Zach the Captain
Page 4
“Emily.”
She quickly turned around and her eyes widened, tears starting to pool in her eyes. I walked toward her with a little smirk on my face and a new spring in my step because of the things I heard her say.
“We have got to stop meeting like this,” I repeated, and she glared at me, her eyes puffy as she slapped my arm.
“That’s not funny,” she said, hiccupping a little. I stared at her appearance, in beautiful disarray. Her hair was coming out of its plait and her purple gown had dirt on the hem and other places like she’d ran out on traffic. Her heels were on her hand, but one of the stilettos looked like they snapped off, and her feet must be dirty from all the running.
“Did you mean everything you said?” I asked softly, and she took a deep breath and nodded.
“I’m sorry I said all those things. There was a misunderstanding, and a part of me was convinced that you didn’t deserve the rough life of being with a man from the Army, at one point, but…,” I sighed, taking her hand in mine and putting it against my lips, kissing it reverently. “My mind is clear. It’s the fucking clearest it’s ever been, and it’s telling me that life is going to lose a lot of what makes it worth living if you’re not in it.”
“…Are you telling me what I think you’re telling me right now?” she said, smiling through tears.
“Maybe I could show you better than I could tell you,” I muttered before pulling her up against me, lowering my head so I can kiss her. I poured every bit of emotion I had for her into that one kiss, caressing her tongue with mine with every bit of love I can muster.
When we finally pulled away to catch our breath, I just laid my forehead against her, breathing heavily, ignoring the loud applause from the crowd that gathered around us. Nothing else mattered but Emily.
“I love you,” I whispered.
“Of course, you do,” she whispered back.
***
I didn’t know how many red lights we ran, but both of us were too keyed up and both of us understood that we’ve wasted enough time already. We’d already spoken the words; now it was time to express it through our bodies.
We booked a room at the nearest hotel and we held ourselves long enough not to make out in the elevator, but as soon as we inserted the card to open the door, I picked her up in my arms and dumped her in the bed, kicking the door shut.
Our hands started to roam around each other’s body, our lips practically glued together and I started fondling her breasts through the silk gown she was wearing before reaching for the zipper on the side, pulling it down until her dress pooled at her feet, revealing her beautiful body. I inserted my fingers inside her bra until they brushed over her nipples lightly. I took the tip between my thumb and forefinger, tweaking them like a dial until they pebbled and stiffened up. I pinched it lightly and she bit my lip hard in response, enough to make me growl and kiss her harder. Her taste was intoxicating and I think I’d never be able to get enough of her.
I pulled away from her mouth and she whimpered in protest, her eyes looking at me like I just did something wrong. I grinned evilly and pinched her nipple again, making her cry out.
“Take your bra off,” I ordered, my voice coming out like a harsh member.
She reached behind her to unclasp her bra and I immediately placed my hands over her breasts, squeezing and fondling them, paying them with such meticulous attention. I pressed her back down on the mattress and took her nipple in my mouth, biting it lightly with my teeth then soothing it with my tongue.
I felt her hands crawling down my back until she caught ahold of the end of my shirt. She tried to pull it over my head and I let her, still worshipping her body like no tomorrow. Finally, I stopped feasting on her breasts and sat up, placing my hands on her stomach and letting my fingertips brush along her creamy skin until it reached the edge of her underwear. I pulled them off along with her panties until she was lying naked before me.
Her cheeks were flushed and her black hair spread around the pillow like a crown.
“You’re too overdressed,” she whispered, her eyes trailing down my chest until it focused on the tent forming in my pants.
I smirked and unsnapped the buttons of my pants, pushing them past my hips then letting them fall to the ground. Emily moaned at the sight of my already stiff cock and she pulled herself up and took hold of my erection, making me hiss at her grip.
She pumped her hands on my cock a few times and then she lowered her head and kissed the tip before sucking on the head.
She went lower, taking almost half of my cock into her mouth and moaned, the vibrations from it wrapping around my cock. I tensed up and concentrated on stopping myself from coming. As much as I loved being in her mouth, I really wanted to come somewhere else. I pulled her higher onto the mattress so I could lift her legs over my shoulder and adjusted my cock so the head would brush against her core. I moved against her a little, teasing her with my length until she whimpered in protest.
“Stop teasing me, already!” she mewled, and her hand went down towards her pussy, one of her fingers already pushing the tip inside and I groaned at the sight of her pleasuring herself.
I growled and slapped her hand away before thrusting my hips forward, driving my length inside of her with one swift stroke. She screamed loudly, her nails digging into my arms and I bit my lip while I waited for her to acclimate to my size.
The sweat on my brow was dripping down the side of my face when I felt Emily finally relax and I started to ride her. I pumped into her slowly, gaining speed with each thrust and she rewarded me with gasps and moans that only added to my pleasure. I pistoned my hips harder, deeper until I felt her walls clench around me so tightly, I feared she was going to squeeze my come out. I bent down and captured Emily’s mouth in a bruising kiss, our tongues battling for dominance until she pulled away and opened her mouth in a silent scream. Her walls started undulating around me, triggering my release and I growled her name as I came, filling her with my seed.
The power of my release made me quiver violently and I collapsed on top of Emily, our bodies spent and breathing heavily.
After a few minutes, I pushed myself to the side and pulled Emily against me, unwilling to pull out inside her. She looked at me with sleepy eyes, smiling coquettishly before giving me a soft peck on the lips. She snuggled against me like a contented cat, and I almost drifted off when she said one more thing:
“If you leave me in the morning to go to the Army, I am going to cut your balls off,” she said.
As tired as I was, I couldn’t help but laugh hard at that and held her closer against me.
“Nope. Not for a while.”
Epilogue
14 months later…
Emily rubbed her swollen belly in a circular motion while she used her other hand to support her back, waddling slowly towards the sofa so she could finally sit down. She sighed with relief as she plopped down, looking up at the calendar morosely. It had been eight months since Zach left for the Army and for the first few months, Emily was doing fine with her pregnancy but now that she was reaching her term, she was getting less and less energetic.
Beyond that, she was also missing Zach terribly. She had been trying to contain herself for weeks from picking up her phone and calling him, but she was close to losing her patience. The little baby boy inside her belly wouldn’t stop squirming around too, so despite how tired she felt, she was also feeling restless at the same time.
“Oh, God. I want to call him. I want to call him so bad,” she muttered to herself, looking up at the ceiling. She couldn’t hold herself back any longer. She had to call him right now, or she was going to combust. She grunted in defeat before sitting up and grabbing the phone with every intention of calling him but before she could, it lit up and started ringing. “Hello?”
“Hey, baby. How are you feeling tonight?” Zach asked from the other line. Emily breathed a sigh of relief at the sound of his voice.
“Ugh. Good, now that you called,”
she admitted, leaning back against the couch again. She felt a slight pressure on her stomach and started rubbing her baby bump in a circular motion again. “By the way, your offspring just kicked. I think he’s saying, “Hi.”
Zach chuckled at this. “Tell our little soccer star hello, too.”
“I miss you so much,” Emily moaned sadly. “I wish you could come home soon.”
“Oh, yeah?” he asked, and she nodded her head before saying answering.
“I miss you a lot. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, lately. All I know I’ve been hoping your tour ends sooner so that you can come home already. Besides, I really don’t think I can handle giving birth to your offspring all by myself,” she explained.
“Ah, I see,” he muttered.
“I mean, it would’ve been nice to have been married before I gave birth, but eh. It’s cool. We can talk about it whenever you’re here and you’re ready,” she added and he hummed thoughtfully.
“Funny you should say that actually,” he said. “Just checking, but if I ask you to marry me, you are going to say yes, right?”
She snorted, “Of course, I was.”
“That’s really good then. Actually, this is perfect.”
“Hmm? Why is that?” she asked, her eyebrows raising up curiously.
Zach was standing outside their apartment door with a shit-eating grin on his face. He held the phone against his ear with his duffel on the floor and his other hand holding a diamond ring between his fingers.
“Because I’m right outside the door and I’m about to ask you to marry me.”
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