusts that let me
know I was his and that he’d do whatever he wanted with me. Eventually, I
couldn’t wait any longer and I pulled at his hair, trying to get his attention.

“Bronson, I want you inside me,” I panted, still
very much enjoying his oral dexterity, but wanting more, wanting it rougher,
harder, and more passionate, wanting his big cock stretching my curvy body to
the limit, buried inside my hot, wet slit.

Bronson must have wanted it, too, because within a
second he was on top of me, beginning to mount. He already knew I was soaking
wet and ready for him. I saw his throbbing, massive cock near my slit and I let
out a breathy moan, anticipating the very moment when he’d stretch my folds.

And before I knew it he was pushing himself inside
me. I felt radiant, glowing in my passion, the heightened sensitivity built up by
the long foreplay, by the day spent waiting for a pleasure like this, a day in
which there were moments when I didn’t know if Bronson and I would even be
together like this again.

But none of that mattered now, because he’d told me
he was mine, that we would stay together despite his upcoming tour, despite all
the trials ahead. Right now I wouldn’t worry about all that. Tonight I was ready
to bend to his every whim, to give up my body for his pleasure and my own.

While he fucked me, I was lost in the passion, the
wordless, incomprehensible fury of sex on the senses, but behind all this there
was the deepest love, the deepest, fullest desire between us, a psychological
connection unknown to most people. It was like we were made for each other. Tonight
had shown me that to be true.

The next months would be the test of this love, but
there was no questioning the bond we’d formed so far. This connection was
strongest and most apparent when he was inside me, fucking me with all his
passion and energy, driving deep inside me with every thrust. His hands ravaged
me, squeezing my curves, pushing my breasts together so that he could lap at my
nipples once more while he stroked inside me.

Bronson rolled over and pulled me on top of him. I
reached down with my hand to grab hold of his girthy cock, guiding it back into
my soaking wet slit. Now that I was on top, his long cock went even further
inside my tight pussy. I rode him hard, feeling a slight twinge of pain at his
massive size. I arched my back, running my hands over my own curves, putting on
a show for him as I massaged my own beautiful tits, staring down at him with a
lustful look in my eyes.

He concentrated on me, grabbing my ass and pushing
his hard cock even deeper inside me as I rode him. This was a much harder fuck
than he’d ever given me. He was giving me everything he had, bringing my curvy body
to the brink with each nuanced thrust. I tried to return the favor, wanting to
give every ounce of energy I had to pleasing him, to handling his rock hard
cock with the attention it deserved.

By now he’d worked me into an absolute frenzy,
pushing my body to new limits. My lust became feverish, almost unquenchable.
There was only one thing I wanted now. I went down and gave him a kiss, then
leaned in close to his ear, not allowing myself more than a breathy whisper.

“Are you close?” I asked softly.

“Yes,” he grunted.

“Come inside me.”

I don’t know why I wanted that so badly. Maybe it
was the fact that I knew he’d be gone for a long time, and that consummating
act seemed to express the natural unity I felt between us, something that would
hold us together those months when we were apart.

My words seemed to send Bronson into absolute
unrestraint as he grabbed my ass, fucking me as hard as he could while I rode
him, still on top and straddling his muscular frame.

Instead of the usual hesitancy of those final
strokes, I felt his power become more expansive as he neared orgasm, pushing
deeper and deeper inside me, his thrusts faster and more forceful until finally
he came, a hot, sticky load spilling inside my pussy, lining me with his seed.

On the heels of that sensation came my own orgasm, a
full-body convulsion, the apex of sensual desires fulfilled in the most
passionate way. My body shook; I gyrated and I bucked, letting out a long, loud
moan. Thankfully I didn’t have roommates, because I was practically screaming
with the strength and longevity of my orgasm, the waves of pleasure seemingly
endless until a minute or so later I collapsed in exhaustion next to him.

He put his arm around me, bringing me in for a kiss.
Yes, I was his
. That much was clear.

Like I said before, I knew there were trials ahead.
We spent that night talking, working things out. We could write each other
letters. It wasn’t like being together, but at least it was something.

There was no doubt in my mind that we’d get through
this. Of course, it would be a challenge, but I guess this was what I’d signed
up for when I’d responded to that first message he sent me.

No matter how hard it would be, I knew it would be
worth it. So I’d stick by my man and wait. We’d get through it. We just had to.

The
End.

Including
The
Billionaire’s Ranch
,
Saved
by the Alpha
and the
Perfect
Soldier Series
!

The
Perfect Soldier Series is a multi-part series following Catherine
"Cat" Simmons and Colton "Colt" Bradley.

Parts
One
,
Two
,
and
Three
are out now – Part Four coming soon! Check out excerpts below!

Part
1,
Perfect Soldier: Catching Colton

Colt’s
Perspective

Truth be told, I hadn't quite gotten used to being
back yet. And when I say it, I mean everything: civilian clothes, civilian cars,
no drills, paved American streets, Oak trees and houses with perfectly-watered,
green grass in their front lawns. It was strange being back in the U.S. If you
spend too much time in the desert, it can be like that.
And the women, I wasn't used to them either. I hadn't been with one in a long
time, or even looked at one really. Since coming back to America, I got that
particular look from women a lot, the familiar smile and the quick checkout, a
subtle hint that they were interested, if only on a totally primal level. I
just sort of brushed it off. The idea of being with a woman was almost foreign
to me, it'd been so long since I'd had time to even cultivate an interest in
another person on that level.
But things changed when I saw her in the bar earlier. Cat. I liked that named,
it sounded feisty and wild. I could only imagine what she was like in bed. When
I first saw her, my heart damn near broke. "Curves that could kill"
was the only way to describe her. Full, gorgeous breasts, just the right amount
of cleavage; a round, voluptuous ass that melded into her beautiful thighs, her
jeans tight against her skin. I imagined what it might be like having her
bounce that ass in front of me as I stroked inside her, and I felt myself
starting to get hard at the thought.
Her blouse had been tight, too, revealing those extra pounds around her
midsection, those free-flowing, killer curves. I liked a girl with a body like
that, a little chubby, but with tons of confidence. Women like Cat knew how to
treat a man in bed, you could tell by the way they walked and the way they
talked. With a little luck, I'd be finding this out for sure later tonight.

Part
2,
Perfect Soldier: Colt & Cat

Cat’s
Perspective

He knew what I wanted, what I'd wanted all week
long, that cathartic release that would wash the stress of school and my job
away. Granted the stress of preparing for exams was over, but I still hadn't
received my final grades. I know I shouldn't have been worried about it,
especially since there was nothing I could do now, but I wouldn't be completely
relaxed until the grades were officially in the books.
As he drove, I put my hand on Colt's leg, easing it up slowly toward his
crotch. He looked straight ahead, as if he didn't even notice. Then I began
massaging, my hand between his legs, rubbing gently, feeling that big cock
starting to get hard. Could I make it all the way home? Now that I'd initiated
things, I felt my desire growing exponentially by the second. How could I hold
out that long?
I continued rubbing, then unbuckled my seat belt, moving my head down toward
his crotch. Colt shifted the seatback, knowing what I had in mind, anticipating
it even more than I was. I unzipped his jeans. He got up slightly, allowing me
to shimmy them off of his hips so I could pull out that monster cock, already
halfway hard. My mouth would get it the rest of the way there.