by Haley Nix
I clenched my pussy as he drilled me, holding me by the hips and pushing as deep inside as he could go with every single thrust. There was nothing gentle about him now, he was all life and vitality, a pure vessel of instinct and desire, stretching me with every movement. I gyrated beneath him, trying to match his movements, my nails dragging across his back. I needed something to hold onto, to steady myself against the intensity of our hot fuck. Tonight I was his, to do with as he pleased. I liked it when he took control like this.
Soon he had rolled over, his head hitting the other pillow. I was confused.
“Did you come?”
He laughed as if to say: “Baby, this is just the beginning. You better hope you can keep up.”
Now I was straddling him, reverse cowgirl. I guess it made sense, him being a Texas boy and all. I put my hands in the place where his ankles met his shins, giving me leverage as I rolled my ass, bouncing it up and down on his throbbing cock. He spanked my ass playfully, but with a little sting that sent pleasure reverberating through my body.
I fucked him harder then, and he grabbed me by my hips, thrusting upwards as I bounced my ass. He was going so deep – he hadn’t fucked me like this before, with such fury and passion. Was it the time apart? Had the distance brought us together? There was no time for these thoughts in my almost feverish state of sexual delirium. All I could concentrate on was the intimate nature of what passed between us, flesh on flesh, my wet, tight pussy on his hard, throbbing monster of a cock.
Damn, I was glad Colt had finally come home.
***
Colton
Lying on the bed, her curves bouncing. I gave her a spank, leaving a reddish-pink handprint across her right ass cheek. She moaned, giddy with pleasure, asking me for more. I spanked her again, slightly harder. She bucked, rolling her ass, her tight pussy moving up and down on my cock.
I reached up with both hands and grabbed her hips, pulling her into me has I thrust my pelvis up from the bed, pushing my dick deeper inside her. I heard her gasp at that, still surprised at what it felt like to be fucked his hard, this thoroughly, by someone who was wild about her.
My hands sunk into the soft skin of her hips. Such a damn gorgeous, perfect girl – so curvy and sweet, so tight and wet, as if she’d been saving her body for my pleasure alone, developing those curves just to bring me to my knees. That’s what drove me mad, made me stroke into her with such intensity, such purpose. Every movement was an attempt to explore her amazing body. It was as if I learned something new about her every time we slept together and there was still a whole world left to discover.
I heard her whimpering.
“C-Colton,” she said. “I – I – I’m…”
It was as if she couldn’t speak, couldn’t link together the words that would form a sentence. I grunted in response, and fucked her harder, knowing she was close to coming, her tone and intonation begging for it.
“Yes yes yes yes,” she said in rapid fire short bursts, every word punctuated with a moan. “Harder, harder.”
I went faster and deeper, working up a sweat as I pushed my cock in and out over her pussy with everything I had. I gave it all trying to get her there, to bring her to consummation, her body writhing with the pleasure of a good, hard fuck.
Then I felt her starting to go limp, weakened at the onset of her climax. She moaned, unable to express the incomprehensibility and vast all-encompassing nature of the pleasure that rolled through her in wave after vicious wave. It was an ecstasy almost too intense, that left her lying face down on the bed, moaning into the sheets to stifle her loud bursts of passion. It was a good thing she didn’t have any roommates – they would have been woken up long before now.
She was turning around on the bed to face me. That pretty face and those big blue eyes, she crawled towards me on the bed, moving her head toward my cock.
“I want you to come in my mouth,” she said.
She jerked at my cock, taking it into her mouth, giving that warm, perfect sensation as she swirled her tongue on my tip.
I throbbed in her mouth. She made a gagging noise as she held my dick deep in her throat, looking up at me with bright eyes. She took me out of her mouth and giggled, as if she’d gone temporarily crazy from all the sex.
“I was to taste your cum,” she said. “Come in my mouth.”
My only response was a grunt. I was close, so damn close. She pulled my tip out and started to lick my balls, nibbling gently as she jerked on the shaft.
“Come on, baby. I want you to come. I want to taste you, Colt.”
All this dirty talk. It was a new side of her, an unexpected side. Her breathy voice, sultry and sexy. She knew exactly how to please me. She connected physically and emotionally in just the way I liked. A good girl, who liked to play dirty sometimes. I could feel the orgasm building at the base of my cock, and suddenly erupting – exploding out of my tip.
Cat felt me starting to come and lifted her head up to catch my load in her mouth, but I exploded a second early, shooting the first hot burst onto her pretty face. She took my tip into her mouth and sucked, squeezing up on my shaft to milk out every last bit of sticky cum. She looked up at me, a naughty smirk on her face. Then I saw her tilt her head back and gulp. She stuck her clean tongue out at me.
We both laughed. These were intimate moments. Behind all the overt sexuality, the passion and lustful desires fulfilled in dirty sex, we knew something deeper was growing – a private, personal connection that would keep us close for a long time to come.
Chapter Eleven
Catherine
In a flash I felt his hot, sticky load hitting my face. A surprise, but not an unpleasant one. I secretly found this so hot, so sexy, but only with a guy like Colt – a man I wanted with all the hidden lust of my voluptuous body. I wanted to do whatever brought him to the peak of climax.
I put the tip back in my mouth and caught the rest of his load – sticky and salty, a hint of sweetness, the flavor of Colt. I bobbed there for a second, sucking up the very last bit of cum, not wanting to lose a single drop. I felt naughty, a little slutty, but in a good way because I liked him and I knew he felt the same about me.
I went to the bathroom to towel off my face, looking into the mirror, smiling at myself. For the first time in a long time I looked genuinely happy. No concerns – not a thought in the world beyond the anticipation of Colt waiting in bed for me, and a night of restful slumber ahead.
Walking back into the bedroom, I saw Colt sitting up in bed, his eyes tracing the curvy silhouette of my body. He had a look in his eyes that told me I’d be getting the same rough treatment tomorrow morning. A gesture of lust and desire, a burning passion that couldn’t be put out with just one night of sex. He wanted me again and again and again.
I got into bed and curled up next to him, pushing my ass into his crotch, feeling his cock up against my skin. I knew he’d like that. I closed my eyes and turned off the light, then heard Colt clear his throat, indicating he wanted to talk. I turned to face him, putting my hands on the hard, broad muscles of his chest.
“What is it?” I asked, my voice a tad concerned.
“I don’t really know how to say this, so I’m just gonna come out and say it.”
“Um, OK,” I said hesitantly. “Go ahead, say whatever you want.”
“I was thinking about maybe moving here, getting an apartment or something.”
“But what about Texas?”
“There’s nothing there for me. I can’t see myself living in a place where I hardly know anyone anymore.”
“Well, you know I’m not going to try to dissuade you. I’d love it if you moved here,” I said.
I felt at this point I could be honest with him about this. Clearly, he was feeling a lot of the same things I felt.
“What would you say to me moving in here?”
“My apartment?”
“Yes. I’d pay rent of course. I’d pay all your rent, actually. Maybe we could look at a bigger place
further down the line if it gets, you know, more serious between us.”
“You think it’s going to get serious?”
“I could see it happening. I mean, I’d like it to.”
“I’d like that, too,” I said.
I left it at that, abandoning words for the intimacy of touch. I brought his face towards mind, and gently kissed him, ending it with a lingering bite of his lower lip. I snuggled into him, feeling content, happy. Life was good right now, things were falling into place better than I’d ever imagined. Sure, we were moving fast, but if I liked what we were headed towards, why not move fast?
Would it always be this easy, this carefree? There was no way I could possibly know right now. But I made up my mind at that moment not to question the good things that were happening to me. I resolved to take chances, big risks for what I wanted. I had taken a risk the first night I met Colt, and I was taking one right now. But in his big arms I felt safe, beyond the reach of adverse consequences.
Colt pressed his body into me and I closed my eyes tight, emitting a contented sigh. I hoped life would always stay this perfect.
Part Three: Long Goodbye
Chapter One
Catherine
The week after his trip to Las Vegas, Colt moved into my apartment. It was soon, yes, I fully admit it. But when something feels this right, what’s the point of waiting? I guess you could say we didn’t really know each other yet, that maybe there was something about Colt that should make me think twice. But that thought didn’t cross my mind, at least not initially. I was so swept off my feet, everything was moving so fast – I just decided to go with the flow and see what came of it.
Those first few weeks were absolute perfection. They had their own pace, a sexual intensity borne out of our new familiarity with each other, the special closeness of sharing a place together. But it wasn’t just the sex, there was a certain emotional intimacy beginning to build. Having Colt there to talk to, to make plans with, even just to vent to sometimes, made me realize just how lonely I had been before I’d met him.
Of course, I didn’t openly admit this, not wanting to sound too needy. Even though it was Colt who’d suggested we get a place together, I was still a bit nervous about where things stood. I felt as if one misstep would scare him off, make him rethink this new relationship. When I thought about it, I knew I didn’t have anything to worry about, that he was just as into it as I was. But I’d grown sort of dependent on having him around, so the prospect of him leaving was simply too much to think about.
That didn’t mean we never spent any time apart. Colt went down to Texas to see his sister for Christmas, and I drove to my parent’s place outside Oklahoma City. It was only a few days without seeing each other, but it’s no stretch to say I missed him desperately during that time. I could tell he felt the same by the way he made love when we were back together again – it was rawer and more passionate, expressing a deep, unspoken desire.
Having a man around the apartment was a nice change for me. I liked having someone to cook for, even if dinner was a relatively rare occasion with my night time work schedule. Yes, I’d taken some time off for Christmas, but once that was over I was still working five to six nights each week at the bar. I needed money for next semester’s tuition, after all. Colt was covering rent, and that certainly helped, but to wasn’t enough to justify giving up shifts at the bar. As it was, I would barely scrape together the enough money to pay for next semester’s classes. Honestly, I might even still be forced to get a small loan from the bank.
When all was said and done though, it was nice having someone to come home to at the end of a long night, having those big arms to curl up in, and a man who was insatiable, who craved my body the way I craved his. I fell asleep exhausted each night, sleeping soundly after a sexual release that melted away all the tension of the workday.
Sometime after Christmas, I got my grades back: an A in Chemistry and an A- in Biology. I was absolutely ecstatic. After worrying so much about the Bio exam, it was nice to finally put it behind me. It had been a nagging thought at the back of my mind throughout my time off, and once I saw my grades it felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders.
Colt took me out to celebrate. It was a fancy place with white tablecloths and crystal glasses. He ordered a bottle of champagne to go with our four course meal. It was delicious, of course, but something about it seemed off. It seemed outside of his character, and also outside of his pay range as a soldier. But I didn’t question it at the time, it seemed rude to question what was clearly intended to be a loving gesture.
Soon it was time to slip back into my normal schedule of taking classes and heading immediately to work. I wondered how Colt would deal with this. Would he be bored? Lonely? Sure, he had the guys to hang around with, but after a couple of intense weeks together I knew that this change in schedule would leave us both at a loss.
One morning in early January, I was looking through the course catalog, trying to figure out what subjects to take next semester. It was about a week before classes started. The tough part was finding the right balance. I didn’t think I was up to taking two advanced courses; the workload would be far too much to juggle with my job. And of course, I couldn’t take anything that conflicted with my work schedule. Colt came into the living room and sat next to me on the couch, bringing me a cup of hot coffee.
“Thanks.”
“No problem. What are you up to?”
“Trying to schedule classes, figure out what I should take this semester.”
“I see. Another Bio class?”
“Maybe. Honestly, even though I did well, I feel kind of lucky that I got that grade. I don’t know if I could handle an intermediate class,” I said, scrolling through the list of courses and their respective times.
“What do you mean you don’t know if you could ‘handle’ it?” he said. “It wasn’t luck Cat, those exams are designed so that luck isn’t a factor.”
“I know, but… It’s just not my strength. Work makes it hard. I feel like I’d need more time to study.”
“Take time off from work,” said Colt nonchalantly.
“You know that’s not an option.”
“So, let me get a few things straight. You took two classes last semester while working about, let’s say forty-five hours a week, right?”
“Yeah, about that.”
“OK, well what if you were working less? Say, thirty hours or so.”
“I could probably handle it then.”
“How many classes could you take if you weren’t working at all?”
“I don’t know. Four or five, maybe?” I said hesitantly, drawing out the last word. “I mean, that’s a total impossibility so I’m not sure why we’re talking about it.”
“Right,” said Colt, taking a sip of coffee.
Colt got up from the couch and went to take a shower. I stayed a few minutes longer, still scrolling through the course listings. But soon desire got the best of me and I found myself slinking towards the bathroom to join him.
Outside the door I could hear the dull hum of hot water falling from the shower head. I stepped inside quietly and slipped off my clothes, I pulling back the curtain slightly and sliding into the shower with him.
Chapter Two
Colton
The hot water splashed against my body, waking me completely from the last of my clinging sleepiness. I stood there thinking as the water washed over my face. I still hadn’t told Cat about the money from Vegas. I don’t know what it was, but for some reason I had a feeling it would complicate things. I guess I’d just keep it to myself for now and wait for the right time to bring it up.
Then I heard the shower curtain rustle and felt Cat slip in behind me. I smiled to myself. I loved mornings like this.
I felt her press up against me, touching me gently, her hands reaching around the front of me to play with my cock. I smiled to myself as the water continued to rain down. Maybe it’s a little embarrassing,
but I was already starting to get hard, anticipating her touch, turned on by her friskiness and the unsuspected nature of this morning encounter.
She kept stroking my cock, making it harder and bigger with every subtle motion. I felt myself throbbing, my pulse getting stronger and more rapid. My body needed this. I needed this. And I could tell that Cat needed it, too. How many of our days had started like this? More than a few, but usually in bed instead of the shower.
In our hearts we knew that our time together was short-lived, marked by my eventual need to go back overseas and serve on another tour of duty. We never spoke about that possibility, as if not talking about it made it somehow unreal. But it was in the back of our minds, and it impacted us on mornings like this where we were determined to live each moment to the fullest.
I turned toward her grinning and gave her a kiss, my hands caressing her wet hair as my lips parted hers. She was beautiful like this, no make-up, just pure Cat. She smiled and I felt the tip of my cock bump up against her belly. This made her giggle. She turned around and bent over, bracing herself with her hands against the shower wall and thrusting out her big ass, making it even more voluptuous than usual.
I ran my fingers along her slit, impossible to tell what wetness came from the shower and what came from her. I parted her lips slightly and sidled up behind her, giving her ass a slap that resonated, slick with wetness as she was. She gasped as I pushed inside of her with my cock. I slid in more easily in the wetness of the shower, but her pussy was tight and my size always came as somewhat of a surprise to her.
