Page 15 of The Soldier Next Door
I stare at her, watching her turn red again. It’s endearing and I gently touch her knee.
“I’m sorry Brady, I just wow, I don’t know how to be around you. This is so exciting, and new, but so sudden too,” she admits softly.
I shake my head at her. “No need to apologize for anything and hey, just relax because it’s me. The same person you’ve been talking to for months. Take a deep breath. It’s just you and me…and everyone else.” We both look around us, all the partygoers oblivious of the little bubble we’re in.
She takes a deep breath and smiles, her beautiful brown eyes making my heart contract. She’s so different from the girl I met a year ago talking over the fence. This one seems more mature, more beautiful, and a little more serious. She’s not over the topwith her sexuality, but lets it subtly seep out of her, making me want her even more. I decide I can’t wait until I finish my plate. Taking a long swig of my beer, I lean in and whisper to her, “Why don’t you and I find somewhere quiet to talk?”
She looks at me, a mix of nervousness and excitement, but then she nods. “Let me just tell Marcella to keep my parents distracted so they don’t come looking for me. I’ve said hi to everyone else here already so we should be good. My room is the first one on the left. You go first, okay? I’ll be up in five minutes so just make yourself comfortable.”
With one last smile, she gets up quickly and disappears into the crowd of people roaming the living room. I find a trash can and get rid of my plate and beer bottle. Then I slide through the crowd, undetected, and make my way up the stairs.
Is it really going to happen? Are my dreams going to come true, right here, in her parents’ house? The thud of the music fades to a gentle pulse as I stand outside a white door with a purple S hanging on it. I slowly open the door and take in the room. I’ve seen parts of it from the pictures Susie sent me, but now I see it in full.
It’s a girl’s room, and for a moment, I pause. This is no sophisticated vixen. She’s still young, and the décor reminds me of that. The bed is made with a frilly white coverlet and a teddy bear is tucked away in the corner. There are different medals hanging on the wall, and also a poster of a boy band whose members look too young to shave.
On her desk, I come across a picture of young Susie. She’s standing on the sidewalk with an orange popsicle melting all over her and the white t-shirt she is wearing. Her curly hair is wildly flying about her head and she has a big smile. I pick upthe picture, touched by the image of this young and carefree little girl.
“That’s one of my favorite pictures,” a small voice murmurs from behind me.
Startled, I turn around and see Susie standing in front of her closed door. She must have been as light as a mouse because I didn’t hear her enter. But now, she closes the door with an emphatic click, and turns the lock too. Everything fades away, except for the woman before me.
“You look beautiful in this photo,” I say, returning the picture to its place. “You look beautiful inallyour pictures, sweetheart.”
We stand there for a beat, looking at each other. We’re in a bubble, just the two of us, and time seems to have stopped around us. She coyly smiles at me and I can’t help myself. In three strides, I’m across the room, embracing her with my right arm wrapped firmly around her waist and my left hand cupping her face. I lightly stroke her cheek with my thumb, her nose inches from mine. Her curly hair, sparkly brown eyes, and smooth skin make my heart flutter.
“I’ve waited a year for this exact moment. I knew from the moment we met that I wanted you all to myself, Susie Monroe,” I rasp into her ear.
She smiles and nods. “I’ve thought about this moment for the last year too and I still can’t believe you’re here. If you weren’t here holding me, I think I would faint.”
She laughs gently, and I shake my head at her utter sincerity. I can’t resist any more and I crush her lips with mine, pulling her even closer. I clamp one hand on her butt, savoring its meaty feel and groan deep in my chest. I know there is no way we can be any closer, but I don’t want to any space between us because that time is past.
9
Susie
Brady takes my breath away while he kisses me. Our kiss is slow at first, with him nibbling slightly on my bottom lip. He’s stroking me all over, on my butt, hips, back, everywhere. Our kiss builds up, becoming faster and more passionate. Before I know it, he picks me up off my feet, pulling me closer to his rock hard abs, hands squeezing my bottom.
He walks us over to the bed, and gently lays me down. He kisses all down my neck and collarbone, running his hands up and down my legs, moaning deep in his throat.
“Oh my God, you feel so good,” I whisper.
He’s panting already, the look on his handsome face ravenous.
“Just let me know if you want to stop. I want to make sure you’re comfortable.”
I tilt his chin and stare deep into those navy blue eyes.
“I want you to take me. I want my first time to be with you, Brady. Right now. I trust you.”
He smiles at me and starts kissing me again. He spreads my legs and slides between them, running his hand up and down the outsides of my hips. Shivers run through me as his soft touch makes small circles on the inside of my thighs. His mouth moves from my lips and down my jaw line and to my neck. In between kisses, he nips at my neck slightly. I giggle and squirm away from his ticklish kisses, but to no avail. He has my body locked tightly under his and I’m trapped in the spell he’s put me in.
“You look good beneath me,” he growls in my ear.
My reply is breathless.
“I do?”
He chuckles low in his throat and nods before moving downward, kissing the tops of my breasts that show over the top of my dress. He gingerly pulls down my dress straps and slides the fabric down slightly, exposing my pale strapless bra. With one swift motion, he unclips the front, my breasts spilling out. His eyes widen as he takes one in one hand, and closes his mouth around the erect nipple on the other.
