The Soldier Next Door

So I am finding myself standing on the doorstep of a fucking hotel room. Now there are big parts of me that want to kick himself for doing this, yet those parts that are not hating her want to make sure that my son is safe. Yet, I don’t know if I can truly trust her; now there is a fucked up thing, you cannot trust my wife.

But pushing aside our differences, she soon, and god, did I wish I did not, but as she opens that door, that hints of honey attack my senses and renders me completely weak in every crack of bone of my knees. When she swings that door open, then I know that I have made a big mistake.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

There are only but inches, and when I say inches, I mean there is a strip of red fabric covering her breasts, and then there is an even more of an inch of white covering that tight ass. She has this two-piece thing going, which covers the only thing I now desire to see. Yet, I shake my head in clear frustration.

Ana Hunter, yet as of hours ago, it is now very much Jenkins. She will not get as much a lift from me.

So pushing her goddamn beauty aside, she leads me inside; well, the look that I am getting from her could honestly kill with the shot of a dagger. Then she torments me with that swaying of her hips as she moves over to pour me a glass of chilled whiskey. When she ever so slowly hands it to me, her finger brushes against the sensitive parts of my palm.

Ya! That goddamn lift happens.

And I am officially fucked.

“You are very distracting for a woman that just became a mother.”

She only but gives me a wicked grin, “Are you looking at my ass again.”

“Well,” I choke as I take a sip from my glass. “You are wearing a lot less clothes that are appropriate.”

With a slight chuckle, she only but waves me off.

Ya, there is definitely that lift now.

“Let us just try to keep this respectable and decide what you want to do?”

“Well, what are you going to do?”

Perhaps you…

Ya, right…

Let us move on and answer the question, “I want my son home, Ana, and I am sorry, but there is no negotiating on that.”

“Ethan, I don’t think that I can bear living under the same roof as you.”

“I don’t give a fuck, Ana.” I brief for a brief moment as I watch her wrap those lips around the bottle of water that she is holding in her hand.

Yes, I have made a mistake in coming here. My heart is in turmoil, but all I want is to see my son. If I did not know any better, perhaps I do, but I know that she is doing this on purpose. Ana knows how to push my buttons, and right now, she is pushing them rather well.

“As I am saying, Ana, I am not going to run this in circles. I want my son in that car, and I don’t care if your ass is coming along.”

And as I say these words, I can see that smile of hers change into something that I do not know. Is she about to lose fucking control of me again? The last thing I want this woman to do is to have her little episode in front of my son.

It is him that I am walking up to next as he is lying peacefully in his carrier, fast asleep, completely unaware of the tension between his mom and dad. This is not the life that I want for him, but this is what it is going to become. There is nothing I can do about that; Ana has made me want to hate her more than I have ever loved her.

So as I give him a little kiss on the forehead, I walk back past Ana to take my seat again, but just before I sit down, I look at her again, “Now, do we have an understanding? Are you going to stop acting like a fucking child and bring my son home? If our marriage is over, then so be it, but you are not taking Lucas away from me. Do not,” I move a bit closer to her as I am now staring her down. “Do not test my patience.”

She only but pouts those deep cherry lips, “But Ethan…”

Ya, and I do not allow her to finish…

Why?

I am fucking devouring those deep cherry lips…

What the fuck am I doing?

“Fuck, that should not have happened. I told you that you are distracting.”

“Hey, it is not my fault that you have a hard-on.”

“Oh, Ana, yes it is.”

Without even having to hesitate or get this mind to start thinking, I lace my fingers into Ana’s hand.

Ya, I don’t know what the fuck I am doing, but, god, I want her.

And it is her that I am going to take as I lead her towards the bed and to the softness of the sheets that are covered in the scent of her perfume. I cup my hand over her cheek and then slide the other to the back of her head, tangling my fingers into her hair.

Then she softly whispers, “Ethan, we cannot…”

“Ssshhh, Ana. Just one last time, just for one time more.”

She kisses me gently; the delicious taste of her tongue fills me completely. The deeper the kiss becomes, the deeper her desire grows, that aching deep inside me is yearning to be fed by her rising passion.

With soft, delicate fingers, I let rip loose at those pieces of fabric, while in total haste, she drops my pants to my knees.

Now, this is the moment where I can stop it, but yet no, I still want to feel her for one last time. Perhaps that was my whole intention when I came here tonight, but that thought is quickly pushed aside as her body starts melting into mine, and I drop my skin against her in pure raw craving.

There is a growl that escapes my throat as I part her legs and pull her closer by the knees. She locks those legs around my waist and pulls me even closer; I have yearned for this body so many times between the stillness of hate and longing.

And longing is those eyes that are penetrating mine only but begging, “God, Ethan, if you are going to do it, then do it now.”

With the words flowing from those velvety lips, her hand finds my erection, and with long agonizing strokes, she gently starts massaging.

“Fuck, Ana, I don’t think we should be doing this.”

“Then why have you not stopped yet?”

As each syllable leaves her mouth, I edge my warm hand between her legs and start tracing my entrance until I find the fold just above her clit. Gently with my thumb and finger, I take her lips and start rubbing.

“Shit, Ethan, please don’t stop now.”

“We have to, Ana.”

With that, I want to pull away, but she hooks those legs around me even firmer than before. My body jerks, and my finger slips inside of her.

“Fuck, Ethan. Now, please.”

I edge my palpitating erection until it touches her entrance, then with one flick of my hip, I drive hard into her with one long delicious move. Seven sensations of pure pleasure consume me as nothing but ecstasy rushes through my veins.

Then slowly, I leave her hot wet pussy, and with one hard thrust, she completely absorbs me. I retract and drive in again. With my hips, I pull her to the edge of sensation. Each time I pull back, I thrust in completely; the sweet sounds of her moans sing in my ear like a symphony. Yet she feels even fucking better as I am smashing into her, over, back, and forth.

She pulls me forward and locks her arms around my neck; my hands slide over her thighs and cup her tight ass; with one slight snap, I push erection far too deep, and she lets out my name in a deafening scream.

Then I stop.

She only but urges me on with her hips.

I push her deeper into the satin sheets and watch as she disappears; not holding one moment back, I smash in hard, it causes the bed to shake. I drive myself deep; the sex is wild. Repeatedly, I am jabbing and bumping into and around her pussy.

Then just as she is about to fall apart, my back arches in spasms as I empty myself in her moist depths, and the warmth of her pussy melts over my throbbing erection. As we topple over the edge, we fall apart in each other’s bodies.

When I finally fall next to her on the bed, the only thought that occurs to me…