by Dee Stone
“You only need to worry about me if you plan to hurt her, otherwise don’t mind me.” Christofer commanded as he tried to steer David’s thoughts away from me.
“I know where Manda lives, but I can find you and show you what I’ve learned overseas,” David blustered, his voice heavy with smugness and betrayal. Although why he would feel betrayed I have no idea.
Christofer boomed a laugh, “Go ahead, boy, and find me. Show me what you’ve learned. I have no need to bluster and threaten.”
“Boy. So, that means you’re an older man. Figures she would go from someone like me, young and able, to someone old and done.” David barked a laugh as he tried to belittle Christofer with words that never struck their target.
“Boy. Because that is what you are and always will be until you learn manners and respect. No matter how old you are.” There was a harsh indrawn breath from David, showing Christofer had hit the mark with his words. Yes, David could never be the man Christofer was until he grew up mentally. At twenty-one, he was still a boy emotionally.
David drew a breath to say more but Christofer cut him short, “Enough of this. It’s getting us nowhere. Heed my words. Stay away from Amanda. She wants nothing to do with you.” And he punched the word off with a heavy finger.
Chapter Five
Christofer
I turned slowly to gaze at Amanda, afraid I would see scorn in her eyes but instead there was admiration and delight. With a touch of wistful lust.
That lustful gaze as her eyes roamed over my body caused mine to thrum with the need for hers like I hadn’t felt since I was a young buck. She rose with a supple grace of youth, gliding to me on swift feet. Her hands reached out to touch my grease splattered t shirt.
I drew a deep breath in and held it as her hands roamed over my chest, gliding to inspect and examine every muscle and curvature her little hands could find. She was killing me, but I remained still for her examination. As her hands drew lower to my abdominal muscles my dick jerked as she got closer and I grabbed her hands before she got too close.
She gazed up at me, blinking rapidly as she bit her bottom lip, ready to step back in embarrassment. I didn’t want that. But I wanted to be sure this was what she wanted.
“If you keep going, you’ll rise the monster. So to speak. Is that what you want? To keep going?” I wanted her to say yes. Oh, how I wanted her to say yes, but I had enough restraint to wait.
Her gaze roamed over me again, this time settling on my growing bulge, biting her lip as she did so. Her hands reached out again to travel lower and I closed my eyes and groaned.
“Did I hurt you?” she asked, her voice strained. I opened my eyes to gaze at her apprehensive face,. She drew her hands back to pull and pluck at her fingers, her gaze anxious.
“No, baby girl, you didn’t hurt me. Unless you meant it to. The touch of your hands on me is amazing. But it makes me want to do other things to you that I don’t think you’re ready for.” The restraint I used was painful. All I wanted was to throw her on her back and take her. Use her and love her. Love? Yes, I was filled with that emotion already. Since the day I had met her.
“How do you know I’m not ready?” She stepped back and with a swift motion drew her t shirt over her head to stand before me in a white camisole. I could only imagine what was under that. And imagine I did, making my cock even harder.
“Amanda.” I groaned again, my hands itching to reach for her to yank her to me. But, I didn’t, not yet. She moved her hands down and her brown eyes stayed steady on mine as she pulled the camisole up and over her head and tossed it onto the floor.
There she stood, the vision before me. More than I could have imagined. She reached behind her to unlatch the white demi-bra and let it hang briefly before she gave slight movements of her shoulders to let the garment fall to the floor.
She stepped closer, touching my hands to bring them to her breasts for me to cup them. My thumb rubbed back and forth over her nipples, making them peak into sharp nubs and her breaths came fast and hard as her passion rose.
My fingers curled around her breasts cupping them, as I fondled and molded the plumpness. Amanda pressed her chest closer to me as her fingers swept down my torso to my waist to curl her fingers against the bottom of my t shirt and began to tug it up until it met my arms.
“Raise your arms,” She instructed, as she tugged again.
“What?” I knew what she was doing but at the moment I was more interested in her breasts than her getting my shirt off.
“Raise your arms,” she repeated imperially. Impatient woman.
I liked this demanding woman who knew what she wanted.
So, I raised my arms and she yanked at my shirt and I bent over so she could pull it over my head and arms to throw it onto the couch.
Immediately, I cupped one breast, lifting it up so I could suck on her nipple as my other hand went to her ass to mold and fondle the jean clad flesh.
I was in ecstasy that she was finally in my arms. But I wasn’t the only one exploring. Her hot little hands traveled down my sides and my back until she reached my pants where her fingers worked their way to my front and began to pull my belt off.
She gave a hum of happiness when the buckle released and she worked at the button and the final rip of the zipper. She tugged on my jeans until they slipped down my hips and legs. They stuck at at my boots.
The bulge in my tight briefs had her staring in awe, which made me almost crow in boastful pride. Just as she gripped the waistband of my briefs, my phone rang on the hall table. The ring tone let me know it was my commanding officer. His ring tone? The sound of doom. Dum ta dum dum.
I couldn’t abandon her like this, but I couldn’t ignore that either. Rock and hard place.
My head rose from her breast with a last regretful lick to her nipple to touch my forehead to hers, both of us panting as if we had run a marathon. The phone rang again which meant it was important. Important enough to disturb me on my day off.
“You have to get that. I know.” Amanda said in a dazed voice, but she stepped back so I could pull my pants up, throw my shirt on, and get to my phone.
Grabbing my phone, I punched the return call button and waited as the major general’s phone rang and rang. Finally he picked up with a harsh, “Yes?”
“It’s Christofer, sir.”
“Aw, Chris. Glad you called back right away. I have somewhere for you to be in the morning. Be at the helicopter pads at 0 six hundred hours. I’ll be there as well and will brief you then.” Major General Grisolm clicked off so fast I didn’t have time to respond. It must have been important for him to cut me off like that. Then I remembered Amanda and our unfinished business. It would break my heart to leave her so soon but there was no way I could deny my commanding officer and tell him what? I met a girl and I need more time to spend getting to know her? And how long would I be gone? A few days? A month? A year? At least until I knew what this mission was about.
I lifted my head and set my phone back down on the side table to stare into the other room where Amanda waited. Our unfinished business.
And it would still be unfinished.
Chapter Six
Amanda
The slam of a fist pounding into wood startled me, making me jump. Why would he be so angry unless something bad happened? The only possibility to me was someone had died, and that made my heart pound in my chest.
Christofer appeared in the open doorway a frown on his face as he rubbed the back of his neck and up over his short dark brown hair.
I pressed my hands to my throat I remembered I had no shirt or bra on.
My cheeks heated as I scrambled for the shirt and bra, both thrown on the couch. Pulling the clothes on, I sucked in several deep breaths trying to calm myself.
“Amanda. I have to leave at 0 six hundred hours in the morning,” he stated, as he stalked to me and placed his hands on my upper arms.
“What are you going for?” My fingers clutched each other as I held my hands in front of m
e. Overseas again? My heart stopped. Afghanistan? “Christofer. Not Afghanistan. Please, God, no!” Fear clutched at me and I began to shiver as if I had a fever. Nausea welled up in my throat.
He tugged me to him, his arms around my waist, holding me close. I clutched at his shirt, my hands gripping handfuls as I cuddled into his arms. Christofer whispered into my ear, “I don’t know anything about the operation. My commanding officer just told me where to be and what time. It’ll be classified anyway.”
“I don’t want to be away from you at all after just finding each other.”
He lowered his head until our foreheads touched.
“I want to be with you right now. At least we’ll have this,” I said as I tugged at the bottom of his shirt but he restrained me by holding my wrists together with one hand.
“Amanda, no. Not like this. Not just one night. I want forever.” He yanked me into his arms again, holding me tight as if he’d never let me go.
“I want more than one night as well, but I want tonight.” I tipped my head up to gaze into his brown eyes full of unspoken emotions.
“Amanda.” He groaned trying to deny me, but my hand lowered to the aching bulge in his jeans, my fingers massaging and teasing.
Christofer lowered his head to mine, taking my cheeks between his hands. His thumbs stroked my skin as his lips met mine. His tongue explored mine, seeking entrance to my mouth as I opened to him.
Our tongues met in an age old dance, since time began, giving and taking, advancing and retreating.
I knew he finally gave in when he yanked my white blouse off, tiny buttons flying every which way in his impatience. The bra faced the same destruction now that he was freed to acknowledge his lust.
Not wanting my skirt to face the same fate, I ripped the zipper down easily popping the two buttons as well. I tugged the skirt down my hips and let the garment slip down my legs to pool at my feet where I kicked it out of the way for safety.
But Christofer still being clothed bothered me enough that I frowned. I yanked at the t shirt with the same impatience he showed and he obliged me by bending over to pull it over his head and toss it away. The belt and jeans followed, with shoes and socks.
I had the privilege to now study his naked body and he was still built even at the age of forty. He must have worked out every day to maintain that lean machine of muscles. He wasn’t muscle bound, but I could see he was still a strong man. His skin was decorated with scars galore from all the battles he had been in during his army life, but to me he was a thing of beauty. A real man and one I couldn’t wait to have.
His fingers meshed with mine, startling me as I had studied him. “Let’s go upstairs and get comfortable.”
I nodded and followed him, running up the stairs two at a time. When we reached his bedroom, I was surprised at how large it was. There was enough room for a small table and comfortable chair off to the side of the queen sized bed.
He picked me up by my thighs and I squealed in surprise. Gently, he lay me on the bed, placing pillows under my head. Christofer gave me a hard, open-mouthed kiss before he slid down my body to start kissing my ankles. Gingerly, he worked his way up the inside of my thighs to my most private area, where he kissed and lapped around my folds.
My hips bucked involuntarily as his finger brushed over my clit to gather wetness from my channel to smooth over my clit as he began to rub furiously.
He switched from long, slow licks, to rubbing with his finger building me up until I almost fell off the cliff. He stopped to kiss me, fondling and lapping at one nipple while he pulled and twisted the other.
The only words I was capable of saying was, “arggg.”
The taste of myself on his lips was indescribable. After kissing me, he went back to licking and nipping at my clit and hole.
I grabbed the comforter with both hands, yanking the thick material up over my head as I thrashed my body, wiggling, almost trying to get away because it felt so overwhelming, but oh, so good.
“Want me to stop?” Christofer asked, a smile in his voice.
“Yes. Nonono!” I couldn’t contain a single thought. The pleasure was unable to be curbed any longer. I arched my back and tossed my head as electricity as hot as lightening ran through my body.
My passage fluttered as the orgasm continued on and on. My breath stalled in my chest. Christofer resumed his licking and lapping as he thrust first one finger and then two in my center, pumping faster and harder through the aftershocks traveling through my body.
He raised onto his forearms to position his body over mine, his dick at my center when I blurted out, “I’ve never done this before.”
Christofer froze as he digested what I had just told him. His eyes dilated with pleasure and he leaned his head back to close his eyes at what I had just told him. “Never with your boyfriend?” His voice was hoarse.
“No. I wouldn’t let him. I just...” I paused and heat flushed my cheeks, “I just didn’t feel what I feel with you.” The last three words I whispered.
“Oh, baby. I feel so privileged that I am your first.” Christofer lowered his head to me, smacking his lips to mine, once, twice and a third time, sweetly.
I reached up to cross my arms behind his neck to whisper in his ear, “Well, are you going to do anything about it or should I take care of myself?”
Christofer growled, and pressed the tip of his cock against my entrance, before he paused. “Are you sure? Be sure.”
“Move. I’m sure damnit.” I wiggled the lower half of my body trying to press my pussy against his dick but he only grinned. He eased himself into me, inch by inch until he hit my barrier. He pulled back and then surged forward, then he stopped to be sure I was okay.
“I’m fine.” I grunted at him. “Move.”
“Your wish is my command.” Christofer pulled back and pushed his hips forward, watching my face for any kind of pain.
“Faster.” I bucked my hips to meet his and he began to piston into me, pounding me harder, my body clamping down on him. He bucked into me harder and faster. Wilder, losing control. I loved that loss of control. Spots danced before my eyes, nerve endings fired, making me lose control as well. My fingernails dug into his scalp, scraping down the back of his head and I pulled his head down to my chest.
He leaned his head down to take a nipple into his mouth, suckling as he thrust so hard it feels like he hit my cervix and we were one. Warmth filled me inside as he ejaculated. Christofer made three more lighter thrusts until he went soft. His forehead rested against my neck, his sweat wet against my throat.
Raising his head, he nuzzled my breast, lapping and lightly biting and my breath caught in my throat as my desire rose up again.
“Are you sore?” he asked, still resting on his forearms, hovering over me, his mouth back on my nipple.
I considered how my body felt. Sore yes. A little. Muscles ache more though.
“A little.” I nod. “But I think I can survive. I can rest tomorrow.”
“Good, because I want to give you a night to remember until I get back.” Christofer said, as he sat up thrusting his hard chest out and gazing right into my eyes.
I sat up too, but my hand went directly to his cock, running my hand up and down as I smirked, “I’m sure it will be for both of us.”
“I will care for you always. You are mine and I am yours.” Christofer cowed with tears in his eyes.
THE END
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A SOLDIER FOR STELLA
Chapter Seven
Stella
Oh, my. I couldn’t believe how Carter had grown into a man. A beautiful, muscled man. I stood, just inside my house and watched through the patio sliding window as he hefted himself out of the pool with his arms and shook his head like a dog, sending sprays of water droplets flying. He had to be at least six foot two or three with buzz-cut dirty blond hair and dark green eyes and a six pack. No, I think I could count eight squ
ares on his amazing abdomen. I had to check the corners of my mouth for drool. When my brother said his best friend Carter Milford would be getting leave from the Army and visiting us for two weeks, I couldn’t believe my eyes. For the last six years they had communicated through texts and face time but hadn’t seen each other otherwise. When Carter had mentioned he had two weeks leave, Travis invited him here.
I stepped out of the house, pretending confidence in my red one piece, fifties style, dress bathing suit. Some girls called me fat, but I called myself pleasantly plump. Yes, my thighs were thick and my hips were big, but my waist was small and some men enjoyed looking at me. But all I would let them do was look. I was twenty years old now, and hadn’t found the man to pop my cherry yet, but that man might be Carter.
The tip of my tongue poked out to lick my bottom lip as Carter knelt on the tile beside the pool watching me as if mesmerized by my every movement. I guess he was one of those guys that like plump girls.
Not watching where I was going, I went flying over a lounge chair and would have hit the tile hard if Carter hadn’t jumped up to catch me before I broke something. Other than my pride that is. He sat on the grass portion of our patio with me lying on top of him. He had caught me in his arms and rolled with me on top so I wouldn’t get hurt.
Carter leaned back against the lounge chair and my hips settled against his making something large bump up against my stomach. Was that…? I glanced down and the waist of his swim shorts had loosened in his catch and the tip of his now hard dick pressed against me.
He grinned, not apologetic at all. I scrambled to get up, but he held me by my hips as I accidentally ground my now wet, bathing-suit-covered-pussy against him as I’m straddling him. He threw his head back and groaned and I became fascinated by the way his throat bobbed up and down.
“Hello, Stella. Long time no see.” His eyelids dropped until they half covered his striking, forest green eyes. One side of his mouth lifted in his signature half smile. I remembered how me and all the other girls my age at the time had crushes on him. I became devastated when he and his parents moved to Nebraska. And here he was back in California. I had heard some of Travis’s phone conversation with Carter the other night. He was now stationed in Northern California, so it hadn’t taken him long to do the drive down to San Diego.