The Soldier Next Door

…Ana POV…

Ethan has not once let go of my hand as we make the drive back home. I can see the clear relief on his face as he stares deep into my eyes, yet he has not said a word since we got in the car. He must still be in shock, or he is just too scared to speak, for he knows that he will burst out in tears, and that is one thing he will not do in front of Ray.

Gibbs and Williams have taken MacKay up to the barracks; as for Lopez and Lewis, well, they are the poor suckers that are left to get rid of the rest of the members of MacKay’s gang. At least they were not a bunch of Marines; I can only imagine what Ethan would have felt if he had to shoot one of his own.

But it still does not make things any better that MacKay had me kidnapped for reasons that he never did tell me, though the sole purpose of taking MacKay to the barracks is, well, like Ray said, “We are only going to motivate him to speak, and after then we will hand him over.”

Well, I think they are being polite; they will beat the shit out of the man until he comes clean. I am almost sure the minute we get home that Ethan will start to get restless to go over to the barracks as well.

So as we are finally pulling up into our driveway at home, I only but give Ray a big hug, “Thank you for saving us both.”

“Hey,” he softly whispers in my ear, “Thank you for saving our ass the way you did.”

I only but burst out in laughter as I hook my arm into Ethan’s, and we make our way inside. Then the silence is finally broken as Ethan leads me to the room and sits down next to me on the bed, “I thought I was going to lose you.”

“Well, I am here.”

“Boo, it is just…”

“Ssshhh, soldier.”

Pulling him into a hug, tears start flowing down both of our pained faces. His hug is not gentle this time; a gentle hug still gives me space to breathe; this hug is strong, this hug is stronger than anything I’ve ever known; it tells me everything that I am to him, body, mind, and soul. I love both of his hugs; the one is like a duvet that folds around my body, the other a shield that holds and protects me.

So after what seems to be a while, I pull away and softly whisper to him, “I love you.”

“I love you more, boo.”

Taking Ethan’s hand, I slide it up my thigh, slipping his fingers under the seams of my shirt, “Please take this awful thing off; it is not mine.”

He scrunches up the shirt and shoves it over my head. When he catches a glimpse of my naked breasts, a groan escapes his lips.

Then, all at once, there is nothing else in my universe but Ethan kissing, touching, biting, and exploring every inch of my body with his mouth, his tongue, and his hands. For the first time in a while, I forget everything else. The bliss sends an earthquake through my loins, causing my body to tremble.

Without further tormenting me, he lays my body down between the soft silky sheets. They envelop my body and cool the burning ache that I feel down to the core. I watch in awe as this godlike man slips his pants down that firm, sculpted body and lifts every inch of cloth from his chest to display perfectly rippled abs. 

He lowers his hot skin down onto mine. As he pulls my pants slowly over my thighs, he wastes no time and pulls my panties along.

As elegant as a tiger, he crawls his way up my body; the moment his soft naked skin pressed against mine, I unravel entirely; my body is his to do as he pleases. And he does, as his lips devour mine; his tongue explored my mouth, my neck, and my ears. His tongue tortures me until I moan.

With a movement that startles me, he forces my legs open with strong arms, cups my ass in his hands, and lifts my hips to meet his mouth. With gentle, delicate flicks of his tongue, he brings me close to the edge of delirium. Afraid of toppling over too soon, I squeeze the blankets. 

His hands finally open my soft folds, slowly, gradually, insistently. With his thumbs, he spread the softness, the moistness. He dives deep, his tongue running from my clit down between my folds. 

He rubs the flat of his tongue over my clit, letting one finger, then two fingers invade me, making me moan. His fingers begin to move, pumping and twisting deep inside me. He starts increasing the intensity and the pressure. Licking, sucking, and biting, as if he is eating me alive.

He slips his fingers out and moves back up through my lips, taking them, rubbing them tight together, causing my legs to tremble. His thumb moves to my clit, finding my sensitive center again; he presses deep and starts rubbing hard. I feel the warmth start growing in my body. He continues rubbing over and over again, building and moving me ever so close to my climax. He is going faster and harder and deeper; I can feel myself go harder with every stroke.

Then he slips another finger inside; then, he starts pumping in and out. He is twisting his fingers, increasing the intensity and the pressure every time he thrusts in and out. He curls his fingers, my back arches, and my eyes roll back into my head.

I can barely control my body anymore. The edge seems on the horizon; every cell inside me is contracting. My legs are starting to shake; the warmth between my thighs is ready to explode. I am aching; I am quivering, pushed to the edge, my body shatters, and my cum flow over his fingers.

Grabbing my wrist, Ethan moves my fingers to the soft head of his erection, where I let them linger and explore, running the tiny, delicate pads over the heavily veined skin. I can feel myself become more aroused as prickles of pleasure move through my arms as he grows harder in my hand. I squeeze instinctively, feeling the muscle throb and flex, forcing me to tighten my grip.

I lay his body next to mine. I wrap my hot hand around his erection, making it pulse. He pulls a gasping moan into his lungs. He can only watch as I slide down to put my mouth above his agonized erection. 

I brush my tongue several times across the tip then pulled it hard into her mouth. Barbs of lightning convulse through his body, intensifying his senses. The sucking sound of my mouth against his flesh, the sweet smell of my juices mixing with his own musky scent, the feel of my hot soft lips caressing the sensitive flesh as they slid over the head of his erection, and the firm grip of my warm hand, all seems too hard for him to hold back anymore.

He gently pushes me back down onto the mattress. He places his pulsating erection between my legs; I slowly part my folds, so his strong, hard manhood slide effortlessly into me. I scream with pleasure.

His hips drive hard, his hard length furiously thrusting into me, over and over again. His unique scent overwhelms my senses. He slams into me, struggling for breath, desperately trying to hold on to his crumbling restraint.

“Oh god, Ethan,”

I gyrate in slow insistent circles; he rocks with every thrust. Our bodies are bucking and arching and colliding in almost perfect rhythm. He keeps up the rhythm relentlessly. With each stroke, he slides his hot throbbing flesh completely into me. He drives in deeper, with each thrust increasing pace.

He impales me with his hot bulging shaft deep into my depths. I clench and shudder and raise my hips slightly to further drive his swollen erection into me. I heave in passion, my resisting flesh split, and he slides into me slowly and gently until he is completely inside me. I could feel his hard length pulsating, contracting, and releasing his erection as he eases himself back for fear that he would explode.

“Ethan, I…I…fuck.”

My first orgasm comes within seconds, the second minutes later. He picks up speed, slamming home even faster. I am delirious with pleasure.

One…Two…Three more thrusts and I am there. He plunges deep inside me; I feel the full thrust of his hard length inside me. Tension built, deep at my core and coil up, arousal mounting inside until finally, without warning, my climax charge up, and I lose all control.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

“Oh fuck,” he groans.

The hot waves of pleasure started to build up deep within his core and shoot out in every direction, turning his limbs to jelly and his mind to mush. He shudders and convulses in a chain of explosions. His release fills me, dripping down his still-hard length.

He falls down next to me on the bed with a very satisfied look on his face, a typical Ethan grin on his face. We both lay in silence for a few minutes, waiting for the world to stop spinning and our breaths to slow to our normal heartbeat.

Then it comes, “Boo, I want to go to the barracks.”