The Soldier Next Door

If I have not said this before, I am saying this again. Life is made up of a series of defining moments, most of them determined by you but a few, some by others. How I choose, next, will define what my relationship with Ana will become.

“So what do you say, soldier? Will you spend the night with me?”

“I… uhm… I…”

She asked me to spend the night, not have sex; it does not mean that if that is the only thing I have on my mind right now that she has. She wants to share a bed with me, to sleep, well that is what I think. What the hell does spend the night mean these days?

“I promise I don’t bite, well only if you don’t want me to.”

“If you allow me to bite back, then I will definitely stay with you.”

“You can do anything you want to me, soldier.”

“You say anything?”

I lean down and softly kiss the tender area at the base of her neck.

“Mmm, carry on doing that, and I am definitely chasing your brother away.”

“Can you keep that mouth still for one second so I can kiss those lips?”

“And if I don’t?”

“Well, then I am just going to have to pin you down to that chair.”

“Start pinning soldier boy because I ain’t zipping them.”

“Hahaha, I am not that easy, my boo.”

She leans her head closer to me, and her lips meet mine. The touch is passionate and filled with hunger. There is a fire rushing through my veins.

“Mmmm, you taste so sweet; I need more of that.”

She runs her hand down my chest, tangling her fingers in my shirt’s buttons.

“And I need more of this.”

“Hahaha, you need more of my clothes?”

She bites at my lower lip.

“I want what is underneath this shirt.”

“If you keep on biting like that, you might just get it.”

“I thought you were going to bite back?”

“Who said I was going to bite your lips.”

“Hahaha, are you having dirty thoughts there, soldier?”

“I was talking about your neck; what are you thinking about, my boo?”

I pull her hair to the side to expose the bare of her neck; gently, I lay soft kisses up and down. The fire that is burning between our bodies is twisting and turning, ready to explode.”

Just as I start working my way back up to her tender, smooth lips, Matt interrupts

“Hey lovebirds, me and Chloe are going to head on out; she is not feeling so well.”

“Sure, man, let me walk you out.” Before he can even protest, I am up and ready to see him at the door.

“Chloe, my ass is sick,” I just look at him, knowing what stunt he is trying to pull. “Why don’t you guys just stay here?”

“So you can have an excuse not to finish what you are starting there.”

“I am not starting anything.”

“Ya, right, you are only about to devour her like an animal there.”

“She is goddamn gorgeous; how can I not want to.”

“Bro, don’t overthink the shit, just see how far you are willing to take it.”

“Hahaha, if you see me with a shiner, then you know how far it went.” 

“Hey, she might even surprise you. Now get back there before she gets cold.”

“Fuck man, you make her sound like a piece of meat.”

“Bro, just get your dumb ass back there. I will see you in the morning.”

I show both of them out and make my way back to Ana. That calm, carefree me of before is now completely gone; once again, I am terrified to be alone with her.

As I turn the corner by the deck, she is sitting there as beautiful as ever.

“Do you want more wine, soldier?”

“Please, boo, let me go grab a full bottle.”

I make my way to the kitchen; I know what I am doing, and I better stop it; it is not like I can come to the kitchen every half hour now, can I. Trust me, I swear I will find something else to do. Maybe I should just go home. Second thought, maybe she does not want more, and I am just overthinking shit, as Matt said.

I get a bottle of red from the counter and make my way back to the deck. Before I sit down again, I pour us both a full glass.

“Shame. I hope Chloe feels all right.”

“Come one boo, do you really think she is sick? As far as I know, her parents are away for the weekend.”

“Hahaha, look at me being a dumb bimbo.”

“Hahaha, you said that, not me.”

“Hey, you better watch out, soldier.”

“Or what?”

She puts her glass down on the table, my body freezes.

“Or this.”

Our lips crash together like colliding stars. Everything around us fades away; the only thing that exists is the passion and the spark between us. My hand moves to the back of her head, and my fingers tangle in her thick brown hair, pulling her even closer. I press my tongue to the seam of her lips and delve inside her mouth.

“Mmm, you have never kissed me like this before.” She says as a small moan escapes from her lips.

“Do you want me to stop?” 

She does not answer; she goes to work at the buttons of my shirt. Undoing them slowly, one by one, until she has me fully exposed. Her hands work their way around my body, feeling each crevasse, each line along my perfect chest. She runs her hand down to the lining of my denim and slides it between the fabric and my skin. My entire body stiffens.

“I.. I… hold that thought; I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Fuck soldier, you have the worst timing in the world.”

I rush off my chair and go to the bathroom. Fuck! What is wrong with me, I have the most gorgeous woman in the world all over me, and I keep on running away.

I drop my pants to the floor and sit on the side of the bath. I need to see how bad my leg is still bruised from the other day and if I want her to see it. I relax my leg and press the depress release button on the top part of my prosthesis. Gently and slowly, I move the prosthesis just a little from the remaining part of my leg and release the button. I slowly pull the prosthetic socket from my leg. The bruising has gone down a bit but do I still want her to see it.

I put my leg back on and join up with her at the deck again.

“I almost thought you went all missing on me there again, soldier.”

“Hahaha, you missing me that much already.”

“Come here so I can show you how much I have really missed you.”

She pulls me closer by my belt and presses her lips against my rippled stomach. I gasp, and a deep moan escapes my lips.

“Mmm, that feels amazing, boo.”

She runs her hand over the bulge that is forming in my pants.

“Oh god, Ana!” Is the only words I can get out before she massages me in the palm of her hand.

“Fuck Ana.”

She continues to rub my ever-so-growing erection. I am throbbing and ready to explode.

“Boo, if you keep doing that, then I am going to explode.”

“But that is the whole point, soldier.”

“Fuck I don’t even think I will last for a minute.”

How do I give her what she wants without having to bare myself nude in front of her? I am not ready, not today, maybe tomorrow or the day after but not today?

I lift her up from the chair around the waist and slide her ass onto the cold table. She screams at the touch. “Damn, that is freezing. I knew I should not have worn a skirt.”

“But then I could not have done this.”

I slide my hand up her thighs and knot my fingers in the elastic of her panties. I slowly start pulling them down her legs.

“What are you doing soldier,”

“Ssshhh. Do you want me to stop?”

“Mmm, please don’t.”

She raises her knees as I pull her panties over and toss them to the side.

She works at the buckle of my pants, but I push her body down onto the table and pin her down by her hands. I look at her half-naked body that is glowing in the light of the moon. I have not had a woman for as long as I can remember, and I want her now.

“Ana, I want you; I don’t think I can keep it in anymore.”

“Soldier, I have wanted you since the very first day we met.”

“Fuck boo.”

I start to unbuckle my belt and drop my pants just enough not to see my prosthetic leg.

Then before I know-how, our naked skin is moving softly together, and I am inside of her. She arches her back, I grab her by the waist, and I plunge into her. She screams and grabs the edges of the table. I slow down, and our tongues entwine in a kiss. In seconds I am thrusting and fucking her again.

“Oh, soldier, that feels so good.”

“Do you want me to go faster, boo?”

“Mmm, yes, go faster.”

She gyrates in slow insistent circles; I rock with every thrust. Our bodies are bucking and arching and colliding in almost perfect rhythm.

“Fuck Ana, you feel so good.”

“Mmm, go harder, soldier.”

I keep up the rhythm relentlessly. With each stroke, I slide my hot throbbing flesh completely into her. I drive in deeper, with each thrust increasing pace.

“Boo, I am not going to last for much longer.”

I can no longer resist the increasing pressure. It’s hard to hold back, to make the moment last. I am so caught between the intoxication of the climax and extending a moment; I never want it to end.

I let out a deep growl as I find my release. With one final thrust, my body shudders, and I explode inside of her. In that split second, every nerve in my body is electrified.

My body falls down, panting until we both catch our breaths

Once I have regained my balance, I quickly pull up my pants before she gets off the table.

Wow, soldier, where did you learn that?”

“Hahaha, definitely not at the Corps.”

“Did not take you for the table kind of guy.”

“Hey, a man had to improvise, did not think I would make it to the bedroom.

“Hahaha, we are going to have to go to the bedroom sooner or later.”

And that poses a whole new problem. I cannot sleep with my prosthesis. I might have avoided the sex part, but how do I get past this one.