Waiting for Her Soldier

by Cassie Laurent

  “Great.”

  I joined him by the stove, rifling through my cabinets for ingredients as he placed the semi-burnt steaks onto plates. I looked over to the counter and noticed that he’d even made a chopped salad and bought fresh bread. How cute. And he’d bought a bottle of champagne.

  “Champagne, huh?” I asked. “What’s the occasion?”

  I could see Darren visibly stiffen. He stood up straight, putting down the knife he’d been using to chop tomatoes for the salad.

  I froze as he walked over to me, not knowing what was about to come next. Darren grabbed my hand and held it in front of him, staring deeply into my eyes as we stood in silence. I searched those deep blue eyes, trying to find the meaning in his gesture. What was he trying to say?

  “Lauren…”

  Was this really happening? Was he about to say what I was thinking he was going to say? Was this real life? Then I saw him getting down on one knee. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a velvet case.

  Darren looked up into my eyes, pleading with me, letting me know his intentions before he even spoke a single word.

  “Oh my…. I… I can’t believe this,” I said, trying to catch my breath, trying not to let the moment get away from me.

  “Lauren… will you marry—”

  “YES!”

  Darren jumped up and I flung myself into his arms, turning my head up to meet his lips in a soft, passionate kiss. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Subconsciously I’d been thinking about this moment for months, but I’d never trusted the possibility enough to allow it so explicitly into my mind. I knew it was such a long shot. But there was no point in thinking of those doubts right now, they’d all been disproved by these last few moments. Instead, I concentrated on the deep kiss and Darren’s touch.

  Moments later we controlled ourselves and sat down at the table. After all, Darren had gone to all this trouble, the least I could do was eat the dinner he’d made for me. As I sat down across from him, about to cut into my steak, I realized how lucky I was—how lucky we both were. I pondered this as I started to eat.

  “Darren,” I laughed. “This thing is burnt to a crisp.”

  “I know,” he said, laughing too. “I’m sorry, babe. You might be the only one who can cook around here.”

  “Oh, I’m definitely the only one who can cook around here.”

  “Do you want to order in? My treat, you know. Since it was supposed to be a surprise dinner and all.”

  “You know, I’m not even really that hungry right now.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Well, maybe there’s something else we can do.”

  “Yeah? What?” I said coyly, batting my lashes, but trying to play it off as though I had no idea.

  “Let me show you,” said Darren, pushing out his chair and getting up from the table. He stood up and walked over to me, picking me up in his arms and putting me over his shoulder in one fell swoop.

  CHAPTER 31

  ———

  Darren playfully smacked my butt as we walked down the hall. I couldn’t stop laughing, absolutely enamored with this crazy, loveable, sexy soldier I’d somehow found myself lucky enough to call my fiancé. My fiancé. It was the first time I’d ever really thought of myself in connection with that word. I was engaged and it was finally hitting me how momentous this night was in my life.

  Darren carried me through the doorway into our bedroom, dropping me down onto the bed. I fell back into the soft embrace of my comforter, feeling my heart pounding in anticipation as Darren moved his big muscular body over me. He gently touched my face, using two fingers to nudge my chin upwards, turning my lips up to his own. I was completely his, and he knew it.

  Wet and warm, I parted his lips with my own, giving a slight suck as I swirled my tongue around in his mouth, feeling him inside and out. It felt like the first time; I was so charged with electricity, feeling my passion for Darren renewed with each subtle kiss, each nuance of his tongue. I bit his lower lip playfully, letting him know I wanted more, that tonight I wanted it harder than he’d ever given it to me before; letting him know I was his for the taking.

  As we made out he grinded his pelvis into me, and through his worn blue jeans I could feel the hard, pressing bulge of his cock rubbing against my inner thigh. He gave deep thrusts, pushing himself against me, making me fantasize about the moment when I’d finally give in and tear his clothes off, hungry for his cock inside of me.

  As I felt his monstrous cock rub against me, I grew wetter and wetter, until I was soaking wet at the thought of those thrusts, filling me up, shaking my body with sexual magic. I grinded him back, knowing that in his mind he was imagining my wet pussy, but not wanting to touch me just yet, wanting to hold out for the next few minutes, to prolong and draw out our twin desires, bringing our passion nearly to the point of madness before giving in and losing ourselves in each other’s bodies.

  But for me it was becoming too much to take. Reaching out I pushed Darren off from on top of me. He leaned back on the bed as I climbed on top of him, reaching down between his legs to massage his cock through his jeans. I moved my head up towards his, finding his mouth and pressing my lips to his once more. I slipped my tongue into his mouth, feeling the heat that developed between us, the warmth of his touch and the wetness that linked our mouths together. But the wetness below was even more palpable, drenching my panties, making me ready to take his rock hard dick as soon as he gave it to me.

  As we kissed I undid the buttons of his shirt, untucking the bottom of it from his pants. I pulled away from his face and kissed his chest, working my way over his huge pecs and down his rock-hard abs. I could nearly feel his heart beating faster with each sensual touch of my lips, his excitement building with the anticipation of feeling my wet, warm mouth wrapped around the tip of his cock.

  I kissed slowly and deliberately, giving a flirtatious lick every now and again, enjoying the salt and musk of his smooth skin. When I finally reached his crotch, I moved my face down into his lap and rubbed my cheek against his cock through the rough denim of his jeans, teasing him playfully as I undid his belt buckle. Neither of us spoke, perhaps fearing that words were the only thing that could ruin this moment; or maybe just that there were no words that could describe the fire that burned within us and between us, no words that could give voice to our emotions, these rare emotions that what we could only express through the intimate movements of our intertwined bodies.

  I slowly pulled down on the zipper of his jeans with my teeth. It was kind of silly, really. I’d seen it in a movie once. But that was just the effect Darren had on me in this moment. He made me lose my mind, he made me not care about being absolutely wild and crazy. I wanted to be as adventurous and unpredictable as possible, to give him a new pleasure he’d never felt before. Looking up into his eyes, I could tell that he felt the same way. I could see it in their deep blue intensity, his eyes hungrily examining my curves as he anticipated the pleasure of my mouth on his cock.

  Untucking his shirt, I pulled out his massive cock, feigning shock and innocence, which gave way quickly into a lustful smirk. I gave a teasing lick of the tip of his member and swirled my tongue around it, causing him to shudder. Running my hot tongue up his shaft, I worked my lips around the head of his cock and began to bob my head slowly up and down. I felt his cock growing larger and harder inside my mouth, throbbing under the grip of my wet lips, which as before were barely able to contain his girth. Twisting and swirling my tongue around the head, I enjoyed the taste of his pre-cum and began sucking even harder. I took his cock deeper into my mouth, causing him to breathe heavily, until he let out a long, satisfying groan.

  With my curvy body between his legs, I took his cock deep into my throat, gagging on him as I held it there. Then I pulled it out of my mouth and jerked him off as I sucked and nibbled gently at his balls, taking each one in turn into my mouth. I was letting my lust take over my body in this moment, licking and sucking at
him with an intense passion, as if I was an animal with only one desire on my mind. Barely able to wrap my fingers around his huge cock, I worked his shaft with a sensual massaging motion of my fingers, while I playfully bit his sack. I could feel Darren writhing with pleasure, as if he’d somehow forgotten that a woman can even make a man feel like this. And for my part, I realized how much I actually liked giving head, but only to Darren. He was my man and I’d do anything to please him because I knew he’d do the same for me.

  Suddenly, he stood up and pulled himself out of my mouth, sliding his slick cock across my chin, slathered with my own saliva as he looked me over, his massive cock fully erect. He pulled me up to the bed, grabbing me by the hips and twisting my body, turning me over onto my back. I unbuttoned my jeans and slipped them off, ready to get to the action sooner, as Darren moved his body into mine and we kissed again. I felt his big hand running up my thigh. When he got to my crotch he reached into my panties, making a circular motion as he massaged my clit, out tongues flitting in and out of each other’s mouths. I pulled my head away and moaned.

  “Just like that, oh, ohhh,” I said, not wanting him to stop.

  Then I felt him plunge two big fingers into my pussy. I moaned, feeling him stretch me. My mind immediately began to fantasize about having his cock inside me. It was like this every time I was with Darren; even though we’d been together before, it still felt new and exciting. I didn’t want him to be gentle tonight; I wanted to be fucked good and hard.

  “Please, Darren… I want you inside me.”

  He grabbed me again by the hips, turning me over so that I was leaning my face up against the pillows at the head of the bed, my curvy ass in the air and my back arched. I pushed it out, making it more inviting to him. He pulled my panties down slowly and deliberately, making my tight, wet pussy barely visible between the cheeks of my voluptuous ass. I reached a hand down to my clit, rubbing it for a second, then reaching further back, running a finger along my slit, inviting him to fuck me, to have his way with me right here, right now.

  Seeing me finger myself seemed to send Darren over the edge. I heard him grunt as he moved up against me with no hesitation, grabbing his cock and carefully positioning himself in between my legs. He touched his tip to my pussy lips and I heard myself moan. Just the thought of him, just knowing he was seconds away from being inside me was enough to make me feel pleasure course through my veins. He rubbed it up and down my slit, teasing me, making me wonder when he’d finally penetrate my waiting body.

  Then I felt him starting to ease in. I braced myself, preparing to be stretched to the limit by his gigantic member. Then suddenly he rammed his hard cock all the way into my tight, wet slit. A sharp gasp emitted from my lips. My muscles began to tense as he stroked in and out of me, alternately filling me up and withdrawing. Soon the slight pain of his size subsided and I felt pure ecstasy as he thrust into me, fucking me roughly, yet purposefully. He seemed to know exactly what I wanted from him, even though I’d barely said a word.

  I bucked and writhed, clenching my pussy tightly around his cock, pulling him into me ever deeper. He held my hips, shaking my body with all his force. My tits bounced as I grasped the headboard of the bed, trying to steady myself as he fucked me; as he thrust in and out of me.

  “YES! Fuck me harder! I love your cock, Darren. I want you so bad. Fuck me as hard as you can!”

  I was lost in the pleasure of him, having given myself over completely to the lust of my own body. Before, I don’t know if I’d ever realized how much I needed Darren, how completely necessary he was to my happiness. And now I knew for a fact that he would be part of my future. I didn’t know where life would take me. All I knew was that wherever I ended up, Darren would be at my side, with me always through both the bad and the good. But right now all I cared about was the vicious pounding he was giving me, the animalistic way he was making me bend to his every whim. I wanted it harder, I wanted him to fuck me with everything he had. And when he was done I wanted to be drenched in his cum, to taste his hot load on my lips. Or perhaps even better: feeling it swimming around inside me.

  He pulled his cock out of me, turning me over once again, but as soon as he’d done so he decided he wanted something different. He picked me up and laid me down on the floor in front of the bed. In an instant he was on top of me and I felt his cock slide back inside me, its brief absence only increasing my pleasure. He grabbed my full, supple tits as he fucked me now, soon reaching a hand back behind my head so he could get more leverage. He drove his cock inside me, further this time, bending my legs backwards, practically over my head. I moaned as I felt him deep inside my pussy. I had never been fucked like this in my entire life—so completely and thoroughly fucked.

  Darren’s thrusts grew more rhythmic, and I bucked against him, trying to match his rhythm to my own. My thoughts were incomprehensible, my words no longer intelligible as I moaned beneath him, my body pressed into the ground by his strong body. I had given myself over completely to the moment and now I could feel myself nearing climax. So I simply let him take complete control. I wanted him to ravage me. I felt my orgasm welling up inside me as an inevitability, his body heat mingling with mine, tantalizing me to the point of no return. He’d brought my voluptuous body this far, now I waited for him to take me to completion.

  And I wouldn’t have to wait long. I could hear him grunting, enjoying the feel of my tight pussy on his enormous dick. Giving him pleasure turned me on and just the thought of him shooting his load brought me close to orgasm. I looked into his eyes as he leaned in close to me, slowing down slightly to plant a brief, yet passionate kiss on my lips before thrusting faster and harder.

  “I’m gonna come,” I whimpered, “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

  This urged him on further and his thrusts became even more powerful and deliberate. As he shoved his cock in and out of me with everything he had, I finally realized that I couldn’t stave off my orgasm any longer. I gave up, losing myself in the rush, the wave of cathartic pleasure that pulsed through my body rocking me to my core.

  “Oh, Darren, I’m coming, oh, oh, I’m—” I was cut short, moaning with a pleasure I couldn’t possibly describe. I was breathing heavily, unable to speak. My body tingled and fell limp. I lay on the floor in complete satisfaction, feeling touched with bliss, lost in sexual perfection.

  Then I realized my job wasn’t done. Darren was still inside me, pounding my pussy. I wanted him to cum, too. I gathered my strength and started bucking, clenching my pussy to make it even tighter on his huge cock. I pushed my tits together, playing with my breasts as I moaned for him.

  “I want you to come on my face, baby. I want to taste your hot cum. Come on my face, baby, you fucked me so good,” I moaned as I circled my nipples, pushing my large breasts together. I could feel his strokes slowing, becoming weaker as he approached orgasm. Part of me wanted him to come right in my pussy. That would have been so hot, but I also wanted to taste his cum, I wanted to feel it dripping down my face and over my smooth, soft skin.

  Darren pulled out, jerking off his dick for a few seconds and then surprisingly plunging himself back inside me. I gasped, not expecting him to do that. He must love the feeling of my pussy, I thought. Maybe I should tell him to come inside me.

  Just as I was thinking this he pulled out again, jerking off his cock and shooting a massive load onto my tits. I moved my face forward to catch a second wave on my face, little droplets dripping over my lips and into my mouth. He continued to jerk himself off and the last drops splattered onto my stomach. In this moment I felt completion, having lost myself in this sexual heat. I fell back to the floor and closed my eyes, sighing in pleasure. I ran my tongue around my lips, tasting the remnants of his cum.

  I heard him get off from on top of me and walk over to the bar. If I had looked up, I would have seen him looking over at me. His blue eyes staring intensely at my voluptuous body, wanting to take me again and again, to ravage me and leave me on the ground
weakened with pleasure. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him, needed me as much as I needed him. We were meant to be together, and now we couldn’t imagine life any other way.

  I could have opened my eyes to see him staring down at me, but I didn’t need to. I didn’t need to open my eyes to confirm what I already knew: that the passion we felt was intense and meaningful, full of longevity and strength. It was something deep inside us, unquenchable, a thirst for each other’s bodies, yes, but it was more than that. It was the two of us as people that fit together so perfectly. Yes, lust was a part of it, but it was way more than just physical desire that I had for Darren. I wanted him completely: body, mind, and soul.

  I felt Darren lie down on the floor next to me. I looked over at him and we both broke into laughter. Man, he made me feel so crazy and wild.

  And I loved every minute of it.

  CHAPTER 32

  ———

  The next morning I woke up in bed next to Darren. The sunlight streamed in through my bedroom window, and I felt content. Everything was perfect right now. I held my hand up to the light and watched it glint off the huge rock I now wore on my ring finger. It made me smile, it’s beauty so permanent and mesmerizing. Then I reached over and wrapped my arms around Darren, running my fingers over the muscles of his arm, watching him contentedly as he slept so peacefully.

  His eyes opened and I pulled him in for a kiss, holding his body to mine, wanting him to take me again at this very moment, to revisit and enhance the intensity of last night. But Darren pulled his head away, touching my face and looking into my eyes.

  “What’s wrong, baby?” I asked, my voice slightly concerned, but in a more playful way. What could possibly be wrong at a moment like this?

  “There’s something I have to talk to you about,” said Darren. “And I wasn’t really sure when to bring it up, but I’ve got to get it off my chest because otherwise I’ll just keep running it over in my mind, trying to predict how you’ll react. But the only way I’ll know for sure is if I tell you.”