by Haven, Leila
She was my new addiction.
“Ariana,” I prompted. “I just want a chance to show you how much I love you. Please give me that chance.”
She took a breath, and my heart stopped beating to hear the words she had to say.
Chapter 19
Ariana
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Images of the future were flashing through my mind. Scenes both with and without Derrick in them. When I had first met him, I’d never expected him to be saying he loved me. Maybe I’d hoped, but I’d never believed.
Corporal Derrick Watson loved me.
The honesty in his eyes told me his story wasn’t fictitious. He’d wanted to say goodbye to me but couldn’t. It still didn’t take away the sting, but it did help it start to heal.
He loved me.
Did I love him? Derrick was a heartbreaker; he’d told me so himself when we were in Afghanistan. Now he was asking me to believe he could be with someone and spend more than one or two nights with them.
As I gazed into his eyes, I could see a future with him. A real one. It might be heartbreaking, and it definitely wouldn’t be easy, but I could see one.
And I wanted it.
“I love you too,” I whispered. The moment the words left my lips I knew they were true. We’d shared a horrible experience together, but we’d both made it out alive. We were changed because of it, but maybe that was a good thing.
Derrick wrapped me up in his arms, pulling me close against him. He smelled just like I remembered, his cologne lingering on his skin. It felt right to be hugging him, like it was a place I was supposed to be.
His lips landed on mine, a sweet kiss to seal our love. It ignited everything inside of me, sending searing fire through my veins. It was almost like I didn’t believe he was really there, in my living room, before that kiss.
He cradled my cheeks, letting me go only long enough to draw me back to him. The kiss deepened, promising the pleasure I knew he was capable of.
Derrick picked me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. “You should give me a tour of your apartment,” he growled in my ear. “Let’s start with the bedroom.”
I nodded toward the room on the right. “It’s over there. But I haven’t made my bed today, you’ve caught me out.”
“Babe, the bed is only going to get messed up anyway.” Derrick let out a breathy laugh. I should have known he wouldn’t care about an unmade bed, not after sleeping in a room with several other men every night.
He carried me to the bedroom, and we fell backwards onto the bed together. I didn’t want to let him go, just in case he really wasn’t there and he would vanish if I wasn’t touching him.
“This dress is so sexy, babe. But it still needs to come off.”
Derrick pulled me up into a sitting position so he could slide the dress up my body and over my head. I was wearing a black lace bra-and-panties set. I was grateful I’d gone to some effort to get dressed for the party, even if I hadn’t expected anyone to see them.
I moved forward and straddled Derrick, undoing the buttons on his uniform one by one. He was wearing his camouflage, the material coarse under my skin. Once his shirt was undone, I pushed it over his shoulders, revealing his hard and muscled chest underneath.
I kissed down his sternum, satisfied to feel his shiver under my touch. When I reached his pants, I undid them, searching through the fabric for his cock. It was hard already as my hand grasped it. I was still surprised by the size of it as anticipation coursed through me.
Derrick suddenly grabbed me and pressed his lips onto mine. He took advantage of his greater size and gently lowered me down onto the pillows. He did away with his pants, then stood before me, gloriously naked.
He crawled up my body like a lion stalking its prey. “These panties are sexy, babe, but they still have to come off.”
“Be my guest.”
His finger slipped under the edge of my panties, skimming my clit just enough to offer a tease of what was to come. It was beautiful having sex this way, in a proper bed without the threat of being discovered by the enemy weighing on us. We could take our time and really enjoy ourselves.
Both his hands took one side each of my panties before he slid them down my legs, leaving goose bumps along my skin everywhere he touched. Derrick could feel the difference in our surroundings, too, and I could tell he was enjoying the time we had.
His body covered mine while his hands went exploring. He rolled me onto my side, unclasping my bra until it loosened and then making it disappear over the side of the bed. There was no fabric between us now, each of us as naked and vulnerable as the other.
He rolled my nipple between his fingers before he took it in his mouth and sucked on it, making my pussy pulse down below. As much as I enjoyed going slow, everything south of my waist was begging for him to go faster.
“You’ve got amazing tits,” Derrick said, his breath skimming over my skin. “I’m never going to get tired of sucking on them.”
“I hope you don’t,” I replied. He laughed and suckled again, switching to the other breast so both my nipples were cool in the breeze when he let go.
He kissed along my collarbone, sweet butterflies as he moved to my neck. The stubble of his five-o’clock shadow tickled my sensitive skin, making me giggle as he moved. He was working me into a frenzy of sensation, taking me right to the brink of ecstasy before we even really started.
While our lips kissed and our tongues danced together, his hand slid down my body and into the mound of my pussy. He started massaging my clit, lazily stroking the nub and then rubbing circles around the area.
“Hmm,” I moaned.
He kissed me harder. The thickness of his erection was pressing into my belly, reminding me how much he was enjoying the moment too. I couldn’t wait to have him inside me, both of us drawing close to the peak of our joy.
His hand was magical, making everything sing a rhythm of pure happiness inside me. I couldn’t get enough of it, but he continued to keep me on the brink, taking me as high as I could go without plunging off the edge. I was a frenzied mess of want and need.
“Derrick,” I pleaded.
“Not time yet, babe. We’re both going to come together.” He whispered the words to me, making it seem like it was a secret between just us two. Perhaps it was. Nobody else deserved to know about this special moment.
He shifted my body so he could settle between my legs. His finger stopped its relentless caressing of my clit so he could position his cock at my entrance. I waited for the moment of connection, the anticipation almost too much to take.
All the muscles of his arms flexed as he held himself above me, his eyes locking with mine as he pushed himself into me. His cock was thick and long, forcing him to take it slowly so I could accommodate his generous size.
My legs linked around his, locking our bodies together so we rocked at the same time. My walls stretched to take him in, and I reveled in our connection and the sensation he gave me of being full. Only when he was buried deep inside me could I start to be sated.
Derrick treated me to hundreds of kisses as his lips made their way down my neck and back up to my mouth again. He started bucking his hips, his cock moving in and out of me in a quickening rhythm.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he whispered, another secret to share. “I love you so much, babe.”
“I love you too,” I replied. Our eyes never left one another while he thrust. His enjoyment was written in every feature of his face, including the set determination in the clench of his jaw.
His touch left me wondering how I’d lived so long without it. He ignited a spark deep in my belly, the heat radiating outwards and threatening to set the world on fire. Surely this much pure pleasure should have been illegal.
The four months we’d spent apart was nothing. It was like no time had passed at all. We should have been doing this long ago, not waiting this long to reunite. It was time we’d wasted.
Our bodies writhed together as
one, the sound of our skin slapping together mingled with our moans of happiness. My nerves were so sensitive I could feel everything like the moment was amplified a thousandfold.
Derrick’s magical fingers toyed with my clit, tugging and flicking it until I thought I would explode. It was beautiful torture, sizzling hot and taking my arousal to a whole new level.
I was just teetering on the cusp, so close to my climax I could feel the early spread of warmth through my body. Derrick’s teeth were clenched tight, his muscles all contracted as he fought for his own control.
We were a moving mass of wanton need. It was worth everything we’d gone through to get to this one perfect moment. I never wanted him to leave me again, I couldn’t exist without this kind of joy again.
“Come, babe. Come for me,” Derrick urged. His fingers backed up his order, flicking my clit and then rubbing it hard with the palm of his hand.
The heat shot out from my belly, filling everything in my being with the pure ecstasy of the orgasm. I was on fire in the most delicious way possible. My legs pulled Derrick closer just as he found his own release.
He grunted as his cock exploded inside me. He shoved his manhood in deeper, burying himself completely while his cum spilled within my walls.
I closed my eyes and let the happiness spill through me. Everything was relaxed and sated while my breath was ragged. I didn’t think my heart would be able to swell any further for my soldier man but somehow it did. It beat solely for him, he was my lifeblood, my everything.
My body and soul was alive, shattering apart with the sheer thrill of the orgasm. It was so much better than anything we’d shared before. This time it was real – we belonged to each other, and it wasn’t just a onetime thing.
I looked forward to spending the rest of my life with Derrick. Tonight was only just the beginning. We’d have every day to be together and learn more about one another. It was a future I’d always dreamed of.
Derrick’s weight rested on me while he pieced himself back together. His body was sculptured and muscled, a perfect specimen of everything a male body could be. To think he was all mine was enough to make me smile forever.
I was never going to be able to remove that grin from my face. While he was there, it would be a permanent fixture.
“Babe, you have no idea how much I enjoyed that,” he sighed.
“I have a fair idea.”
Derrick laughed before rolling to the side and taking me with him. His cock was still inside me, very slowly starting to lose its erection. His arms circled me, making sure we remained together in the afterglow of the moment.
“This is crazy,” he said.
“What’s so crazy about it?” For just a moment I felt a stab of doubt that threatened to take away the serenity I was basking in.
“I never thought I could feel this way about someone, and you just pop up into my life and change everything. It’s crazy.”
“I guess when you put it like that, it is. For what it’s worth, I never thought I’d be able to feel this intensely for someone I barely know either,” I replied. A part of me still couldn’t believe it. It felt like I’d known Derrick my entire life, maybe even beyond that.
He continued to hold me for the rest of the night. I fell asleep in his embrace, and it was the absolutely perfect way to end the night.
Tomorrow we could deal with reality.
Chapter 20
Derrick
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Ariana had the most gorgeous expression on her face as she slept. I could have watched her for hours while I cradled a cup of coffee. I was used to the early mornings, but she wasn’t.
It was nice having those few moments to myself so I could think about things. I got to see her as nobody else did, so relaxed and peaceful. She never slept like that when we were in Afghanistan.
The thought of telling her about my past was daunting. I knew I would have to sooner or later, but I didn’t want to see the disappointment in her eyes when she knew I had been a drug addict.
Maybe I would wait, save that for a time when she really knew the current me. Maybe she would see that I’d changed, enough to continue loving me while knowing about my past.
I could have watched her all day, but she stirred awake, catching me staring at her like a creeper. She smiled and stretched before she pulled the sheet up to her shoulders. Having an unobstructed view of her naked body had been more than nice, too.
“Good morning,” she said lazily. “What time is it?”
“Ten to seven. Do you want a coffee?”
She shook her head no. “Have you been up for long? You should have woken me.”
“I’ve been entertaining myself, it’s okay,” I joked. I was treated to one of her sexy-as-hell smiles. “You can sleep for longer if you want to.”
She pulled herself up to a sitting position, the pesky sheet still covering those magnificent tits. Just looking at her made my cock spring to life. It was going to be hours before I let her get out of that bed.
“If I sleep, I lose precious time with you,” she said, taking my coffee mug and having a sip before returning it. “I’m guessing you’re not here to stay permanently.”
I hated the look of disappointment that was now reflected in her eyes. Last night had been incredible, but there was no way to avoid the obvious. “I’m on leave, between tours.”
“How long until you have to return for duty?”
“We ship out on New Year’s.”
One eyebrow arched over her doe-brown eyes. “They couldn’t even wait one more day?”
“No rest for the wicked.” My attempt at humor didn’t make any difference. There was no way around the fact that I had to leave her. Again. “I want to make this work, Ariana. I really, really do.”
She sighed and picked at her fingernail for a few moments while my heart was on the line and waiting for an answer. This woman could destroy me with a handful of words. It was the scariest shit I’d ever experienced.
And that was saying a lot.
Her pink little lips finally started moving, putting me out of my misery. “I want it to work, too. You’re going to be gone a lot, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I am.”
“I’m going to be spending a lot of time missing you, worrying about you, and so scared you aren’t going to return to me.”
I took her hands so she couldn’t damage them, holding them in mine so she would know I was deadly serious about what I was about to say. “I promise you there will be one more hello than there are goodbyes. I promise I will do everything I can to return to you. It’s not always going to be like this.”
“I’ve seen how dangerous it is over there.”
“You also know I have my troop brothers to watch my back.”
“That didn’t help Marshall,” she pointed out. Every time I thought about him, I felt sick to my stomach. The last time I spoke with my comrade, he was still trying to deal with the loss of his leg. He was on permanent leave until further notice.
“It’s a risk we all take to protect our nation,” I replied. There was no use skirting around the issue. The harsh reality was that I could die in service to my country. It was a risk I was willing to take for the greater good. I hoped Ariana could understand that, even just a little bit.
She sprung over and hugged me to her tightly. I could feel her tits as they crushed against my chest and only felt slightly like a dick for noticing.
When she pulled back, I focused on her eyes. “Let’s not think about it. Let’s spend the rest of the year pretending you don’t have to leave.”
“I like the sound of that.”
I pressed my lips to hers and kissed her deeply. I already knew it was going to be the best Christmas I ever had.
We would make it work.
Any way we could.
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