Page 7 of A Man On A Mission

I was telling the truth, but I made it hard to really understand who I was, and I was proud of that. I wanted to lay it down and make it simple, I was here for Amber because she was mine. It hadn’t gone as smoothly as I’d hoped, but just as soon as Ashley left, Amber and I could get back to it.

The problem was that Ashley wasn’t there visiting. She was over because they’d planned a day together and it was an all-girl kind of day. It was just going to be a longer wait before we could be together. I wasn’t too happy about that. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do, but I knew then that I was going to have to wait even longer. The waiting was killing me. I felt like I was always on the cusp and there was nothing to be done about it.

Amber and Ashley took off to go to the spa. I knew that I was going to be the subject of their chatting, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was making sure that Amber came back soon, and we got started where we were when she left. That was the only worry I had in the world.

I sat around her place for a time, before deciding that I was going to go get a drink or something. The town was small, but it had a drinking hole. That was where I pointed my rented truck to. It was nice to be off the base and a civilian again, but the perks that I was looking for were still not available. I wanted Amber, needed her. I had traveled to get here, meet her, and now I was waiting around for everything else. It was enough to make me go mad.

By the time Amber got back home, she was half-drunk, and Ashley told me that she didn’t hold her liquor very well. I didn’t know what kind of spa served alcohol, but I was ignorant of that fact apparently, and Ashley said that they did it a lot.

“I know who you are now,” Ashley told me as I was taking her friend indoors. I waited for her to tell me who I was, but then Amber looked up and said that I was the one. I’d never imagined her saying that, but, of course, it was just what I needed. I needed her to believe what I believed. I wasn’t here just to say hello. I was here to take her back with me, make a new home for the both of us. That was the plan and the quicker she got with the program, the better off we would all be.

Amber was too far gone to finish what we started, and I was bummed out for that, but she said that I was the one. I think I could wait a little while longer…

We went to sleep with Amber on my chest. It took me some time to think of other things enough to go to sleep, but once I did, I think I slept better than I had in a very long time. Just having her beside me was a balm to my nerves.

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I wokeup to Amber on my chest. She had a shy look on her face. I was up, her squirming made it impossible to stay asleep. I asked her if everything was okay, and her face turned red. She looked down to see if she was still wearing clothes, asking me if we had done anything.

“Don’t you remember?” I asked, pretending like I was offended.

“No…” Amber’s voice trailed off and she was quickly trying to remember the night before. The whole time she was sprawled across my chest, and I swear that I could hear and feel every single breath of air that got pulled into her lungs.

“We didn’t do anything, Amber. You will remember every bit of that when it’s our time. I wouldn’t do anything when you were that far gone. You were drunk.”

Amber agreed and she tried to get up, but I stopped her and asked her for a kiss. She’d tempted me the night before about being together. She told me more than once that she was horny and damn it, I was. She’d been squirming on my chest for half an hour, I was ready to pop. Not to mention that if she went too far down, she was going to find out how worked up I really was. I didn’t want that to happen.

Our lips met and it was a soft and innocent kiss at first. I tried my best to hold it together, but I couldn’t. She was kissing me back, making those little sounds that had me going. I was so ready, so turned on, and Amber pulled away like it was too much. I was just getting started, I wanted to overwhelm her until she could barely breathe like me. Whatever I had dreamed about, I figured that it must have been intense, because I was raring to go.

Amber noticed; she’d backed up too far and her eyes flew to mine. Amber was so small on me. Her fingertips were tiny points and she stopped like she had felt something bad, I didn’t know what to think. I was ready and so damn willing. She was just getting up and I wanted her to look at me differently when we were together first.

Picking her up and pushing her back toward where she came from on the other side of her bed, I told her that I was going to go take a shower. She’d felt too much, and I needed a moment. Amber was just messing with my head at this point. Or, just as high of a chance, I was messing with my own head because I couldn’t stop overthinking it.

I turned the water on and let it get as hot as it could. I stepped underneath the spray, wondering then what I was doing here. Maybe it was a mistake for me to come here. It certainly felt like it.

Then, I heard the bathroom door open, and everything started to change. I was ready for some company. It was all I could do to stop myself from checking. I called out instead, asking Amber if she needed something. No answer. I asked again and the door to the shower opened and then she was standing in front of me.

Amber had no clothes on. She covered her body shyly, well a failed attempt to anyways, but I could see everything. I wasn’t sure if she knew that or not, she didn’t seem to, and I wasn’t going to burst her bubble. Parts of me acknowledged her immediately and I wondered what that meant for us. Her eyes were full of my desires, and she was still nervous, but she had come here. She had to know that I would be like this.

“Amber, what are you doing?”

She shrugged and said that she literally had no idea. “You asked me before how long it had been, and I want to tell you the truth.”

“Okay…” Why was she acting weird?

Amber pressed her lips together, her eyes dashing for my hard length. I wanted to cover it up, just so she could get the words out. She was obviously too distracted.

“It’s been forever,” Amber said softly. I wanted her to repeat it because I was sure that I had heard her wrong, but I didn’t want to push it.

I pulled her toward me and kissed her. The door shut and the water was too hot, so I turned it down. “You never wrote about that,” I said. I was confused. Did that mean what I thought that meant? How? She was twenty-five now. That made no sense, I mean, look at her.

Her eyes skittered away, back down to the hard length that now touched her hip on accident. She moved back like it was going to burn her. All her attention was on that, and I finally asked her if she wanted to touch it. Amber pulled her hand away, even though she hadn’t even touched it and looked at me with a mild smile.

“Touch it?”

“Yeah, you seem to be curious, like you’ve never touched one before.”

She said that she hadn’t, and she was curious. I waited; my heart was pounding louder in my ears than the shower. Finally, her hand came out and she only hesitated for a moment before she wrapped her hand around it and closed tightly around it. For someone who had never touched one before, she certainly felt like a pro. I groaned and she stopped, looking at me like she was afraid that I would be hurt. Her hand came away and I growled, this time telling her that everything was fine, if she didn’t take her hand off me. She was wide-eyed, and looked at me like I might get her at any moment.

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