Free Waiting for Her Soldier by Cassie Laurent

my hands up his abs and over his chest, feeling the hypnotic tension of his muscles, those long hours of militarily training transformed into bulging, rock-hard vessels of pure, unadulterated strength and manly vitality. I started kissing my way down his abs as my hands worked their way over his body.
    I kissed as far as I could go, then began unbuckling his belt and undoing the button on his pants. Darren eased himself off the couch and I pulled his pants and boxers down off of him, revealing for the first time the enormous bulge I’d felt earlier as I’d straddled him. He was enormous, even with his cock only half hard. Hesitantly, I touched it with my hand, just barely getting my fingers around his girth. Massaging him gently, I kissed his abs again, then slowly made my way down to his cock.
    I took his balls in my hands, running them through my fingers gently as I kissed my way up his cock. I could feel him growing harder with each touch of my lips, his body reacting to the anticipation of what was next. Once I made my way up the shaft I kissed his tip, parting my lips slightly to give him a hint of the wetness inside. Then I gave a quick lick, my tongue just barely flitting out of my mouth, teasing him once more with the deliberateness with which I held off the final pleasure.
    Moving my head back down, I started sucking on his sack, taking each ball and manipulating it with my tongue. I wanted his cock in my mouth and hearing him groan made me dripping wet with desire; I wouldn’t hold out on him much longer, because that would mean putting off my own pleasure. I licked back up his shaft and once at the top I took his tip into my mouth.
    Darren emitted a loud groan, the warm wetness of my mouth apparently living up to the expectations he had been building up in his mind. His cock grew harder and larger, far bigger than when I had started. I pushed my head down onto him, taking his cock deep into my mouth and down my throat, gagging momentarily at his size.
    I almost wondered whether I could fit him inside me. I was soaking wet, but it’d been so long since I’d been with anyone, I might be too tight to fit him. And yet, I wanted him so bad, I wouldn’t care if he stretched my body to the absolute limit; I was ready and willing to do anything for him.
    He held me by the back of my head, clutching my hair as he guided the motions of my mouth on his big cock, thrusting inside me at a slow rhythm. The salty taste of his pre-cum was turning me on, making me yearn for his cock in my tight, wet slit. I swirled my tongue, pressing it to his cock as I held him in my mouth, sucking forcefully as I bobbed up and down on him. I gently dragged my teeth, a teasing sensation that let Darren know how badly I wanted him.
    I enjoyed the feeling of his cock gliding in and out of my mouth. It turned me on so much that before I knew it my hand was down at my crotch, undoing the buttons on my jeans so that I could touch myself while I pleasured him. I sucked on him passionately. I was his completely; he had to know that by now. I wanted him to take me, to fuck me hard. I’d been so innocent in high school when we’d hung out, and I wasn’t necessarily the most experienced girl in my twenties, but I wanted him to treat me dirty right now. I wanted him to give it to me hard, but as I sucked him off, I wondered: was he going to make me ask for it?
    Fortunately, I think Darren had some idea what I had in mind, because moments later he gently touched my chin, pulling my mouth off his cock and tilting my head up to look him in the eyes.
    “I want you, Lauren. I want to fuck you so badly. Why don’t you take off the rest of those clothes?”
    Flashing a dirty smile, and without saying so much as a single word, I undid the rest of the buttons on my jeans and let them fall to the floor. Then I peeled off my panties, letting them slide down to my ankles. I stepped out of them and made my way back over to the couch. Straddling Darren once