A Soldier's Christmas (14 page)

New Year had come and gone a week ago as
Emma stood in the living room of their temporary home. Logan had been back on
base for that week, and they’d signed a ten-month lease for the house the day
before. The afternoon had been spent with moving their belongings inside. They
didn’t have all that much stuff, but she discovered just how much she loved
setting up home after their trip to home depot.

She had plans to romance her handsome man
to celebrate their new home, which was why they’d turned his friends invite to
meet for drinks down. Logan had told her that they might go down to his
favorite bar when he was ready to share her. He wanted to introduce her to some
of his buddies and their wives so that she wasn’t so alone when he was on base.

She liked the idea, but she was more of a
loner, which was why she’d get lost in her own stories.

As she thought about her next book, she
spotted Logan watching her from the kitchen. “Hey babe, what’s up?” Emma asked
as he closed the distance between them.

“Nothing’s up...at least, not yet.” He
grinned.

Emma rolled her eyes, and wrapped her arms
around his waist. “I want to dance with you in here before the furniture
arrives tomorrow,” she offered a wicked grin, “and we’ll see how long it takes
to get it
up
.” She smirked.

He laughed. “It won’t take long for us to
christen the house.”

“That I do believe...give me a minute.” She
pulled out of his arms, and fiddled with her cell while she felt his eyes on
her.

She’d pulled a long shirt on after her
shower, and she felt his eyes wander up and down her legs.

She loved to tease him, and he was about to
be one lucky guy.

Setting her cell phone down as soft music
played from it, she wrapped her arms around Logan’s neck as his arms went
around her waist and pulled her close. Just the feel of him against her had
arousal coursing through her body. She smiled when his hands slipped to her
bottom and gripped her shirt. As he pulled the shirt higher, he dipped down
with a hand and caressed her naked bottom.

He growled and pulled her leg up to his
hip, which had her wide open as she rubbed against the bulge behind his zipper.

She bit his lobe and delighted when he
hardened even more.

“Emma,” he growled, “you have me acting
like a horny teenager.”

She smiled and kissed along his jaw.
“There’s nothing about you that resembles a teenager. Not from your
whisker-covered jaw to your sensual mouth,” she placed a whisper of a kiss
across his lips seconds before she yanked her shirt off to reveal her naked
body, “and I love your chest hair; how it causes my nipples to harden and
tingle when I rub against you.” She did just that, and a shudder went through
them. She gripped his arms and added, “I love how it trails down to your groin.”

He let out a choked groan.

She continued, “But I find it so hot when I
watch your penis swell with need from the thatch of hair that covers your
balls.”

Logan panted into Emma’s neck. “Please...don’t...say...anything
else. My cock is so hard that I’m afraid it’s going to snap in two, and my
briefs are wet with precum.” He thrust his hips into Emma’s.

“I love that I do this to you.” She nibbled
his lobe and sighed in pleasure.

His mouth dipped and captured one of her
cherry nipples between his tongue and the roof of his mouth as he suckled and
massaged her ripe flesh.

Emma gasped and made quick work of his jeans,
shoving them down his hips before she wrapped her hand around him.

The length of him quivered and released
more precum at her touch, but she felt him tremble against her when she rubbed
it into the sensitive head.

“I need to taste you,” she begged, releasing
him. “One minute. Don’t move.” She quickly dragged a cushion from the one chair
in the living room before she dropped to her knees in front of him. “Now...really,
don’t move.”

She sighed in pleasure when his fully erect
penis bobbed in front of her face. It reached his navel, and was really thick.
The more she stared without touching, the more he twitched and slowly released
precum.

She found it arousing to watch how he
reacted to her closeness, and when she reached out and tickled along the vein that
popped along his length, he swelled even more. She used her fingernail to rub
into the slit on the bulging head of his shaft, and had to use her other hand
on his bottom to keep him close when he tried to step away from her touch.

“Too much, Emma,” he gasped, and rocked his
hips. “I want...
fuck
...I...God.”

She chuckled with how he couldn’t string a sentence
together. He wouldn’t be able to when her mouth got in on the action.

Her tongue slipped between her lips and she
wet them as she gazed up at him. Then, holding his gaze with hers, she leaned
forward and licked around his sac. As she slowly licked up his rigid cock, his
hands slipped through her hair and massaged her scalp.

She felt the control he used to not shove
his dick inside her mouth, which was why she tortured him and swirled her
tongue around the soaked head. She licked up all his arousal and opened her
mouth wide to suck him inside when he released more precum against her tongue.

“Emma...babe...let me inside you,” Logan
begged.

She took so much of him inside her mouth
that she felt his legs as they trembled in response. As she let him slip free,
he seemed to sigh in relief. “You are inside me,” she purred. Before he could
say anything else, she had his length reaching the back of her throat.

Her mouth was so full. She pulled back
slightly so that she could curl her tongue around the sensitive head while her
hand fondled his sac. She loved that he didn’t shave his groin, and slipped her
fingers through the dark curls that protected his balls.

“It’s so hot seeing you on your knees while
you suck me off.”

To reply, she’d have to remove him from her
mouth, and she had no intention of doing that because she couldn’t stop. While
she pumped and sucked his shaft, his seed started to spill from his penis.

He groaned, long and loud as he came hard,
and Emma delighted as she took every bit of his release down her throat. It
made her feel sexy and powerful that it was her who brought him so much
pleasure.

Once his release eased off, she gently
licked him clean as he went limp and tried to move her away.

“Emma, you have to stop.”

She wouldn’t listen.

“Fuck!” He arched his hips toward her.
“Emma,” he gasped.

Emma finally released him from her mouth
and smiled at his semi-aroused state. “You enjoy that?”

She smirked up at him because his satisfied
smile said it all, and she wanted to do that over and over again. He was her
man, and she loved bringing him off the way that she had. It was arousing and
the throb between her legs told her as much.

Her legs pressed together to try and ease
some of the tension in her body, but it made it worse, and it wouldn’t settle
until she’d come.

Jumping up, Emma watched as Logan yanked
the rest of his clothes off, and stood in front of her, ready to go again.

“I need you to make me come,” Emma rushed
out before she reached for Logan.

Their lips sealed together and their
tongues caressed and held before Logan took over. He started to stab her mouth with
his tongue as hotly as he would his cock when he got inside her. She loved him
fucking her mouth, and when she climbed up him, her legs wrapped around his
hips, she started to ride his rigid length. Her pussy was so wet with need that
she lubricated his dick, which slipped inside her easily.

“More,” she gasped as her back came up against
the wall, and Logan thrust all the way inside her.

“God, you’re so tight like a fist.” Logan
grunted when Emma contracted around him.

He held them still, and asked, “How close
are you?”

“Give it to me hard and you’ll find out.”

“Fuck,” he hissed between his teeth.

With slight rearrangement, Logan held her
bottom in one hand, and her wrists over her head with the other. His eyes
blazed fire as they gazed into hers, and then he started to move.

Each stroke was long, hard, and ended with
a rub against her clit. She couldn’t think and only concentrated on what Logan
was doing to her. Then she felt her orgasm as it started in her toes and slowly
made its way through her. Her belly tightened as she ground down on him and her
eyes rolled in her head. Logan grabbed and held her hips against him as he
rocked her. Her insides pulsed strongly with her release while she gripped his
penis to prolong it. Just as she started to drift down from the high that Logan
had sent her on, she felt his shaft swell before his seed splashed against her
walls, which set off more convulsions through her sex while she milked every
last drop from his body.

Logan finally released her hips and rocked
gently into her while they rode out their pleasure together. He cupped her face
and kissed her. “I love you.” He continued to rock. “I can’t stop loving you.
I’m getting hard again.”

“Mmm,” Emma moaned, and moved seductively
against him, her nipples grazed the hair on his chest. “I love feeling you
against me like this. And inside me
;
you’re so big and
fill me up. I don’t ever want you to stop.”

“I won’t, baby.”

“I love you, too, Logan.”

They didn’t surface again for a while.

“Mrs. Logan Richards,” Logan whispered into
her ear, and sent a bolt of desire through her as he slow danced her around the
dance floor.

They’d been married for about five hours
and Emma wanted to sneak off to their hotel suite to be alone with her husband.

Husband
.

She sighed, her love ever stronger for the
man who held her tightly against him.

He looked so handsome in his dress blues,
and part of her was sad that they’d been retired to the back of the closet. But
she’d wanted Logan to wear them when they married because he’d given twenty
years of his life to the Army. Although that part of his life was over, their
life together as man and wife was just beginning, even though, their journey
had started nearly three years ago now when she’d written her first letter to
an unknown soldier. Her care package had finally arrived about two months after
she’d mailed it. Logan had been delighted with the contents, but all it had
done for Emma was remind her of the time they had no contact.

Since meeting, they’d been inseparable when
he wasn’t on base, and her family had supported them since Christmas. Her
relationship with her mother especially, had been like it always had been
before Seth entered her life, way back when—as a mother and daughter’s
relationship should be.

“What are you thinking about?”

“You, my family, my love for the sexy
Soldier who is currently holding me in his arms...
my husband
.”

He smiled against her cheek, and held her
even closer if that was possible. “I love hearing you call me husband...
wife
.”

“Mmm,” she mumbled, and cupped the back of
his head, and then whispered into his ear, “I think I’m going to scream
husband
when you make me come tonight.”

Logan had been desperate to make love to
his wife from the moment the priest had pronounced them man and wife. He’d had
himself under control until she talked about screaming and coming in the same
sentence. Because of her words, he was so hard behind his zipper that it wasn’t
funny. If she weren’t wrapped up in her fairy tale wedding dress, she’d have
been able to feel him against her thigh. It didn’t stop him from feeling every
move of her body against him though.

Emma was his heart, and he’d never been so
in love before. Some days he had no idea how he’d gotten so lucky, but he never
complained. She filled the every part of him to the point that he wasn’t sure
he’d ever survive without her by his side.

Which made him glance around the room and
settle on Claire. It had been difficult for her being back in North Carolina,
surrounded by the men who had served with Matt, and the wives who had been
there to support her initially. But as he watched her now, she smiled at
something Travis said to her. Logan frowned and wondered what was going on,
because he’d seen Travis watch her on and off the day before after they’d first
been introduced. He wasn’t really worried about her with Travis because Claire
had a temper on her, and wouldn’t be embarrassed to use it if he went further
than she was ready for. He wasn’t actually sure that she’d ever be ready.

Matt should have been the one to stand up
with him at his wedding but, although he’d been overwhelmed with sadness at the
rehearsal, he’d managed on the day with the love of his wife.

With thoughts of Emma rolling around in his
head, he smiled down at her and kissed the tip of her nose.

“Have I told you lately that I love you...Mrs.
Richards?
Because I do.
Very much.”

Emma caressed his face, and brought her
lips within mere inches of his. “I know you do,” she smiled, “but not as much
as I love you.”

The End