Perfect Soldier: The Complete Story (5-Part BBW Military Romance Novel) (17 page)

Another moan.
Yes, she’s the perfect woman for me
.

***

Catherine

When Colt gave it to me over the side of the bed I
damn near lost it. His cock slid in and out of me, the head going deep, hitting
me right where it mattered. Every now and then he’d give me a little spank,
knowing I liked it rough. This might have been the hardest he’d ever fucked me
–
well worth the ten hour flight!

The funniest thing was I would have been just as
happy even if we weren’t in Paris. All that mattered right now was being with
Colt, feeling his cock inside of me, releasing all the desire that had built up
over the many weeks he’d been away. Tonight it was all coming out in a perfect
spiral of tantalizing sexual bliss.

I threw my head back just then and he pulled at my
hair, pummeling me with his giant cock. I moaned loudly, almost screaming,
positive that I was waking up guests in the rooms next to us. Then I felt the
rapture of orgasm coming on again, almost as suddenly as before. But this time
it was deeper, more fulfilling, embracing me completely in indescribable pleasure.

“I’m coming again!
I’m coming!
Don’t stop,
please don’t stop, please,
please
---“

I trailed off into a fit of moans and whimpers,
unable to complete a sentence or even a single word. My legs felt weak now,
still bent over the bed. The climax was taking over, my legs tingled and almost
buckled.

My face was pressed down into the bed and I
collapsed there, letting my orgasm overcome me, moaning incomprehensibly at the
pleasure of Colt’s vitality, his passionate, hard fucking and his pulsing cock
still inside me.

Then he pulled out and I climbed back on the bed,
laying on my back, spreading my legs so he could mount me again. He pushed back
inside me and went slow, nearing his own orgasm. I could feel his beating
heart, the pulse in his cock, throbbing and filling me with pleasure.

But soon he started stroking faster, his hands on my
tits, pushing inside me while he sucked at my neck. Then he came in for a kiss
as I felt him filling me with a huge load of cum. I could barely believe the
feeling it gave me. Had he not jerked off the entire time he’d been overseas?
His load was
massive
, warm and sticky. He held himself inside me for a
second longer and then started to pull out.

“No,” I said. “Keep it inside me, I like this.”

Colt leaned in and kissed me, making out with me
passionately, our wet tongues touching. I felt another little jump of his cock
and more cum spilling inside me, lining my pussy. I grabbed his butt and held
him there, feeling his big cock going soft. But I still wanted him inside me,
didn’t want to let him go, to let it all be over so soon.

But it wasn’t over, now that I thought about it. We
had five more days together. Five for days of talking, laughing, cuddling,
loving, and fucking. But one question remained:
Would five days ever be
enough?

I pulled him closer to me just then and silently
told myself to concentrate on the present. It didn’t matter that this short
vacation was merely an oasis in the desert of our time apart. We would enjoy it
for what it was, even though at the end of it we’d ultimately be parting ways.

At least for now I knew that Colt was safe, and that
I was safe, too, wrapped up securely in the muscles of his big arms.

Chapter
One

Catherine

The next week was almost too much for me to
describe. Colt spared no expense, from flashy restaurants with fine champagne
to shopping sprees in the Parisian shopping district. It was a small taste of a
kind of life that was completely foreign to me and it seemed like a wonderful
little dream, far too easy and carefree to be reality.

But if I’m being honest, all the shopping and nice
dinners and gorgeous avenues we walked down wouldn’t have meant anything to me
without Colt by my side. I would just as soon have been back in Oklahoma at the
diner where we first met, or driving down to Dallas to take in a football game
at Cowboys Stadium.

I didn’t need all this fancy European junk to be
happy; I just needed Colt. The smile on my face whenever we were together was
enough to let him know that. Nonetheless, I appreciated the gesture. I knew he
was doing this because it’d be far too long before we saw each other again. He
wanted to give me a unique experience, create a new memory that would last a
long time, that I could return back to in my mind as I lay in bed alone over
the next several months spent apart.

Upon waking up each morning, we made love
passionately in the silk sheets of our penthouse bed. After showering, we
walked down to a café around the block. I’d sit there munching croissants,
sipping coffee and reading the book I’d bought at the airport. Colt stayed with
me for a bit, but soon he’d get restless and we’d get up and walk around the
city.

One day, we decided to rent a car and drive out to
the countryside to a wine tasting. It was Colt’s idea, even though I knew he
didn’t care much for wine. Like I said, he was trying to pack so much into
these five days, to give us both blissful mental images that would sustain us
over the lonely months ahead.

I looked over at him on our way to the vineyard, the
sun shining on and shadowing the contours of his face as he sped along the
country roads of France. He was going fast, almost too fast, whipping the car
around corners and taking it over 100 MPH on straightaways. I laughed to myself
and looked out the window; it was as if he thought that because he was in a
foreign country, the rules didn’t apply to him.

But really I think part of his adventurousness was a
result of his new sense of freedom. I knew Colt loved being a soldier, but
sometimes his duties could be constraining. The life was austere and difficult.
The Colt I knew was disciplined, but he relished the opportunity to break free
on occasion, to feel the wind in his hair and experience life to its fullest.
It was nice to see him so carefree and happy.

And yet throughout the entire week there was a dark
cloud hanging over us, the simple knowledge that despite how happy we were, it
was all about to be stolen away from us in a few days. I would fly back home
and Colt would head back to Afghanistan.

I tried not to think about it, and most of the time
I could forget, at least momentarily. But each time I found myself
unreflectively happy, I would soon remember that it wasn’t a happiness that
could last.

I could tell that similar thoughts were on Colt’s
mind, but it was as if we had a tacit agreement never to mention such things in
conversation. Even if we were both privately dreading the end of the week, we
somehow thought it inappropriate to talk about, not wanting to intrude on the
other’s happiness with the suggestion that these blissful days would ultimately
come to an end.

Occasionally, however, I’d catch Colt staring at me
with a sad look in his eyes. As soon as I made eye contact he’d force on a
smile, or pretend he was looking at something else. I started to realize that
military life had been easier on him when we weren’t together. Now he felt like
he had something to lose, and that made him feel more vulnerable, even if he’d
never admit it out loud.

***

Colton

I woke up late one morning in Paris to find that Cat
had already gotten out of bed. I could hear the shower running in the bathroom
across the suite, the sound of water falling, a low, delicate hum.

Getting out of bed, I reached my arms up in the air
and stretched. Rubbing my stomach, I walked across the room, opening the
bathroom door and sliding inside. I slipped off my boxers and drew back the
shower curtain.

Cat turned, slightly surprised at first, but the
initial surprise soon gave way to a naughty smile. This was one of the ways we
liked it best: wet and quick, a perfect way to start the day, fully-sexed and
refreshed.

I put my arms around her, clutching her breasts as I
pressed my body into hers, my semi-hard cock disappearing in the curves of her
voluptuous ass. Then she bent over, bracing against the wall, allowing me to
slide inside her. I gave it to her soft, and then hard, and before long I was
gushing inside of her, sending a white-hot river of cum into her pussy.

She moaned in response and I gave her ass a spank.
Just another morning in Paris.

Well, not really. It was our last morning together.
We were scheduled to fly out later tonight at 10:00 PM. Cat would be getting
home very, very early in the morning. I unfortunately had a stop in Dubai,
where I was supposed to check back in at the hospital to be cleared before
heading back to Afghanistan.

But the shower sex was nice, because it felt normal
and relaxed. It allowed us both to pretend for a little longer that we wouldn’t
be leaving each other at the end of tonight.

After we got dressed we headed out to a restaurant
for brunch. I’m not the biggest fan of French cuisine. I don’t know a hell of a
lot about it, to be quite honest. But I was grateful for any decent meal I
could get. Before long, I’d be back in the desert. And as much as I’d grown
accustomed to goat meat, I knew it wasn’t going to compare well with the
delicacies I’d tasted in Paris.

We spent most of the day just walking around the
maze of streets, taking pictures of old churches and other historic sites. I
was just content to be with Cat, to walk through the streets with her hand in
mine, feeling her bump up against my side now and again.

Once while we were crossing a river, Cat stopped a
couple walking past us and asked them to take a picture as we stood on the
bridge. When the flash went off, Cat grabbed me and kissed me on the lips. It
was cliché, and maybe a bit contrived, but it felt right; it felt appropriate
to the day, to the much needed vacation, the cherry on top of our time spent
together.

But inevitably the day came to an end. We drank a
lot at dinner: wine, champagne, etc. I guess both of us thought it would make
parting ways easier – something about which we were both mistaken.

With our bags already packed, we had the concierge
call us a cab to take us to the airport. And we left Paris just the way we’d
come to it: with her leaning on my shoulder in the backseat of a cab as the
driver careened through the darkened streets.

Once we both got through security at the airport, we
headed to her gate. Her flight was leaving a little bit before mine, which
meant I had time to say goodbye to her and still make my plane.

We held out to the very last minute, her sitting on
my lap as we waited alongside the other passengers. Then finally her flight was
called to board. We got up and said goodbye, sharing one last passionate kiss.
I squeezed her ass playfully. It wasn’t some oversexualized thing, just
something that let her know how much I wanted her, how much I hated to be
leaving her again.

Then I watched as she disappeared through the tunnel
and boarded the plane. I stood there for a while longer and watched it taxi
away from the gate, joining a long line of planes on the runway waiting to take
off. I checked my watch and realized my plane would be boarding soon. Picking
up my bag, I started walking briskly towards my gate on the other side of the
airport.

Goodbye, Cat.

Chapter
Two

Catherine

As I settled into my trip home, I was grateful when
a flight attendant came by with a glass of champagne. After I finished that, I
asked if she had anything harder.

“Could I get a vodka soda?” I asked.

“Oui, madame.”

The young flight attendant came back shortly. I took
a deep sip of the drink and stared out the glass pane beside me as we jetted
through the night air. I could still see the lights of Paris from the window
and I knew that somewhere down there Colt was waiting for his plane.

I ordered another drink. I’d probably had too much,
but I was hoping that if I drank enough I’d fall asleep early and I’d wake up
back in the States. I dreaded the thought of the long flight across the dark
Atlantic. It’s not that I was scared or nervous or anything. I just knew that
if I didn’t fall asleep, I’d be up all night thinking about Colt.

It’s funny, actually. The time spent together only
seemed to make me miss him more. It was as getting a taste of life with him
again made it even harder to get by than it normally was. School would be
starting up in about a month in a half and I was desperately looking forward to
it. At least that would distract me slightly from worrying about Colt.

It certainly didn’t help now that I’d found out he’d
been shot in battle. I mean
really
,
shot
! It was crazy how
nonchalant he was about it, as if it was all part of a day in the life. But I
knew that wasn’t true, not even for a soldier. Part of me was in awe at how
brave about it he was, but really I just wanted him back home safe with me.

He of course knew how worried I was and whenever I
brought it up over the course of our week in Paris, he’d try to brush it off,
to convince me it couldn’t happen again.

“Lightning doesn’t strike the same place twice,” he
said.

“Yeah, but this isn’t lightning. It’s the Taliban
purposely shooting at you.”

“Well, they’ve got even worse aim than lightning,”
said Colt with a laugh.

I smiled at the time, hoping he was right. But
inside, I was still praying for him.

***

Colton

After boarding my flight, I tried to make myself
comfortable so I could get some rest. I closed my eyes and tried to relax as
the flight attendant went over the safety instructions. I needed something to
get my mind off things.

I wasn’t nervous about flying, but I was concerned
about having an eight hour trip ahead of me where I’d be alone with just my own
thoughts to keep me occupied. I already missed Cat, and knew I’d be counting
down the months until I would see her again.

What’s crazy about that is I’m not the type of guy
to tally the days I spend on active duty, desperately hoping for my first leave
of absence. I loved being a soldier. I didn’t mind the harsh lifestyle or being
out on the battlefield. The truth was I’d always gotten restless living
civilian life. Before I’d met Cat, a call up to active duty seemed like a great
way to escape the mundane, everydayness of having a regular job. But now I
sometimes felt like I was risking too much.

Before heading back to the field, I was on my way to
Dubai, where I would stop over at the hospital so the doctors could evaluate my
progress. If they were satisfied, I’d be on a direct flight to Kabul in
no-time.

I pulled a small blue velvet box out of my pocket
and turned it around in my hand, inspecting it from multiple angles before I
popped it open. Inside was the diamond ring I’d almost given to Cat. It
sparkled under the overhead light, attracting the attention of the passenger
next to me, an older French woman.

“Someone is a lucky girl,” she said with a wink,
through surprisingly good English.

“I’m the lucky one,” I said, snapping shut the case.

I smiled at the woman to be polite, but by now I was
already lost in my own thoughts. Paris would have been the perfect place to
propose,
so why hadn’t I done it?
That was a complicated question, and
one I knew would regrettably be occupying my mind for the rest of my long
flight.

I turned off my overhead light and closed my eyes
again, doing my best to fall asleep.

***

Catherine

I woke up in New York City. It was the middle of the
night with the time change and I had a long layover, which meant I had a lot of
time to kill in the airport terminal. I grabbed my carry-on bag and shuffled
off the plane with the other passengers. My layover was about four hours – far
too short to go to a hotel. Now I had a crucial decision to make: nap in the
terminal, or grab a cup of coffee and just tough it out?

I decided on the former. My sleep schedule would
already be majorly messed up as it was given the length of the flight. I knew
jetlag would come back to haunt me in Tulsa. Somehow I’d avoided a bad case of
it in Paris; I guess the excitement of being with Colt made it easy to stay
awake during the day. And after a powerful orgasm, it was always easy for me to
fall asleep at night. Not surprisingly, I slept better in Paris that I had in
the last several months.

But I didn’t want to miss my early flight, so I set
an alarm on my phone before attempting to nap in the terminal. It was an uneasy
rest at best, and after an hour went by I decided to get up and grab a coffee
and a bagel.

Afterwards, I wandered over to one of the news
stores and started browsing books and magazines. I’d finished the book that I’d
bought at the start of a trip while we were still in Paris. I’d need something
else to read if I wasn’t going to die of boredom on the long flight from New
York to Tulsa.

I saw several books on current events, the war in
Afghanistan more specifically. Picking one up, I flipped through the pages. I
wanted to know more of what Colt’s life was like over there; he was so
secretive sometimes. But I also knew what he’d say, that a book like this would
only make me worry unduly and that I would just making things harder on myself.

The curiosity was there, but I fought it back,
putting the book down and walking over to the new fiction section where I
selected something off the New York Times Best Sellers list. I paid for the
book and went back to my gate to wait for the final flight home that would be
boarding in about an hour and fifteen minutes.