Iron Soldier

by Katie Ford

  We stay like that, locked together, for a tense moment. Then Brent dips his sweaty face to mine for a kiss.

  “I love you,” Brent says in a deep voice. “And I love fucking you, too.”

  I flush and pull him close, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and sighing with contentment. My pussy hole is dripping with seed and sore from relentless fucking, but I’ve never felt so happy.

  Brent pulls out of me and yanks a blanket over his naked body. When I tried to grab some for myself, he laughs.

  “No way,” he teases. “I didn’t get to look at that magnificent body for four lonesome years.”

  I flush with pleasure. It has been a long time, but hey, I need to get my fill too. Giggling, I grab the blanket off of his gorgeous body and, caught off guard, he lets me take it. The blanket flutters to the floor.

  “Turnabout is fair play,” I tell him through my laughter. “I want to see all I missed too.”

  And he is so gorgeous with his wide shoulders and firm pecs. Those abs I could wash clothes on. The thick and lush pubic hair sticky with drying jizz that surrounds his huge cock. Mmm. And those rock hard thighs of his that make me want to just devour all of him.

  I’m such a lucky girl.

  Giggling again, I drape myself all over him. “I love you so much,” my whisper pours into his ear.

  I can’t get enough of telling him how I feel. Yes, he and I have a lifetime together, but I don’t want to waste a single opportunity to shower him with my love.

  “I love you too, my Claire.” A hand strokes my hair, sifting through the long curls and following the line of my bare shoulders and back. “And I’m so ready to start the rest of my life with you.”

  The rest of our lives. I like the sound of that.

  “Baby, I have an idea,” Brent says suddenly. His hand stops moving in my hair. “Let’s go home together.”

  I giggle and playfully tug at his nipple. Instantly, the little bud hardens between my fingers. “We are home.” Leaning in, I tug his earlobe between my teeth and lightly suck. He bucks under me like a thoroughbred racehorse, and I smile. “At least, last time I checked,” I finish.

  Brent’s cock is filling up again, growing fat and ready against his thigh. But he ignores it to take my hand. He laces his fingers with mine. “No,” he says. “I mean, home. Home to Alexandria.”

  I swallow. I think of what I saw when I was there last time. A prosperous and beautiful city. But one with so many, many memories. “You haven’t been back since…”

  Brent shakes his head. “No. But I want to go with you. I want you to show me all of our old favorite places. I think it would help,” he says. “You know. With my memory.”

  Maybe he’s got a point there. I nod slowly. “I think so, too.”

  “But right now, you’re not going anywhere,” Brent pulls me into his arms and kisses my forehead, then my cheeks and my mouth. “I won’t let you.”

  A sleepy smile spreads across my face. “Okay,” I murmur into his damp chest. “I think I can handle that.”

  “Good because I have so many plans for you…” His hand curves around my ass and squeezes.

  Suddenly, I’m not tired anymore.

  Epilogue

  Claire

  A year later …

  The music the DJ plays at Nick and Lacey’s wedding is magical. Rihanna sings about a dangerous and beautiful love just for me and Brent. We hold each other close and sway to the sexy-sweet song in the music tent. At least it feels like this song, this moment, is just for us with the scent of a thousand sweet blossoms in the air and the man I love dancing with me.

  Brent, wearing a custom tuxedo, complete with slim fitting slacks and a jacket fit perfectly across his broad shoulders and wide chest, holds me tight. His spicy aftershave teases my nose, and I feel every inch of his firm and gorgeous body against mine. Even after all of this time, his touch still makes me breathless. I can’t wait to get him back home and have a pretend honeymoon of our own.

  “I remember that you used to love dancing to this song back in Lexington,” he rumbles while his hands move sensuously up and down my back.

  My head pops up from its natural resting place on his chest, and I stare at him with wide eyes. “Really?”

  “Yeah.” I stop moving, but he presses his hand to the small of my back and continues dancing, urging me back into motion. “I remember when you used to come to the shitty apartment I shared with Tony. After we made love, you’d throw on one of my shirts and dance to this whole CD, swaying your cute ass all over my room. Usually, I’d get hard from watching you and just have to fuck you again.” Playfully, he circles his hips against me.

  “That’s wonderful, baby!” I press a quick kiss to his cheek with my smiling lips. The kiss leaves a smear of pink on his face, but I quickly wipe it off.

  These revelations don’t surprise me as much anymore. Brent is working with a really great therapist and has managed to get some of his old memories back. The first time he remembered something from our old life together, I screamed and jumped for joy. Even though we’d been in bed together at the time.

  He’s been steadily getting more and more of his memories back. That hasn’t changed who we are to each other, but he says he feels more complete and that he’s able to bring more of himself to our relationship. But as long as I have the Brent of right now, in the end, it doesn’t matter that much to me. I want him to be whole for himself, that’s all.

  “I loved the days you and I spent together in your old apartment,” I tell him.

  “That place was a shit hole,” he says with a soft laugh, but his tone is one of affection. I know it was the first place he was able to get on his own—or at least with Tony—when his foster parents had kicked him out. Back then, he’d been so proud of that apartment.

  “It was one of the few places we could be together and be just us,” I said with a dreamy smile.

  Even with Tony hanging around in the living room and playing video games, or whatever else he was up to, the place had felt like ours. A magical place.

  We played house there. We had sex. We pledged ourselves to each other. That apartment will always have a special place in my heart and my memories.

  The song slowly ends, and before another one can start up, Brent takes my elbow and pulls me off the dance floor. He lifts his hand and waves to Nick, his best friend, who is dancing with his new bride near the front of the tent. They both look so happy.

  “That was beautiful,” I say softly as Brent and I walk away from the bustling music tent. “I’ve never seen so many flowers, though.”

  “You are beautiful,” Brent says gruffly. “But it smelled like a damn greenhouse in there.”

  I laugh, lightly pinching his arm. “Nick’s wife did go a little overboard with the peonies.” And a lot of other things. “But you have to admit–it was really romantic.” Lacey got the wedding she wanted, and that’s all that matters. Every woman should be queen of her own day at least once.

  As we walk farther away from the reception, the air seems to grow chilly. I’m carrying my heels in one hand, and the grass beneath my bare feet is damp with dew. When I shiver, Brent takes off his jacket and drapes it over my shoulders.

  “It’s not that cold,” I protest, pushing the jacket back toward him. “Really. I’m fine.” The wind picks up just then and rakes a shudder through me.

  Damn. Maybe I was wrong. I shiver again.

  Brent stops walking and turns to me. He firmly takes both ends of the jacket that’s still around my shoulders and reels me in toward him. His blue eyes blaze with a quiet intensity. “Claire, if you’re uncomfortable, then so am I,” he growls, low and intense. “I can’t have that. I have to do whatever I can to make sure you’re always happy.”

  I flush, dipping my head and smiling at just how wonderful he is. “Okay,” I say softly. “Then thank you.”

  Brent smirks and lets go of the jacket. “Trust me, it’s tough – I don’t want that body covered up.” He
clears his throat and gives me a sardonic look. “But as a gentleman, I’ll be damned if I let my woman walk around in the cold.”

  The dress I got for the wedding is pretty damn cute, if I do say so myself. It’s not exactly ready for a fall in Virginia, though. It’s an electric blue, the color of Brent’s eyes, with a low neckline to show off my boobs. It follows the curves of my body without being too slutty and ends just at the knees. I feel sexy and powerful in it, like a goddess. When I stepped out of our bedroom with the dress on earlier today, his mouth dropped all the way open. Just the reaction I was going for.

  Before we left the house, he dropped to his knees, shoved the electric blue dress up to my waist, and licked my pussy until I shouted his name and came all over his face. Then he wiped his lips and told me he’d collect his orgasm later on. All afternoon, I’ve been on pins and needles, wondering when he’s going to collect. I want to be ready when the time comes, and I want to make sure he enjoys himself to the fullest.

  He must notice the sex-ready look on my face because he grins down at me, cocky and seductive. “Not yet, baby,” he rumbles, slipping an arm around my waist. “You’ll know when. In the meantime, keep that gorgeous body warm for me. We don’t want you to get sick.”

  “Not even a little bit.”

  I giggle as I pull Brent’s jacket over my bare arms. Brent is still the same man I’ve always loved – tough and hard on the outside and soft as a kitten at heart. I know he will always be like that, that he will always do whatever he can to make me comfortable and happy…even if it’s something as mundane as giving me his coat on a chilly evening. God, I love this man.

  With another smirk, he pulls me against his side as we keep walking.

  The site of the wedding is a mansion owned by one of Nick’s old college friends, a trust-fund baby who didn’t hesitate to lend it out for the wedding and reception over the weekend. It was gorgeous. A tall stone building that is more castle than regular house at the edge of Jefferson Meadows. The acres of grass around the house are green and neatly cut, and the sky above us is so blue that the day seems more like a fairy tale than real life. Nick and Lacey have a perfect day for their wedding.

  Our footsteps take us down a long slope away from the rest of the wedding party, so far that we can barely hear the music. The scent of freshly cut grass rises up around me with each step we take. Not far away, I spot a big white gazebo with a peaked top. It almost looks like a little church in the middle of nowhere.

  “That’s so pretty.” I point to it.

  Brent chuckles softly. “It is. Rich people have the nicest toys.” He links our fingers and gently tugs me toward it.

  The gazebo is gorgeous. In it, we can’t see the mansion at all, just acres of freshly cut grass and beyond, a field dotted with purple and pink wildflowers. It’s perfect.

  Despite the chill in the air, the wooden floorboards are warm beneath my bare feet. The wind whips up the skirts of my dress, and I laugh, trying to not let them whip over my head, while I’m still carrying my high heels in my hands. Brent’s laughter drifts over me, and he puts his arms around my waist, trapping the skirts of the dress between his legs and mine.

  “Let me help you,” he says, then leans down to kiss me.

  His lips are firm and warm, perfect against mine, just like the day has been. Sighing, I drop my shoes and throw my arms around his neck. His jacket falls from my shoulders. Our kiss goes on and on, a delicious interlude of tongues and breath and soft sighs while the wind whips up around us.

  Then somehow, I’m being pressed against the railing of the gazebo, and Brent is against me. He’s hard, and his kisses, our kisses, have gotten more desperate, more sensual. He kisses my throat and my shoulder, and bites into the soft skin of my arm. The sensation that ripples through me is electric, magical. I’m soaking wet.

  “Are you collecting your orgasm now?” I gasp out the question.

  “With interest...” Brent’s breaths are urgent, and his hands are all over me, stroking my tits through the thin material of the dress, cupping and squeezing my ass. “You’re so fucking sexy, baby. You know that?” His tongue plunders my mouth. His hands dive under my dress. He fingers my hot and sopping cunt through my thong panties. “I want your pussy,” he grunts, shoving my dress above my waist. “Give it to me.”

  “Yes...” I moan and open my legs for him, showing him how wet and ready I am. “It’s yours.”

  The sound of him unbuckling and unzipping fills the air. Then, groaning, he yanks my panties to the side and shoves his thick meat deep into me.

  I scream from the sudden and explosive sensation. “Brent!”

  He’s so big and so thick. I swear, I can feel him pulsing, hard and intense, inside of me, his fat cock stretching my walls and feeding me pleasure. “Fuck me, Brent…”

  “Hold on, baby.” He kisses me again and takes my hands to wrap them around the skinny columns on either side of us. “Just hold on for me and don’t let go until you come.”

  I grip the columns of the gazebo just like he tells me to, and he starts pounding into me, ramming me hard and grinding against my clit with each intense stroke of his fuck stick.

  “Oh! Oh!” My screams of pleasure rip out of me and out into the wide open space, up to the sky for anyone to hear it. It all feels amazing. My man’s massive rod inside of me. The cool breeze brushing over my naked and hot skin. The entire gazebo feels like it’s shaking as he fucks me. My world implodes. I scream his name as I come and come and come.

  Oh GOD!

  “That’s it, baby. Feel your pleasure. Know that it’s me fucking you, giving you everything you need.” His thick hose keeps going, ramming and fucking and setting off aftershocks inside me.

  He’s so good to me. Feels so good. He’s everything. And I want to make him feel as good as I do. Still gasping and shaking from my orgasms, I push him away. His boner pops out of my pussy, dripping from the combined flavor of both of us. It’s thick, veiny, and nearly purple from his lust. I drop to my knees and swallow him down my throat, taking him deep until my nose pushes into his wiry pubes.

  “Fuck, baby!”

  He gasps and grabs my shoulder, then his eyes roll back in his head as I suck his dick. Hm. It’s big and meaty and delicious on my tongue, and I can’t get enough of the slick and salty flavor. The taste of him and me together. I suck him the way he likes, bobbing my head up and down and playing with his big, heavy balls, rolling them tenderly between my fingers. I take his thick length all the way to the back of my throat and swallow again and again.

  He throws his head back, groaning and swearing while I fuck him with my mouth. “Baby...baby. I’m gonna come!” His firm ass cheeks flex and release under my grasping hands.

  I don’t stop. I suck the smooth head of his cock, licking into the weeping slit, and lashing him with my tongue. He tastes so damn good! Guttural noises rattle from his throat, and his fingers tighten on my shoulders. Just then, his meat gets even bigger in my mouth.

  And then he’s coming. Great gushes of bitter sweet flow into my mouth and down my throat. I still don’t stop.

  Moaning deep in my throat, I keep sucking him and holding onto his gorgeous ass as he empties into me. I’m not about to waste a single drop of his delicious seed.

  “So good, baby. You’re so fucking good.” He’s panting, hard and fast, but I hear a smile in his voice. Looking up slyly from licking his cock clean, I see his smile. And the love in his emerald eyes.

  After I tuck his dick away and zip him up, he yanks me to my feet and instantly begins kissing me. Deep and sweet and slow.

  “You’re so fucking perfect,” he groans into my mouth.

  “Only because you think so,” I tell him with a smile.

  “Well, what I think is all that matters,” he says with a breathless laugh. He’s still coming down slowly from his orgasm and is a little giddy, I can tell.

  I roll my eyes at him but don’t open my mouth to disagree. He knows what the real situation is.


  He chuckles warmly and fixes my dress so that it settles around my hips again with not a single sign that I’d been fucking him while wearing it. “I’m glad you agree with me, Claire, because I think you should marry me.”

  I look up from straightening the front of my dress and stare at him in shock. “What?”

  “You agree that what I think is all that matters, so... marry me.” Slowly, he pulls a blue velvet box from his pocket and opens it. “I think I can make you very happy.” The ring in the box is an emerald. Just like my necklace from years ago. It’s set between two diamonds that flash and wink under the sun. The ring is absolutely gorgeous.

  “Oh my God!” My hands flail all over the place, but he grabs the fingers of my left hand and holds them tight.

  “So... will you marry me, Claire?”

  I wish there was a bigger world than YES. But I give him the only thing I have in response: “Yes! Yes! Of course I will!”

  The ring slips over my finger and slides effortlessly into place. It’s perfect.

  “Claire Holder, in the year since we’ve been together for the second time—” He grins. “You have made me happier than I ever thought possible. Thank you for bringing joy into my world. Thank you for giving me back my life.”

  Happy tears flood my eyes and run down my face. “I love you so much, Brent Wilson. So very, very much.”

  The other words I want to say are clogged up in my throat. I can’t say them because I’m crying too hard. I never thought this day would come. And then Brent had come back to me, giving me back the life I’d thought I had lost forever when he disappeared. And this life, my love with Brent, is even better than I could’ve imagined. It’s a real life fairy tale.

  THE END

  Extreme Close-Up

  ~A Contemporary Romance~

  © 2018

  By Sarah May