Perfect Soldier: The Complete Story (5-Part BBW Military Romance Novel) (11 page)

Chapter
Six

Colton

In the bedroom, I sat on the bed leaning back on my
elbows as I watched Cat in front of me. Slowly she undressed, layer after
layer. They were simple clothes, just jeans and a sweater to run errands in, no
sexy black dress or anything. But the way she touched herself, the way the
clothes fell to the floor as she took them off her body, was enough set my
imagination alive, thinking about the moments that lay just ahead.

I watched as she unhooked her bra, letting it go as
she brought up her arm to cover her nipples, but she couldn’t hide those
curves. She played with her gorgeous breasts, massaging them in her hands,
bouncing them as I looked on. I felt my cock getting harder, shifting around in
my pants, wanting her now, but making myself wait. I would stretch out this
moment, make it last, enjoy it just a bit longer.

Cat turned around to face away from me, allowing her
hands to fall away from her breasts. She reached down to start undoing the
buttons on her jeans. Then, bending over slowly, she brought them down over her
voluptuous ass, her back arched, rounding it out even more. I wanted to get up
and give it a sexy spank, to take her into my arms right then – but something
told me to wait, that she would come to me on her own terms. I let her have her
way.

The jeans dropped to her ankles, and when they did,
she stepped out of the leg holes and gave them a slight kick that sent them
sliding into a corner of the room. She reached up and started playing with the
band of her panties, drawing it down slightly to show more skin, then pulling
it back up. Once again she bent over, and pulled her panties slowly down, just
as she’d done to her jeans a minute ago.

Second after second revealed more of her curvy body,
and soon I caught a glimpse of her pussy lips, looking soft and inviting in the
darkness between her legs. My cock jumped, throbbing. How much longer would I
have to wait?

Cat turned to face me again, covering up her nipples
with her hands. She nodded and made a little downward motion with her eyes. I
looked up at her inquisitively, not understanding.

“Clothes off,” she said, rubbing her tits together
as she spoke.

I started unbuttoning my shirt, never taking my eyes
off of those curves. Soon I was bare-chested, still staring back at her. I
began to unbutton my jeans, standing up to let them fall to the floor. By now
she could see the bulge that had been growing underneath. I stood there,
knowing what the next move was.

I lowered the band of my boxers and brought out my
cock. I swore I glimpsed a small flash in her eyes when she saw it. It made me
smile, that after all this time we were still excited to be with each other
like this. I let my boxers fall to the floor, and waited for what was to come.
She was fingering herself now, touching herself almost absentmindedly, she
wanted me to do the same.

“Jerk it,” she said.

I gave myself a few slow strokes, concentrating on
her body, wanting so much to be inside of her right now. But I knew that all
this waiting had a purpose: it would make those final, climactic moments all
the more powerful.

She walked over to me and got down on her knees,
pushing be back against the bed so that I was sitting down. Her head was in my
lap, kissing my thighs, her tongue dancing across my balls. I sat there waiting
for the intense wetness of her mouth around the tip of my cock.

***

Catherine

There was a wildness in his eyes as I looked up at
him, kneeling on the floor as he sat tensely on the bed. I caressed his legs,
running my hands up his thighs as I brought my head down towards his huge cock.
I could feel him pulsing, throbbing, aching with anticipation. He wanted my
mouth, so I decided to give it to him. Taking a long lick from his balls up his
shaft and finally to the head, I took it inside my mouth, circling the tip with
my tongue.

I heard him groan with pleasure. He’d been waiting
for this moment, and with that first wet touch I felt all the tension melt out
of him. For the moment, he could relax, bask in the hot, wet feeling of my
mouth sucking his enormous member. I sucked slowly and gently at first, but
soon I was bobbing up and down rapidly, making slurping noises as his cock
slickened, glistening with an excess of saliva. It made a wet popping sound as
I took it out of my mouth, slapping it playfully against my chin.

I jerked the shaft, all the while looking up into
Colt’s eyes, seeing the pleasure painted across his face. He grabbed his big
cock and put it back into my mouth, giving small thrusts with his hips as I
sucked at him. I felt him hitting the back of my throat, making me gag. His
hand rested on the back of my head, pushing my mouth onto his cock.

He grabbed a clump of my hair and forced himself
deep inside, holding himself there as I gagged, then slowly pulling out. He
knew I liked it when he took charge like this, knew that I aimed to please. Our
mutual pleasure was inextricably bound together. I wanted what he wanted, and
he wanted what I wanted: a hot fuck, a little playful, a little rough. There
was nothing wrong with getting dirty in the bedroom.

I liked sucking his cock, but I didn’t want him to
come until he was inside my pussy. I ran my hands down his thighs, stopping at
his knees, pushing myself up from the floor and crawling onto the bed. I lay
there on my stomach as Colt came up behind me, knowing I was there for the
taking. I felt his strong hands lift up my hips – I let him move my body in any
way he wanted. I liked when he gave it to me from behind, rough doggy-style.

He said he liked to see my ass bounce, so I wiggled
it as I lay there, face and breasts pressed to the bed, my back arched with my
ass up in the air. Our roles had reversed: now I was the one waiting for him. I
craved his pulsing cock inside me, and it was only now that I realized how
dripping wet I had become during all that time spent sucking him off. I reached
down to touch my clit, closing my eyes.

Then I felt the tip of my cock glance against my
swollen lips. He ran it up and down my slit, the soft perturbation only
catalyzing my lust further. Our skin touching, his cock still slick from my wet
mouth, I waited for him to it push inside. My anticipation grew exponentially
with each second he spent rubbing the tip up and down my lips. I waited for
that thrust, the slight pain of initial penetration, of being stretched by his
massive dick.

He tried to ease in, gently, but still there was
that inevitable tinge of pain. He was simply too big to ever get used to. The
best I could do was work myself into it while we fucked, and within moments I’d
be too drowned in pleasure to even remember the initial gasp of penetration.

Once his tip was inside, he pushed his cock all the
way in, clasping my hips and pulling my ass into his thighs. He held me there
for a second, as if he was mesmerized beyond action by the warm wetness of my
tight pussy. I liked feeling him like this, filling me up completely with his
throbbing dick, but I liked it even more when he began pumping with all his
energy, fucking me hard in a complete discharge of his pent up desire.

Chapter
Seven

Colton

She was insatiable tonight. She wanted me to fuck
her hard and ultimately I didn’t need any persuasion. I hovered above her,
holding onto her hips for leverage as I stroked in and out of her tight pussy.

Her ass bumped against my thighs making a slapping
sound. I was giving it to her hard and she was pushing back into me, wanting me
to go deeper and faster, our rhythms interlocking in an interplay of sexual
passion and chemistry. I spanked her ass, letting her know how much I adored
those curves of hers – as if she didn’t already know!

Every movement of my body was a tacit expression of
my need for her, of my uncompromising lust. Every time we slept together I felt
brand new, as if it was our first time. I knew I was bound to keep coming back
for more.

I leaned down, my body hovering over hers as I held
myself inside her, reaching around to fondle those tits, to touch those
gorgeous nipples and feel the soft, supple perfection of her breasts. There was
no limit to this experience – no amount of time could make me ever want to stop
exploring her body, a work of art comparable to the sweetness of the woman
herself.

I let my hands drift over her breasts and down to
her waist, reaching around to massage her clit as I continued thrusting my cock
inside her dripping wet pussy. I heard her moan loudly with satisfaction at
that first touch, throwing her head back, mouth open in a moment of bliss. I
kept going, wanting to bring her closer.

Then suddenly I pulled out, my cock slick with her
juices. I lay down on the other side of the bed as she caressed my leg, leaning
in to suck at my hard cock, tasting herself on the pulsing skin. She teasingly
licked up the trail of a prominent vein, then made a circling motion around the
head. I ran my fingers through her hair, using my hands to hold it back, to
keep it from covering her beautiful face. I liked to see those lips as she
sucked me off, to see her eyes looking up at me with their intrinsic sexuality.

This variation, her mouth, her pussy, her mouth –
drove me crazy. It was as if she knew exactly
what
I wanted and
when
I wanted it. But it was always going to be perfect with her, there was simply
no other way. We’d grown to close that we could read the subtlest cues, making
our striving after pleasure an all-consuming experience.

She slurped at my member now, bobbing up and down,
taking my big cock deep into her throat. I felt myself, rock-hard inside her
mouth, responding to each nuanced change in pressure and motion. But I wanted
to be back in her tight pussy.

I pulled her on top of me, bringing her in for a wet
kiss as she straddled my torso. She held herself up for a second, grabbing for
my cock so she could glide it inside of her and ride me like this she meant it.
She jerked my big dick and ran it up and down her slit before easing down onto
me.

As I held her hips, she began to bounce up and down,
gasping each time she reached the bottom of the cycle, feeling how deep I was
going. The motions of each buck reverberated to those beautiful, full tits. I
reached up, pushing them together, brushing my face up against them, the scruff
of me cheek striking a contrast with Cat’s soft, smooth skin. I licked at her
nipples, circling and then sucking, teasing out every last bit of pleasure from
her voluptuous body.

I made upwards thrusting motions as my face stayed
nestled between her breasts. She clenched her pussy and I felt my cock throb,
pulsing with the sensation of increased tightness. She was moaning now, and the
sound of her voice, the sounds of pleasure expressed non-verbally turned me on
even more. She liked to scream when she was close, and that only made me give
it to her harder and faster.

The feeling of climax was approaching. I was getting
close, but I didn’t want to come until she was taken care of, until we could
finish together in a simultaneous emission of hot passion. Then I heard her
little whimpers, those breathy moans, rhythmic, then syncopated.

“Yes yes … oh YES” she moaned, building louder with
each word as her pleasure grew and her desire became fulfilled. “Fuck me
harder, yes yes yes that’s it – I want you to come inside me.”

And then she abandoned words. I couldn’t hold back
any longer, I grabbed her ass, pushing her down on my throbbing cock so I could
come inside her, penetrating her as deeply as possible as I shot my load. She
squirmed in my embrace, as if unable to control her body from the excess of
pleasure then gave way to the inevitability of climax.

My grip on her weakened and I closed my eyes,
allowing my head to fall back against the pillow. Damn, could this girl give me
one hell of a workout.

***

Catherine

Straddling his torso, I reached down to wrap my hand
around his pulsing rod, guiding it toward my pussy. I felt the smooth tip up
against my lips and I held it there, rubbing it up and down my slit, teasing
both him and myself with the sensation before easing down onto his cock. He
went so deep from this angle that I gasped as I sat on him.

I eased into a bucking motion, rolling my hips and
big ass, finally working myself into a frenzy of bouncing on that gigantic
cock. The bouncing motion extended to my tits, until Colt reached up and
started fondling them, bringing his head between them and lapping at my
nipples, a tender mix of suck and lick. The feeling of his wet tongue sent me
shaking, shocked through by the overwhelming diversity of sensations that
affected my body.

I felt lost in the pleasure, lost in Colt. It only
made me ride him harder, wanting his cock deeper inside me. His strong hands
grabbed my ass, pushing me down onto his big dick. I felt him thrusting from
beneath me, driving himself inside me as I bounced on him. Our rhythms began to
match and suddenly he was hitting me right at the locus of my pleasure. I felt
myself starting to come, a slow, rolling orgasm that only built in intensity as
he continued to thrust.

I felt weak, wanting to collapse on him and let the
orgasm overtake me. But instead I rode him harder, continuing to buck and grind
as I felt it gain momentum. I wanted it harder, wanted him to come inside me. I
was practically screaming for it at this point. Reaching up to play with my own
supple tits, I gave a few last bounces punctuated by the sound of moaning
instances of “yes.”

He came inside me as I climaxed, that sticky hot
wave of jizz erupting inside my pussy. I loved the way his load felt as it swam
around inside me, lining my pussy with his sticky seed. I clutched my tits as I
gyrated on him, trying to squeeze out every last bit of pleasure from this
experience before I fell down onto him, throwing my arms around his neck as I
fell over into his muscular arms, my face pressed into the pillow on which his
head lay.

I moaned into it, the remnants of orgasm still
echoing in my body. I brought my head up from the pillow, bringing my mouth
close to his ear.

“That was perfect,” I whispered.