Page 19 of The Soldier Next Door
Tears come to Susie’s eyes again.
“She went ballistic. She called me a whore and a prostitute. She said you were just using me like all the whores you’ve probably fucked when you were away, and all this crazy stuff. I thought she was literally going to hurt me she was grabbing my arm so hard,” she explains.
I briefly look over her arms and notice they are a little red. Oh shit, someone set hands on my beautiful girl? Immediately, anger swells up inside of me. I stand up abruptly and pace around the room, shaking my head. My heart starts pounding and I’m breathing heavily. I walk around my living room, and can feel Susie watching me, nervous.
“She called you a what again? What the fuck?” I demand, smacking the wall. I see Susie jump, her eyes wide and frightened. Immediately, I apologize.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. It just makes me so angry that anyone would talk to you like that. You are a caring, passionate, smart, and driven young woman. You have so much ahead of you and you’re so disciplined. How many other women would have waited that long and saved themselves for someone? Don’t let anyone make you think that you are not special, not even your parents. I will never let anyone disrespect you like that.”
She looks up at me with those addictive, soul searching brown eyes. I can’t help but love this woman.
“You mean it?” Susie asks. Her voice is so small and precious, and I can’t help but laugh a little.
I push her hair back and wipe the tears from her face. “Yes Susie, never again. I love you. I knew I loved you from the moment you sent me my favorite passage from the book you were reading back in January. Do you remember what it was?”
She’s smiling and leaning her head into my hand. “Was it the kiss paragraph fromCyrano de Bergerac?” she asks.
I smile, nodding. “Yes, ‘and what is a kiss specifically? A pledge properly sealed, a promise seasoned to taste, a vow stamped with the immediacy of a lip, a rosy circle drawn around the verb ‘to love.’ A kiss is a message too intimate for the ear-’”
“‘Infinity captured in the bee’s brief visit to a flower, secular communication with an aftertaste of heaven, the pulse rising from the heart to utter its name on a lover’s lip: ‘Forever.’” She lets the words flow off her plump, heart shaped lips, finishing the passage from one of my favorite books.
Susie told me she was reading it months ago and that she had fallen in love with the characters because they reminded her a lot of us. I thought that was her subtle way of telling me she loved me because why would she quoteCyranootherwise? And the fact that Susie randomly referenced one of my favorite plays confirmed that she was right for me.
I look into those chocolate brown eyes, my heart in my throat.
“I love you, Susie Monroe. I adore you and I want to be with you forever. You can live here, and you won’t ever be talked to again like that, not even by your parents. I promise you that. You belong to me, and no one treats my woman that way. Do you hear?You belong to me.”
She starts crying again, smiling as tears fall down those round cheeks.
“I love you too, Brady. I’ve loved you for months and I don’t care if we’re been a million miles away from each other. I know who you are, and who I want to be with. Our age difference doesn’t matter, and my parents don’t matter either. All that matters is you and me.”
I pull her in for a hug, smelling her hair and enjoying that sweet hint of vanilla that always dances around her.
“We can make this happen, sweetheart, and don’t you fret, everything will work out with your family. I know you feel stressed because they expect you to be a perfect daughter, but that’s not realistic. No one is perfect, and you’re a woman now, with a woman’s needs and wants. I want you to know that I treasure and accept you, and that we will work this out with Jackie and Jim.”
I feel her start shaking again and her tears soak into my shoulder. I continue holding and rubbing her for what feels like forever. Her skin is so soft, and our bodies fit together perfectly. Even crying, her face is incredibly beautiful with that pink pout as lush as ever.
But this is right because I’ll protect her from anything that makes her feel less than the wonderful woman that she is. I’ve known for a while, ever since our correspondence became deep and meaningful. The sexy pictures and photos were fantastic, but what made the difference was getting to know her: the ins and outs, the significant and the mundane, and the things that made her happy and sad. Susie is the one that I want, and I can’t let anyone disrespect her.
Plus, last night confirmed everything. Our physical connection was perfect and her body responded so eagerly to everything I did. Every stroke elicited a moan. Ever caress made her cryout and shiver. And when she came, I came too, just from the wonder of it all.
Now here we are, embracing each other and finding our center together. She sits back and wipes the last few tears off her face. Then, Susie leans in, ever so slightly, and kisses me lightly on the lips. I kiss her back, slow at first, gently rubbing the side of her face with my thumb as my fingers gently grip the back of her neck. But the need is too strong. I pull her close to me and we start kissing passionately.
I slide my hands up and down her legs, making her moan slightly in my mouth. Then I put my hand up her shirt and start massaging her breast. She’s not wearing a bra and her nipples are hard and perky for me. I immediately start to stiffen, my body yearning to dominate hers. She puts her hand over me and starts rubbing my erection, slowly and sensually. I try to go slow, but it’s impossible given how much she turns me on.
I lower the curvy girl down on the couch and push her shirt up to her chin. I work my tongue around her nipples and lightly bite at them, making her squirm under me. Then I kiss down her stomach and unbutton her shorts. Sliding them down, I expose another pair of cute little black panties. After taking them off, I flip her over and smack her bubble butt. She shrieks in pleasure and pokes it up at me, as if taunting me.
I slide my shorts and briefs off, my erection standing at attention. I rub her mound a few times, but she’s already soaking wet and ready to go. I slide inside her, slowly, knowing she’s probably sore from the day before. Sure enough, Susie lets out a long and low moan as I fill her. I gently tug at her hair, wrapping it around my wrist, and stroke her a little harder.
“Oh, Brady,” she calls out. “Brady!”
I shudder, hearing my name on her lips. Slowly, I push into her again, filling her with every inch of my hardness before pulling back out. I do this for a few moments, driving both of our bodies crazy with the anticipation of orgasm. Her pussy grips me with every stroke, driving me insane with pleasure. I bite my lip, trying my hardest not to explode early.
I put my face in her hair, and the smell of vanilla fills my senses. I start pumping her harder and harder. Her moans turn to pleasure-filled yelps. I hear the sound of our bodies smacking together, driving me closer and closer to a climax. We are both breathing heavily and beads of sweat start forming on my forehead. I keep slamming into her over and over until we both peak at the same time. Her body closes in around me, contracting and squeezing my erection as I fill her with my warm seed.
I collapse on top of her, still sheathed inside her sweet wetness. Neither of us says anything as we just lie there, living in the moment. I kiss her back and shoulders, sending shivers down her spine. Finally, I stand and slide out of her and she rolls over and looks up at me with those enticing brown eyes again.
“How did I get so lucky, Neighbor?”
