Until Her Smile: Happily Ever Alpha World

by Samantha Lind

  “You like that?” I say against her skin.

  I separate long enough to tug my shirt off, then make quick work of both sets of our shorts.

  “Fuck, I’ll be right back, need to grab a condom,” I tell her before I sprint to the bedroom and return less than a minute later, condom already open and ready to be rolled down my cock.

  I trail my fingers up her inner thigh and circle my thumb around her clit, pulling a cry from her lips. When I sink two fingers into her pussy, she’s wet and ready for me.

  “Ready, baby?”

  “Ready.”

  I pull my fingers out and bring them to my mouth, sucking her juices from my fingers. I slide my cock against her clit, pulling a few more whimpers from her before I thrust in, bringing cries of pleasure from both of us.

  I find a rhythm, listening to Stacey’s moans as I bring my lips to her neck. The couch doesn’t leave us with as much space as the bed does, but the smaller space has this feeling more intimate. Something about tonight just feels different, special in some way.

  “I’m close,” she says, pulling me in for a deep kiss. I increase the pace of my thrusts and feel as she falls apart, her body spasming around my cock as she orgasms. Her release triggers my own and I slam into her one last time as I come undone.

  “That was amazing,” she says, a few minutes later.

  “You’re killing me, woman. How am I going to leave you tomorrow?”

  “I don’t know,” she states as a tear rolls down her cheek. I wipe it away with the pad of my thumb, hating that I’ve made her cry.

  “Don’t cry, gorgeous. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

  “It just sucks that tomorrow is already almost here. I know it isn’t the end of the world and I’ll see you next weekend, but it still sucks.”

  “I know, and this week will go by faster than we know it.”

  “How did you swoop in and change my life so fast? Become so important to me?” she whispers.

  “I should be asking you that. I’m the one that was cynical toward relationships before I met you. I think it’s all you. You’re the special one in this relationship.”

  “I think it’s us together.”

  “You might just be right.”

  I wake the next morning, hating the fact that I have to leave in a matter of hours. Knowing I have to leave Stacey and return to base, to my job and life before I met her. I pull her closer, kissing the top of her head, before I force myself to fall back to sleep for a while longer. My plan is to take off after dinner tonight, so we’ve still got all day together.

  A couple hours later, I wake back up when I feel the bed dip and feel cold feet against my legs.

  “Fuck, that’s cold,” I mumble sleepily.

  “Sorry.” She giggles as she kisses me. “My feet got cold while I was up making us coffee.”

  “I’ll forgive you if you brought me some.”

  “Of course I did,” she says, pointing to two mugs on the nightstand.

  “You’re an angel,” I tell her, pulling her back in for another kiss.

  “I was thinking I could make us some breakfast before we get going this morning.”

  “I won’t be opposed to that. How about a shower together first?” I suggest, sliding my lips along her exposed neck, pulling a few moans from her.

  “Th-that sounds good,” she says on another moan.

  Our morning slips by way too quickly, as does our afternoon together. We returned to my dad’s house after lunch and ordered some takeout for dinner. As the hours ticked by today, I could feel the melancholy setting in for both of us. Stacey has become increasingly quiet as our hours quickly run out and the time comes for me to head back to base.

  “It was good to have to you home again,” my dad says, wrapping me into a hug.

  “I’m glad I got to come back,” I tell him, slapping him on the back. “I’m sure I’ll be back again soon.”

  I wink at Stacey over his shoulder, and watch as she wipes at a tear that threatens to fall.

  “I’m sure you will,” Dad says, a teasing tone lacing his voice. “And if this young lady has anything to do with me getting to see more of you, well, then I approve of that.”

  “Thank you for letting me take so much of Peyton’s time this past week, and for inviting me into your home.”

  “Don’t be a stranger. You’re welcome here anytime, whether he’s in town or not. I won’t turn away a beautiful young woman as a dinner companion.”

  “I’ll have to keep that in mind,” she says, as a small smile crests her lips.

  I finish saying goodbye to my dad and haul my stuff out to my truck before walking back inside. Stacey followed me over here in her own car, knowing we’d say goodbye when we both parted from here.

  “Bye, Dad, I’ll see you in a few weeks,” I tell him, shaking his hand one last time.

  “Drive safe,” he tells me before I follow Stacey outside.

  “Fuck, this is harder than I thought it would be,” Stacey says as I pull her into my arms. I bury my face into her hair and neck, pulling in a lungful of air filled with her scent.

  “I’m going to miss you so damn much,” I mumble into her hair.

  “Me too.” She sniffles.

  I lean back and cup her face in both hands, swiping at the tears sliding down her cheeks with the pads of my thumbs.

  “Friday night will be here before we know it, and we’ll spend the entire weekend together, just you and me.”

  “Promise?” she asks with a wobbly smile.

  “Promise,” I confirm, dropping my lips to hers. I hold her close and deepen the kiss. Not wanting to let her go, I back her up against her car and kiss her for who knows how long. I kiss her until our lips are swollen. The words I love you are on the tip of my tongue, but it has to be way too early to say them to her, doesn’t it? I don’t want to scare her, so I hold them back, knowing there will be a better time to tell her how much she means to me.

  “I should probably go,” I finally tell her, putting one step of distance between us.

  “Okay,” she says, another tear sliding down her face. I pull her in for one last hug, holding her as tight as I can against me.

  “Drive safe and call me when you make it home, please,” she asks before we break apart.

  “Of course,” I promise her.

  She kisses me one more time and turns to open her car door. I hold it open for her while she slides in, then lean in and press a kiss to her lips before I pull back and shut the door. I double tap the roof of her car, then step back while she pulls out of the driveway. I watch as she disappears down the street before I climb up into my truck and pull out myself, wondering how I’m going to make it through the coming week without her.

  Chapter Twelve

  Peyton

  Thankfully, the past week back on base has kept me crazy busy. So busy, I hardly had time to miss Stacey during the day. My nights were a completely different story. We FaceTimed each night once we were both home. Not being able to hold her and kiss her each day sucked ass, but that will make her arriving here in just a little while all worth it.

  She texted me about twenty minutes ago that she was leaving her apartment, so I expect her to be pulling up to the base gates in about an hour, depending on traffic. I have to meet her up at the visitor center to get her a pass to get on base when she visits.

  I take another look around my apartment to make sure I didn’t miss cleaning anything. Not quite sure why I’m worried, I’ve always kept a clean and tidy living space. I check the fridge to make sure everything is ready for the dinner I plan to make for the two of us once Stacey is safely here. I’m not sure either of us will be able to keep from tearing each other’s clothes off as soon as we walk back in the door, so I’ve decided against making dinner before she gets here. This way, I can make it whenever we’re ready to eat tonight.

  After checking and double-checking, I glance at the clock and see the hour has finally almost passed. I head out to my truck a
nd drive over to the base visitor center. I pull in the parking lot but don’t see her car yet, so I head inside to get a start on the paperwork I have to fill out.

  A short while later, with all the information I can fill out without her driver’s license and car information, I sit back and wait for her to arrive. It feels like forever, when in reality, it’s only about five minutes before the door opens, and in she walks.

  “Hey!” She practically runs over to me, throwing her arms around my neck as I lift her off her feet, pulling her tight against my body. I take in a deep breath, breathing her into my lungs. Her sweet smell has my dick hardening against the zipper of my jeans. “I missed you,” she says against my ear.

  “Missed you, too, gorgeous,” I reply, kissing her just under and behind her ear. I feel the shiver that slides down her body from the contact. “What do you say we get you that pass and get out of here? I’ve got plans for tonight that don’t include standing around the guard shack.”

  “Sounds like a plan.” She drops a quick kiss to my lips before I set her back down on her feet.

  We quickly finish up the paperwork. The soldier on duty issues her the pass and we make our way out to the parking lot.

  “Have you ever been on a military base before?”

  “Nope. At least, not that I can remember.”

  “Then follow me. When we get through the gate, your vehicle is going to be searched. It’s a requirement for all non-government vehicles, no big,” I explain. “Once we’re finished and driving again, watch your speed, as the MP’s aren’t as forgiving as the cops outside of base are. If we happen to get separated at one of the stoplights, I’ll pull over and wait for you.”

  “Okay, sounds easy enough,” she states. I kiss her again and then open her door for her.

  “My place is only about five minutes away.”

  “See you soon then,” she says, winking at me.

  I jump into my truck and pull out, making sure she’s behind me when we get in the line to go past the guard shack.

  “Good evening, sir,” the young guard greets me as I flash him my ID.

  “The car behind me is with me. We just got her a base pass.”

  “No problem, sir, I’ll get you both through.”

  “Thanks, have a nice night.” I pull forward and wait up ahead of the gate for the guard to check Stacey’s pass and ID, and then wave her through. She pulls up behind me and parks. I stand with her, holding her close, as her vehicle is checked in its entirety, for any questionable items or substances.

  “Sure hope he doesn’t confiscate my blow-up doll,” she murmurs, then bursts out laughing as I whip my head over to look at her, eyes wide. “Kidding. Oh my gosh, the look on your face. Priceless.”

  “You’re crazy,” I reply, squeezing her hip and chuckling. “You had me for a minute.”

  Once the all-clear is given, I lead the way to my apartment, thankful we don’t get separated on the way.

  I park and jump out of my truck before Stacey can get her own car turned off. I open her back door and grab the small weekend bag she has packed, slinging it over my shoulder, then opening her door so she can get out.

  “I can’t believe you’re finally here,” I tell her as I press a kiss to her lips.

  With my empty hand, I link our fingers together and lead her up to my apartment. Once inside, I kick off my shoes and take her bag into the bedroom, dropping it on the floor at the end of the bed.

  “Nice place!” Stacey calls out from the living room.

  “Did you think I’d live in a dump?” I ask with a laugh, walking out to where she’s standing, in the middle of the room.

  “No, just was expecting more of a bachelor pad. That, and I was surprised when you told me you lived in an apartment. I thought you would have to be in the barracks.”

  “The barracks were full when I was assigned to this base, so they had to make some exceptions. Now that I’ve been here for so long, they’ve just let me stay in this apartment. Wait, have you been researching being in the Army?” I ask.

  “Maybe,” she says coyly as I pull her into my embrace. Her arms go around my waist as our lips come together. I suck her bottom lip between my teeth and gently bite down, then track my hands down her sides, over her hips, and onto her ass. Grabbing two handfuls, I pick her up and her legs wrap around my waist.

  I break the kiss, bringing our foreheads together for a few moments.

  “Dinner or bedroom first?” I ask, giving her the option.

  She bites that bottom lip while thinking over her decision. “Um…bedroom,” she finally whispers in my ear.

  I quickly move us to the bedroom and lay her down on the bed.

  “Don’t,” I say, stopping her from taking off her shirt. “Let me.”

  I skim my fingertips along the small strip of skin that’s peeking out between the hem of her t-shirt and her jeans. I slide my hands up under her shirt, taking it with me and exposing more skin as my hands move further up.

  I bring my lips to the exposed skin and kiss each inch as I uncover it. Stacey grabs the back of my head, no longer able to hold on to my hair as I had it cut once I returned to base last weekend. Her nails still dig in as she scrapes them against my skin.

  With her shirt pushed up to just under her breasts, I tug her to a sitting position and slip the top off over her head. Her breasts fill out the bra she’s got on, almost allowing them to spill over. I kiss along the tops of them as I reach behind her and flick open the clasp. Her bra falls away from her body and I cup her breasts in my hands. I roll her hardening nipples between my fingertips before I suck one into my mouth, making sure to lavish it with my tongue.

  As I focus my attention to her breasts, Stacey starts sliding my own shirt up my abs. I break away from her chest to pull it off over my head, tossing it onto the floor behind me. She takes advantage of our position and starts kissing along my chest and abs, making her way down to the top of my jeans. I feel the button of my jeans pop open and the zipper lower.

  “Hey now,” I chide. “I was having fun undressing you.”

  She reaches into my briefs and pulls my cock out. I don’t get any further before her lips are wrapping around the head and she sucks me into her mouth. “Fuck!” I groan as she sucks harder. “Damn, babe. That feels so good,” I encourage her as I slip a hand into her hair, pulling it up and out of her face. I bring the other one down and tweak her nipples while she continues to suck my cock.

  I let her have her fun for a few more moments and then pull from her mouth. I drop my lips to hers, taking them in a searing kiss. “I need inside you now,” I growl against her lips.

  Without missing a beat, she unbuttons her jeans and starts shimmying out of them while we continue to kiss.

  I wrap my arm around her back and lift her higher on the bed. I reach over and grab a condom from my bedside table and quickly get it open and rolled down my shaft. With the condom on, I sink two fingers inside her to make sure she’s wet and ready for me. I knew she would be, so I pull my fingers from her core and line my cock up, thrusting quickly until I’m fully seated.

  We find our rhythm, both quickly recalling what works for each other as we chase our orgasms.

  Stacey pushes against my chest, grabbing my attention. “Stop,” she instructs. “I want you from behind.”

  I slip from her as she flips over and onto her hands and knees. I get behind her and sink back inside. This new angle makes her feel even tighter than before and has a vise-like grip on my cock.

  I smack my hips against hers, driving into her, until I feel her start to spasm around my cock. Her body milking my cock has me losing control and I fall over the edge as my orgasm rips from my body, filling the condom.

  I collapse against her back as she falls against the bed. We stay like that for a few moments before I pull from her and roll next to her. I eventually slip the condom off and toss it in the small trashcan I keep next to the bed.

  With the condom discarded, I pull Stacey into m
y arms, resting her head on my chest. “Welcome to my place,” I say on a laugh.

  “Quite the welcome you gave me,” she teases me.

  “I can make every welcome like that, if you’d like,” I say, squeezing her hip in my hand.

  “We’ll see. Now, what’s this you said earlier about some dinner? I’m starving and have a feeling I’m going to need all the energy I can to get me through this weekend visit.”

  “I’ve got some steaks and potato salad in the fridge. I just need to toss them onto the grill. Everything else is ready to go.”

  “Sounds perfect.”

  “How do you like your steak cooked?” I ask.

  “Medium is good. Can I help with anything?”

  “Nope, just keeping me company is enough,” I tell her before moving to slide out of bed.

  We both redress, and head out to the kitchen. I step out onto my balcony and fire up the grill.

  “This is what I have to season the steaks with, will that work for you?” I ask her, holding up the steak seasoning I picked up at the commissary earlier.

  “Looks good to me,” she tells me, and I season up our steaks before taking the plate out to the grill.

  “I took the liberty of opening a beer, hope you don’t mind,” she says when she follows me out onto the deck a minute later.

  “Sorry, babe. I should have asked if you wanted something. My bad.”

  “You’re fine, Peyton. I’m a big girl and can get myself something to drink. I don’t expect you to do everything for me. Did you want one? I can grab it for you while you’re manning the grill.”

  “Sure, thanks.” I close the lid on the grill and then set a timer on my phone for when I need to flip them.

  “Here you are,” she says, half a minute later, as she hands me my own beer.

  “Thanks.” We clink the necks of our bottles together before I take a long pull on the beer. I can feel the coolness of the liquid as it slides down my throat.

  “How was the drive? I forgot to ask when you first arrived.”

  Chuckling, she says, “It was fine. No major traffic issues, just the normal flow of people trying to get home and out of the city on a Friday night.”