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She hops up and walks to the kitchen to get it. A few minutes later she is walking back with it in her hand. I really thought Jones would have told her no, like it’s insulting to his cooking, but here she is carrying the damn thing out. Typical.

“What did Jones say when you asked for that?” My mouth screws up with distaste in my mouth from the thought of adding it to this glorious meal.

“Jones said he would have to try it sometime as he hasn’t heard of anyone adding ketchup to stew before, it might be a game changer,” she says with a big bright smile on her face.

If I didn’t know any better I would think Jones might be flirting with her, but I know he is gay, and that’s cool with me. He doesn’t bring men back here, he has his own place for that, and he prefers it that way. Not many know he is gay because he is worried the other soldiers might look at him differently. I don’t, he is a great chef, and knows how to protect this house and me, that’s all I want.

“Did you speak to your boss?”

“Erm, yes, I have asked for the month off. He isn’t happy, but I explained something came up with short notice and I couldn’t help it. It will only be for a month and then I will be right back to work.”

“We will see, Sophie.” She eyes me suspiciously but keeps on eating. I know she wants to ask more but won’t, stubborn girl.

Dinner is over and we walk back to the living room. The fire is lit, the house is quiet, and all I can think about is kissing the life out of her. I sit on the sofa, opening my legs wide. “Come here, Sophie.”

She looks at me with wide eyes but comes willingly and stands in front of me. I pull her in close to me, so she is standing in the space I created for her. She rests her hands on my shoulders, while mine are running up and down the back of her legs and back. She smells incredible, I just can’t get enough. I kiss her stomach through the lacy top she has on, she moans and tilts her head back. She wants me as bad as I want her.

“Let me give you all the pleasure you deserve,” I say into the dip between her boobs, she has no bra on, easy access. I bring one hand up and lightly graze her skin under her left breast.

“Yes, Cahill.” That’s all I needed to hear.

I stand quickly, grab her and pull her along with me to my room. I feel as if I need her so badly. This need coursing through my body is overwhelming. When we get to my room, I slam the door shut and push her up against it with my mouth on hers. I love the feel of her soft lips against mine. I have my body pressed so tight against hers I can feel her heart beating and the heat between her legs. I grab her legs to bring them up around my waist, once she is secure, I carry her over to my bed, then throw her down on it. The one day she wears jeans, typical. She looks up at me with big wide brown eyes through her dark framed glasses, and I want to snap a picture. Her mouth is open a little, her lips are puffy, and her chest is rising and falling rapidly.

I step close to the bed. “What do you want, doll?” I ask with my eyes half closed.

“You, Cahill. I want you.”

“How do you want me, doll?”

“Anyway I can have you. I want you.”

“I don’t make love, Sophie. I’m a fuck ‘em and leave ‘em kind of guy.”

“Well, I can’t leave according to you, Cahill. So do you still want to fuck me?”

She has me there. I do want to fuck her. I want to taste every inch of her. I can fuck her and still live with her till the threat is gone, maybe fucking her will get her out of my system so I can get on with my job.

“Yea, doll. I want to fuck you into next week. I hope you can handle me.” I give her a little wink and then rip my t-shirt off. She gets onto her knees and her hands reach up to touch my abs, like she has never seen or felt abs before, but I don’t stop her.

After a few moments I push her down and crawl over her. I start at her feet, and I kiss my way up her body. Once I reach her shoulders, I slide the little straps down, and free her breasts. I take one pink hardened nipple into my mouth, and she throws her head back, arches her spine, and moans. It’s the sexiest thing I have ever seen or heard in my lifetime.

Sophie reaches her hands up and tangles them into my hair to hold me in place. I use my free hands to unbutton her jeans. I lift my head and let go of her nipple so I can slide her jeans down along with her lacy thing, to find she is wearing a little black thong. It barely covers anything.

I was rock hard, but now my cock is begging to be freed from these jeans. Once I slide her jeans off, I sit back on my knees to admire her gorgeous body. I slowly peel the thong down her legs, kissing them every chance I get.

“You are gorgeous, Sophie. I want to kiss every inch of you, but I need to taste you so badly, doll. Spread your legs for me.” I don’t even sound like myself, my voice sounds so lustful right now.

I watch her with hooded eyes, and she drops her luscious legs open for me. I fall to my knees to get my mouth on her shaven pussy. I can already see she is soaking for me, and I can smell her gorgeous scent. Sophie is reclining up on her elbows, watching me. I pull her lips apart and run my nose up her slit to inhale her scent. She throws her arms over her eyes and flops down.

I pull back my head to look at her, asking, “What is wrong doll?”

“You just smelled me. I am so embarrassed.”

“Sophie, you smell and taste incredible. There is nothing to be embarrassed about, doll!” I say forcefully.

Putting my head back I stick my tongue out and have a little lick. She nearly jumps off the bed. She is super responsive to my touch. I find that swollen bulb of hers and go to town on it. I slip two fingers inside her. Within seconds she is coming on my tongue and I can’t get enough of her juices. She is thrashing about on the bed and pulling on the covers, while I hold her hips in place with one arm. Amazing. I keep pumping my fingers as much as I can because her little pussy has them in a vice it’s hard to move.

My cock leaks pre-cum just from her squeezing my fingers. I pull my fingers out and put them in my mouth, greedily licking up her juices while I pull off my own jeans with one hand, then I make quick work of the boxers. My fingers slip back in her quickly. It doesn’t take long for her to reach another climax and orgasm around me. Her moans and cries are music to my ears.

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