Finding Her Soldier (BBW, Military Erotic Romance) (3 page)

Over the next few weeks, the connection between Bronson
and I grew stronger. He was the consummate gentleman – kind, but strong. He
treated me right. He treated me like a
lady
. He wasn’t in it for the
short term, or for casual sex or a one night stand.

At the end of our fifth date, I decided I was trying
to go home with him. I wanted some action, and Bronson had proved to me that he
was worth it. So, I started making subtle hints in that direction.

“Hey, I just realized. I still haven’t met Duke.
When are you going to let me play with him?”

He laughed.

“Ahh, so I see. You’re just dating me to get to me
dog,” he said with a wink.

“You caught me. That’s it. I’m just in it for the
dog.”

“I have to admit, I kind expected that to be the
case,” he said with another friendly laugh. “What would you say to coming back
to my place and meeting him tonight?”

“I think that’s a great plan.”

“Alright, let me get the check and we’ll go.”

After Bronson had paid up, we walked out to the
parking lot. He opened the passenger door of the big red F-150 for me and
helped me in. We headed back to his apartment. Outside his front door we
stopped.

“Now, I have to warn you. He’s still very much a
pup. He’s a big ball of energy.”

“It’s OK, I like that,” I said.

“Alright, I just wanted to give you a heads up.”

As soon as Bronson opened the door I could hear Duke
barking inside. He raced through the living room around the couch to the door
and planted himself at my feet, looking up at me with big brown eyes and
panting, his tail wagging furiously. I kneeled down to grab him by the ears and
pet him vigorously on the neck.

“Well, it looks like you two like each other,” said Bronson,
reaching down to give Duke a gentle pat on the side. “You like her, boy? Me
too.”

Bronson pulled me up and into his big arms, giving
me a deep kiss. We walked over to the couch and popped on some Netflix. Duke bounded
over and stole the spot on the couch next to me.

“Oh, boy, you’re really gonna play me like that?”
said Bronson, patting him on the head. “My own dog stealing my girlfriend.”

The last word made me do something like a double
take. It was the first time he’d called me that. I had to admit, I rather liked
it.

We watched a movie together, and it was perfect. Bronson
got out a bottle of wine (which I realized he must have bought for me, he
certainly didn’t drink it) and poured himself a glass of bourbon. It was relaxing
and pleasant. At the end of the movie, he turned to me.

“Angie, I was wondering… would you want to stay over
tonight?”

YES, YES, YES, YES!
I thought to myself. But I couldn’t exactly say it like that.

“Yeah,” I said. “Probably for the best. I think we’ve
had too much to drive, plus I’m kind of tired.”

“Good, I’m glad,” he said, reaching over to squeeze
my hand.

I don’t think I even need to say that I was glad,
too.

Before I knew it we were in the bedroom, our hands
roaming over each other’s bodies. We’d both waited so long for this and now we
had a ton of pent up lust that needed to be released.

My heart was racing, everything happening so
quickly. Our wet lips pressed together, bodies touching. Going in for a hot,
long kiss, he held me there, our tongues swirling and intertwining, wet mouths
parting for the hot, wet suck of a passionate kiss. Finally, I was getting what
I wanted.

But suddenly, I pulled my head away from him,
pushing myself back so I could get a good look at him in the dim light of his
bedroom. The blinds were open, so moonlight streamed through the window, adding
definition and shadow to his broad chest and big arms.

I ran my hands across his abs and up his chest, over
his shoulders and down his arms. He was built for battle, a solider with a body
trained for combat, trained for surviving in the harshest circumstances. But
tonight, he’d be getting my sweetness, my passion. I hoped he could handle
that, too.

His body was pure perfection, muscular yet sleek,
the physical embodiment of power and braveness. I squeezed his bicep and he
tensed, showing me the raw force that was contained within his big body. I felt
myself getting wet, my desire rising within me, like the heat of the Middle
Eastern sun.

I was hot, almost feverish with lust, waiting for
him to take me, for that one touch that would melt me with all its intrinsic pleasure.
As I worked my hands across his body, taking in every contour and intricacy of
his built frame, he began to gently pull off my blouse, lifting it up over my
head to expose my chest.

He reached back with confidence and unhooked my bra,
pushing the straps of my bra off of my shoulders, revealing my full, supple
breasts. He was a man who knew what he wanted, and I liked that, I liked the
way be just did what he wanted with me. He was gentleman, to be sure. But I
also knew he was ready to give me the good hard fuck that I craved from his
powerful body.

For a moment, I was slightly self-conscious, sitting
there with my chest exposed. He cupped one breast in each hand and brought his
face down towards them, his scruff brushing against my nipples, sending a brief
wave of pleasure through me with the sensation.

He lapped at them with his tongue, licking expertly
and intricately. I could feel my nipples hardening with the stimulation, his
swirling motion making my body want him so much more, far wetter now that
before, wanting him inside me at any cost. I clutched his head, pulling him
into me, maneuvering him upwards for a kiss.

I kissed him deeply, knowing he wanted me as we
exchanged wetness between us. I’d never had anyone quite like this before. More
turned on than I could ever have imagined, I knew that if he held out for too
much longer I would be begging for his cock. He was driving me insane right
now. I wanted him to give it to me hard, to have his way with me. I was here
for the taking and I would do anything his heart desired.

I fell back on the bed and he hovered over me, his
large body, pressed to mine, his hands working this way across my breasts, then
down my sides and over my ass. He gave a passionate squeeze as he pulled me
into him. I could feel a hard bulge in his pants, pressed into my leg as we
kissed furiously on the bed.

He gave me one last deep kiss before making his way
down my neck and over my breasts, stopping to gently lick each one once more.
Then he kissed down my stomach and towards my crotch. He started to undo my
jeans, unzipping them and sliding them off of me.

I did my best to help, excited as I was with
anticipation of what was bound to happen next. Then he deftly pulled off my
panties. Suddenly I found myself completely naked before him, waiting for him
to take me at his will.

He grabbed my legs, pushing his face down towards my
soaking wet slit. My thighs pressed against his head as he held me, kissing
down towards my clit. Then I felt the flash of his tongue dancing its pleasure
on me. He lapped at my pussy, making circular motions with his tongue as I
writhed beneath him in pleasure. He held my legs, steadying me as I succumbed
to his advances.

He ran hit tongue along my lips, penetrating me
slightly before moving back up to my clit. He sucked gently on me. Then I
gasped, as two large fingers pushed their way inside me.

I flung my arms back over my head, my eyes rolling
backwards as I arched my back. His touch only made me more insatiable. Whatever
satisfaction it provided was cancelled out by the yearning it caused deep
within me to have his cock inside me, stretching my folds with his thrusts.

I wouldn’t have to wait long. I heard his pants drop
and his belt clattering to the floor. Bronson stood before me in the dim light,
I could hardly see him in the darkness and my sex-crazed delirium. I felt his
tip rubbing up against my lips, teasing me in those final moments before
consummation. Then he pushed himself inside me, his first thrust deep and
smooth. I gasped, unprepared for the size of his massive cock, touching me at
the very depths of my core.

As he stroked powerfully inside me, the slight tinge
of pain I’d felt upon penetration began to subside. I worked in concert with
him, playing to his rhythm, moving my hips to meet his thrusts in shared
ecstasy. I hadn’t felt anything like this in a long time, maybe ever. This was
what it felt like to be alive, completely submersed in the moment, unconscious
of anything besides the waves of bliss that rolled through me, shaking me and
seizing every inch of my body in cathartic rapture.

His thrusts grew faster and more forceful as he
plunged deeper and deeper inside me, pressing his pelvis into mine, as I
bounced on the bed, clenching my pussy to increase the pleasure of his every
thrust. He leaned in to kiss me, long and wet and almost violent in its
passion.

His hands cupped my breasts then roamed across my
entire body. He grabbed my voluptuous ass and squeezed as he pulled me up to
meet his next thrust, grunting with pleasure as I gyrated beneath him.

I felt myself on the verge of orgasm, rocked by the
sensations that were overwhelming my body, hypnotized by the animalistic lust
that Bronson had inspired in me. Short breaths escaped me as my heart pounded
fast, each gasp a breathy moan expressing the ubiquity of my extreme sensual
pleasure.

After a few more quick, powerful thrusts, I felt my
orgasm coming on. I bucked beneath him, coming as he pushed deep inside of me. He
held his enormous cock at the point of deepest penetration, maximizing my
pleasure as my hips met his in my last weak gyrations before I collapsed back
to the bed, moaning loudly in exhausted bliss. Then I felt my lips stretched as
he pulled his fat tip out of me, showering me in drops of hot cum that shot
across my stomach and my chest.

It was a huge, sticky load. A bit of cum landed on
my lips, and I reached my tongue out to lick it up, to taste him in the most
intimate and personal way possible. I liked it, this feeling of being naughty. Bronson
gave me a big smile and a kiss, and I fell asleep in his arms.

I woke the next morning to a kiss. When, I opened my
eyes I saw Bronson and wrapped my arms around his neck, happier than ever. We
made love again, hot and rough, passionate and cathartic. I was late for work,
so I just decided to call in. It was worth it to spend the day in bed with Bronson.
Maybe we’d grab a late breakfast somewhere, maybe we wouldn’t; it didn’t
matter, so long as I was with him.

The weeks wore on and things started to get more
serious between us. I stayed over at his apartment most nights. And on those
nights that I didn’t, he stayed over at mine. We were inseparable, or so it
seemed. Then one day I received the fateful text. Bronson said he needed to see
me, that he had something to tell me.

What is it?
I asked.

It has to be in person
,
he said.
Just call me when work is over, and I’ll come over.

Was he breaking up with me? Why?
I spent the whole day worrying about it, about what he might say, what I would
say in response. I played the conversation out fifty times in my head. It all
seemed so wrong, so out of the blue. I thought we had been having a good time
together. I was crazy about him.
Was it a mistake to assume he felt the
same?

For the first time in a long time, I didn’t want the
work day to end. I didn’t want to face whatever bad news lay in store for me. I
looked for extra projects to do, anything that would keep me there past five
o’clock. Nothing. The one day I didn’t want to go home and there was no excuse.

I spent some time just surfing the internet, wasting
time on the computer. But eventually I realized it was time to face reality. I
texted Bronson that I was on my way home and he could meet me there.

When I pulled up about twenty minutes later, he was
waiting outside my apartment. Duke was running around in the small front yard
of the apartment building. I felt tears about to well up in my eyes, fearing
what was coming. I did my best to fight them off. Oh well, might as well go
inside and get this over with.

I did my best to be cheerful, but I couldn’t help
but feel that I was coming off a bit cold. In my defense, I was trying to brace
myself for the huge letdown I knew I had coming.

When we got inside, Bronson hugged me and gave me a
small kiss. He led me over to the couch and we sat down. He held my hand and
looked into my eyes.

“Angie, I’ve got some bad news,” he said solemnly.

I couldn’t even answer him. I felt my lip start to
quiver, tears forming in my eyes. I nodded, letting him know he could go on.

“I’ve been called on another tour,” he said.

“Oh,” I said.

My tone must have been somewhat happy, because he
gave me a funny look.

“You don’t seem as dejected as I thought you’d be,”
he said. “You do understand what I’m telling you, right?”

“Yes. I think so. What does this mean for us?”

“I don’t know. What do you want to do? It’s up to
you. I know I can’t ask you to wait for me?” he said.

“Why not?” I asked, touching his shoulder.

“It’d be unfair. It’d be too much to ask. As much as
I want it, I can’t make you do that.”

“But what if I wanted to do that? What if it was my
choice?”

“You think you can hold out that long?”

“Bronson, I love you. Of course I can.”

“I love you, too, Angie. I’m glad we can finally say
that. But do you know how hard this is going to be, being apart like this? We
see each other every night. During the tour we might see each other once every
several months, at best.”

“I know it’s going to be hard, but I don’t want
anyone else. I want you and I’m willing to wait for you if it means having
you.”

“Well, in that case. I have another proposition for
you. What would you say to this little rascal keeping you company while I’m
gone?” asked Bronson, grabbing Duke by the collar and ruffling up the fur of
his neck.

I leaned in to kiss Bronson, throwing my arms around
his neck and pulling him on top of me on the couch. After making out for a few
seconds, I pushed him back and looked him in the eyes.

“I think that’s a brilliant idea.”