by Nix, Haley
“A ‘small shootout’? It’s still a shootout. I can’t believe this. Were you shot!? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Yes, I was shot, but I didn’t want you to worry. Besides it’s really not a big deal – that’s just the business of war.”
“Of course I’m gonna worry about something like this.”
“Look, I’m fine. It’s going to heal completely. Just a little scar. I’ve got worse scars from falling off my bike as a kid,” he said nonchalantly, trying to downplay the seriousness of his wound.
“You should have told me,” I said, my voice still serious.
“Why? It would only have made things worse. I don’t want you to know the bad things that happen when I’m on active duty. You shouldn’t have to know about those things. You shouldn’t have to worry about them.”
I was still on my knees while he said this and his cock accidentally poked me in the cheek, adding a sort of lightheartedness to the serious conversation going on between us. I laughed and reached a hand up to stroke it.
“You’re something else, you know that?” I said, smiling at him.
“So I’ve been told. But you like it, right?”
I didn’t give him a verbal answer, instead I gave a long lick up his shaft and put the head of his cock in my mouth and sucked forcefully, then pulled it out of my lips with a popping sound. Colt groaned – it was a sound I hadn’t heard in months, the sound that told me how turned on he was, that told me how hard he planned on fucking me. It was a sound that made me insanely wet almost instantly.
I squeezed his ass again as I wrapped my lips around the tip of his big cock. Slowly I pulled him into me, guiding his hips in a rhythmic motion, making his cock slide in and out of my mouth. Then I felt him put his hands on the back of my head, pulling slightly at my hair. It turned me on and I started sucking harder, applying pressure with my tongue as I slurped at him.
He pushed me down on his cock and I gagged, deep-throating him, trying to swallow his entire massive cock. I could feel him pulsing in my mouth, blood rushing through his veins, making his dick rock-hard.
I pulled it out of my mouth and started jerking him off, giving the tip a brief kiss before licking down his shaft and around his balls, offering a little nibble here and there. Then I took one into my mouth and sucked on it, stroking the shaft to keep him hard.
He groaned again, that magic grown that made me wetter than ever. I snuck a hand down to my waist and started to unbutton my jeans, wanting to slide my fingers into my panties and touch myself as I sucked at him, but Colt saw what I was doing and would have none of it.
He picked me up off of the floor and carried me over to the bed where he lay me down on my side facing towards him. He slid off my jeans so I was just in my panties and then stood in front of me, putting his cock back inside my mouth as I lay sideways on the bed.
I sucked at him with even more passion this time, slurping, making it sloppy and lustful, slickening his cock with saliva, painting his pleasure with the brushstrokes of my tongue. Then I felt a surge of pleasure as his fingers worked into my panties and started circling my clit, massaging and teasing me in easy motions.
Grabbing hold of his cock I took him deeper into my mouth, then brought out the fat head, swirling my tongue around it in spirals. Then I started bobbing hard up and down on him as I felt his fingers sink into the wetness between my legs. OH YES!
With two fingers inside me and his thumb massaging my clit, Colt was driving me insane. All of the sudden I felt myself starting to come – so soon, too soon! I bucked on his fingers, holding them inside me and clenching my pussy. My body starting to shake and tingle all over.
Colt increased the pace at which he worked my clit and I started to moan on the bed, letting his cock fall out of my mouth, too distracted with my orgasm to pleasure him any longer.
I probably could have fallen asleep after that, but I knew Colt was far from finished. He got up on the bed now and mounted me, my pussy absolutely dripping as he began to push inside me. I winced, remembering just how enormous his cock was. I clenched my teeth as he thrust his huge rod inside me, stretching my tight little pussy.
It’d been so long since I’d been fucked that I almost didn’t know if I could handle him right now.
“Go slow,” I whispered as I held onto his shoulders.
He groaned again as he pushed deep inside me, my swollen lips stretched by the base of his pulsing rod. I moaned, half in pleasure, and half at the pain of his size. Gradually I got used to it, plus he went easy at first, working me with a perfect rhythm that I tried to match with the movement of my hips. Each time he’d go deep, I’d clench my pussy. I could tell that he was enjoying my tightness, the reward of these many months apart.
I was moaning loudly now, all the pain had subsided and I wanted him to fuck me harder. I could feel a second climax starting to build up inside of me and I wanted him to give it to me with all he had.
I flung my arms back behind my head and let him go to town, moving my hips up to meet his, allowing him to penetrate me deeper and more forcefully. It was as rough and passionate as ever, and I expected nothing less after all this time away from each other.
My blouse was still on at this point, but as he fucked me Colt ripped it off. He leaned down and lapped at my nipples, sucking on each one in turn, stimulating them and bringing the possibility of a second orgasm even closer. He flitted his tongue on my right nipple as he railed me, still going deep, but in long, forceful motions.
Then he brought his head back up and kissed me again. He pulled his cock out and I made a slight sound of disappointment, as if I couldn’t stand a second without his huge member filling me up. But soon he was flipping me over onto my stomach, picking me up by the hips so my ass was in the air.
I arched my back, rounding out my voluptuous ass, then I felt him stick two fingers in, almost anticlimactic after his big cock. I rolled my body and pushed up on him. It was as if he was testing my wetness, getting me ready for the hard thrusts that were to come. I couldn’t wait until he was back inside me, pounding me like it was our last night together.
And then I felt him push his massive cock back in.
***
Colton
I stood there above her on the bed, staring down at that curvy, big ass in front of me. Damn, I’d have flown her around the world ten times just for a few minutes of this type of bliss! I reached down to put my cock in, pausing momentarily to rub my head up against her beautiful pussy lips. Then I slid inside of her and groaned. Yes! This was the spot, this was what I’d been missing for so long.
I gave her a light spank on the ass and then grabbed her by the hips, thrusting inside her deeply as she bounced her ass against my thighs. Having these curves in front of me again, her perfect, wet pussy wrapped around my throbbing cock was a new height in sexual ecstasy. I stroked in and out of her, railing her with force, pulling her into me hard by the hips.
After several hard thrusts I leaned down into her, my cock still pulsing inside her pussy and pressed my chest against her back. I turned her head to the side and kissed her passionately. Then I got up off of her and pulled her out of the bed. She stood up and I bent her over the side of the bed, standing with her ass in the air.
I sidled up behind her and rubbed my head against her lips again. Grabbing onto her hips I pushed myself back inside and groaned again. From this angle I could go deeper than before, harder and faster with the leverage of the position.
I pulled her hard onto my cock and heard her moan. That turned me on even more. She started making little whimpering sounds whenever I hit deeply and I felt my body getting flush with the activity, my blood boiling over, months of unfulfilled lust suddenly released in a cathartic display of pure sexuality.
“Keep going,” she said. “I’m gonna come again!”
That only made me fuck her harder, hearing those moans and whimpers. Nothing made me hotter than giving her pleasure. As I stroked in and out of her, I felt my cock
throbbing, loving her dripping wet pussy. I pushed her down into the bed, reaching under her to fondle those gorgeous tits as I went deep into her.
Another moan. Yes, she’s the perfect woman for me.
***
Catherine
When Colt gave it to me over the side of the bed I damn near lost it. His cock slid in and out of me, the head going deep, hitting me right where it mattered. Every now and then he’d give me a little spank, knowing I liked it rough. This might have been the hardest he’d ever fucked me – well worth the ten hour flight!
The funniest thing was I would have been just as happy even if we weren’t in Paris. All that mattered right now was being with Colt, feeling his cock inside of me, releasing all the desire that had built up over the many weeks he’d been away. Tonight it was all coming out in a perfect spiral of tantalizing sexual bliss.
I threw my head back just then and he pulled at my hair, pummeling me with his giant cock. I moaned loudly, almost screaming, positive that I was waking up guests in the rooms next to us. Then I felt the rapture of orgasm coming on again, almost as suddenly as before. But this time it was deeper, more fulfilling, embracing me completely in indescribable pleasure.
“I’m coming again! I’m coming! Don’t stop, please don’t stop, please, please---“
I trailed off into a fit of moans and whimpers, unable to complete a sentence or even a single word. My legs felt weak now, still bent over the bed. The climax was taking over, my legs tingled and almost buckled.
My face was pressed down into the bed and I collapsed there, letting my orgasm overcome me, moaning incomprehensibly at the pleasure of Colt’s vitality, his passionate, hard fucking and his pulsing cock still inside me.
Then he pulled out and I climbed back on the bed, laying on my back, spreading my legs so he could mount me again. He pushed back inside me and went slow, nearing his own orgasm. I could feel his beating heart, the pulse in his cock, throbbing and filling me with pleasure.
But soon he started stroking faster, his hands on my tits, pushing inside me while he sucked at my neck. Then he came in for a kiss as I felt him filling me with a huge load of cum. I could barely believe the feeling it gave me. Had he not jerked off the entire time he’d been overseas? His load was massive, warm and sticky. He held himself inside me for a second longer and then started to pull out.
“No,” I said. “Keep it inside me, I like this.”
Colt leaned in and kissed me, making out with me passionately, our wet tongues touching. I felt another little jump of his cock and more cum spilling inside me, lining my pussy. I grabbed his butt and held him there, feeling his big cock going soft. But I still wanted him inside me, didn’t want to let him go, to let it all be over so soon.
But it wasn’t over, now that I thought about it. We had five more days together. Five for days of talking, laughing, cuddling, loving, and fucking. But one question remained: Would five days ever be enough?
I pulled him closer to me just then and silently told myself to concentrate on the present. It didn’t matter that this short vacation was merely an oasis in the desert of our time apart. We would enjoy it for what it was, even though at the end of it we’d ultimately be parting ways.
At least for now I knew that Colt was safe, and that I was safe, too, wrapped up securely in the muscles of his big arms.
Part Five: Homecoming
Chapter One
Catherine
The next week was almost too much for me to describe. Colt spared no expense, from flashy restaurants with fine champagne to shopping sprees in the Parisian shopping district. It was a small taste of a kind of life that was completely foreign to me and it seemed like a wonderful little dream, far too easy and carefree to be reality.
But if I’m being honest, all the shopping and nice dinners and gorgeous avenues we walked down wouldn’t have meant anything to me without Colt by my side. I would just as soon have been back in Oklahoma at the diner where we first met, or driving down to Dallas to take in a football game at Cowboys Stadium.
I didn’t need all this fancy European junk to be happy; I just needed Colt. The smile on my face whenever we were together was enough to let him know that. Nonetheless, I appreciated the gesture. I knew he was doing this because it’d be far too long before we saw each other again. He wanted to give me a unique experience, create a new memory that would last a long time, that I could return back to in my mind as I lay in bed alone over the next several months spent apart.
Upon waking up each morning, we made love passionately in the silk sheets of our penthouse bed. After showering, we walked down to a café around the block. I’d sit there munching croissants, sipping coffee and reading the book I’d bought at the airport. Colt stayed with me for a bit, but soon he’d get restless and we’d get up and walk around the city.
One day, we decided to rent a car and drive out to the countryside to a wine tasting. It was Colt’s idea, even though I knew he didn’t care much for wine. Like I said, he was trying to pack so much into these five days, to give us both blissful mental images that would sustain us over the lonely months ahead.
I looked over at him on our way to the vineyard, the sun shining on and shadowing the contours of his face as he sped along the country roads of France. He was going fast, almost too fast, whipping the car around corners and taking it over 100 MPH on straightaways. I laughed to myself and looked out the window; it was as if he thought that because he was in a foreign country, the rules didn’t apply to him.
But really I think part of his adventurousness was a result of his new sense of freedom. I knew Colt loved being a soldier, but sometimes his duties could be constraining. The life was austere and difficult. The Colt I knew was disciplined, but he relished the opportunity to break free on occasion, to feel the wind in his hair and experience life to its fullest. It was nice to see him so carefree and happy.
And yet throughout the entire week there was a dark cloud hanging over us, the simple knowledge that despite how happy we were, it was all about to be stolen away from us in a few days. I would fly back home and Colt would head back to Afghanistan.
I tried not to think about it, and most of the time I could forget, at least momentarily. But each time I found myself unreflectively happy, I would soon remember that it wasn’t a happiness that could last.
I could tell that similar thoughts were on Colt’s mind, but it was as if we had a tacit agreement never to mention such things in conversation. Even if we were both privately dreading the end of the week, we somehow thought it inappropriate to talk about, not wanting to intrude on the other’s happiness with the suggestion that these blissful days would ultimately come to an end.
Occasionally, however, I’d catch Colt staring at me with a sad look in his eyes. As soon as I made eye contact he’d force on a smile, or pretend he was looking at something else. I started to realize that military life had been easier on him when we weren’t together. Now he felt like he had something to lose, and that made him feel more vulnerable, even if he’d never admit it out loud.
***
Colton
I woke up late one morning in Paris to find that Cat had already gotten out of bed. I could hear the shower running in the bathroom across the suite, the sound of water falling, a low, delicate hum.
Getting out of bed, I reached my arms up in the air and stretched. Rubbing my stomach, I walked across the room, opening the bathroom door and sliding inside. I slipped off my boxers and drew back the shower curtain.
Cat turned, slightly surprised at first, but the initial surprise soon gave way to a naughty smile. This was one of the ways we liked it best: wet and quick, a perfect way to start the day, fully-sexed and refreshed.
I put my arms around her, clutching her breasts as I pressed my body into hers, my semi-hard cock disappearing in the curves of her voluptuous ass. Then she bent over, bracing against the wall, allowing me to slide inside her. I gave it to her soft, and then hard, and before long I was gushing insi
de of her, sending a white-hot river of cum into her pussy.
She moaned in response and I gave her ass a spank. Just another morning in Paris.
Well, not really. It was our last morning together. We were scheduled to fly out later tonight at 10:00 PM. Cat would be getting home very, very early in the morning. I unfortunately had a stop in Dubai, where I was supposed to check back in at the hospital to be cleared before heading back to Afghanistan.
But the shower sex was nice, because it felt normal and relaxed. It allowed us both to pretend for a little longer that we wouldn’t be leaving each other at the end of tonight.
After we got dressed we headed out to a restaurant for brunch. I’m not the biggest fan of French cuisine. I don’t know a hell of a lot about it, to be quite honest. But I was grateful for any decent meal I could get. Before long, I’d be back in the desert. And as much as I’d grown accustomed to goat meat, I knew it wasn’t going to compare well with the delicacies I’d tasted in Paris.
We spent most of the day just walking around the maze of streets, taking pictures of old churches and other historic sites. I was just content to be with Cat, to walk through the streets with her hand in mine, feeling her bump up against my side now and again.
Once while we were crossing a river, Cat stopped a couple walking past us and asked them to take a picture as we stood on the bridge. When the flash went off, Cat grabbed me and kissed me on the lips. It was cliché, and maybe a bit contrived, but it felt right; it felt appropriate to the day, to the much needed vacation, the cherry on top of our time spent together.
But inevitably the day came to an end. We drank a lot at dinner: wine, champagne, etc. I guess both of us thought it would make parting ways easier – something about which we were both mistaken.
