Valentine from a Soldier(17)

“That sounds good to me. I’ve got a room upstairs.”

“I thought we could go back to my room tonight,” he said, his blue eyes searching mine.

“Sure,” I agreed, not sure what exactly was different from his hotel room than my own.

He took my hand and led me across the lobby, down the hallway where I’d thought I’d spotted him last night. Sliding his keycard into the lock, he pushed open the door for me, and my heart skipped a beat as I stepped inside. Candles were flickering atop every surface, casting a warm, romantic glow across the room. Two dozen red roses filled a vase on the table, alongside a bottle of champagne chilled in a bucket and a heart-shaped box of chocolates. The bedspread was strewn with rose petals, and two glass filled with champagne were already on the nightstand. I turned around to face Ryan, wonder in my eyes.

He gave me a slightly embarrassed shrug. “I was hoping you’d forgive me. I would’ve felt kind of silly coming back to all of this alone.”

“It’s amazing,” I said, gazing up at him.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered. He stared into my eyes and then slowly leaned over and kissed me. His mouth was soft and warm, and even though we were just getting started, I had the impression that the scent of his aftershave would linger on me long after the sun came up. This wasn’t a man in a hurry. He gently cupped my face in his hands, and I kissed him back, gently tugging on his lower lip as our kiss grew in intensity. Taking that as an invitation, his strong arms slid around me, and he gently backed me up, his mouth never leaving mine, until my legs were pressed against the edge of the bed.

He gently caressed my cheek with his muscular hand. “You are so beautiful,” he murmured. He kissed me again, and his strong fingers slid beneath one slinky spaghetti strap of my dress. He gently ran his fingers up and down over my skin, as if he wasn’t sure if he should continue or if I would let him. I met his eyes, and he slowly lowered his mouth to my chest, softly kissing me along the tops of my breasts. I sighed contentedly, closing my eyes as I felt his warm breath and soft lips against my skin.

“I’ve wanted to touch you all night,” he said huskily. He reached down and unzipped the side zipper of my dress, helping me to slip the straps off my shoulders. The red satin confection fell to the ground, leaving me standing in my black strapless bra and black lace panties. “God, you’re so sexy,” he murmured.

Ryan quickly took off his uniform, undressing down to only his boxers, and he lifted me up into his strong arms. I could see his erection already forming and was dying to feel him inside me again. He placed me onto the bed and climbed in beside me, his warm body pressed tightly against mine as we kissed. He reached around my back and unhooked my bra, kissing my breasts tenderly again and again. One hand slid down until he was caressing me through my lace panties. “Is this okay?” he whispered.

“Yes,” I gasped, as he found my sweet spot.

After a moment he pulled my panties down, and his fingers moved through my folds. “God, you are so wet,” he muttered. His fingers trailed upward until he found my fleshy nub, and he began to trace in slow circles. I could already feel a warmth building inside of me, and I gasped as he slightly sped up his movement. “I want to taste you,” he murmured. I arched my back up suddenly, the memory of him going down on me a week ago seared into my brain.

He moved down my body, and positioning himself between my legs, lowered his mouth and gently licked me with his tongue. I writhed under his touch, not sure how much longer I would be able to contain myself with his delicate caress. Ryan gripped my thighs and pushed each leg up and over his strong shoulders, opening me up even further to him. He lowered his mouth again, and after teasingly moving his tongue up and down, began to suck on my clitoris. I gasped and whimpered, unable to move in this position. It was unbelievable that such a big, strong man was able to give me such sweet pleasure. He didn’t let up, and I could feel the heat burning through me until I was spiraling out of control, crying out again and again.

Kissing me one last time, he eased my legs off of his shoulders. Kneeling between my widespread legs, he pulled a condom on over his throbbing manhood. Ryan kissed his way back up my abdomen, until his lips met with mine and his penis was pushing up against my mound. I reached down to guide him inside me, and my breath caught as his length and girth filled me up. Ryan hovered above me, gazing into my eyes and softly kissing my lips as he began to move. The slow, steady pace of him filling me up, sliding in inch-by-inch and then back out again, was getting me aroused once more. I gasped as he thrust slightly deeper and the base of his penis met with my sensitive nub. Ryan kissed me again, his tongue pushing inside of my mouth. I ached for him to make me come again, releasing the tension building up inside of me, and he began to pick up sped, his mouth stopping any moans that were coming from mine. I gasped again as he thrust harder, and as I clutched onto his strong shoulders, I finally cried out his name.