“Ace, I want to feel you inside me,” Lexi whispers as I’m eating her pussy.
I pause. “With my tongue?”
She hesitates. Lexi does not have a filthy mouth. She desperately wants me to fuck her but she’s struggling to find the right words.
“No,” she finally says. “With your manhood.”
I grin in the semidarkness. My woman had finally put into words what she needs. “Your wish is my command, ma’am.”
My shaft is as hard as steel as I slowly sink it into Lexi’s sweetness. I close my eyes as every nerve ending in my body tingles. She feels incredible. I pause for a few seconds when my shaft is all the way into her pussy.
She rocks her hips underneath me.
“You’re so hot, Lexi,” I tell her and then start moving in slow deep thrusts.
My body is tense with the effort of maintaining control. I stop myself from ramming into her and instead I give it to her nice and slow until she urges me to go faster. Only then do I unleash the beast within.
Lexi’s hands rake my back and ass, urging me on. I increase the speed of each thrust. Each takes us closer to heaven. Lexi raises herself to meet each thrust. I lose myself in the rhythm of our hard, fast movements.
The only sounds in our room are our groans and our bodies as they come together. Lexi’s movements grow erratic and she squirms underneath me. I don’t change the pace of my thrusts as her orgasm draws closer.
“Ace.” One word with so many different meanings depending on how it’s said. She draws my name out and says it over and over again.
“Lexi.”
“Yes! Oh God, please. Yes.” She wraps her legs around me as she comes noisily pulling me over the edge with her.
Groans fill the room as I empty my hot cum into her, pounding my way through my orgasm.
I slide off her and when she turns, I spoon her, and we fall asleep like that.
I wake up sometime later to an urge to pee. Lexi is already awake. I sleepily make my way to the bathroom and when I return, intending to sleep for another hour two, I spot an envelope on the bedside table.
It is white and formal looking. I slide into bed and pick it up. It’s addressed to me and I immediately know that it’s from the military. I open it carefully with shaking hands.
I rub my eyes unable to believe the words printed on the page. I was going to be a silver star recipient, awarded to those in the military who have distinguished themselves in heroic service. The rest of the letter goes on to give details on the time and place, where the ceremony will be held.
And just like that, I’m transported back to that day.
There are barren, desolate mountains everywhere I look. The helicopter hovers between two mountains and we drop out into an expanse of nothingness. It’s a dramatic landscape but we’re not fooled by the silence and we know danger is waiting for us in the form of the Taliban.
The silence lasts for only a short time. As though there is a timer, blasts reverberate through the mountains. Our mission is to search and rescue members of another platoon that were caught in an ambush. We crawl through the dust, and with every step, there’s danger of an undiscovered bomb going off.
We’re lucky. We make it to where our colleagues lie injured and others dead on the ground. It’s like a scene from a horror movie. I spot people I know. Men who have given up their lives for their country. Men who have loved ones waiting for them back home and now they’ll never return.
I see heads cut from their bodies. Tears stream down my eyes as we search for the ones who are alive. The sound of gunfire breaks through our sorrow.
“Take cover!”
The next few minutes are chaotic and frightening as we fight for our lives. They are more than us but our weapons are stronger. Angered by the sight of our friends who have lost their lives, we fight like men with nothing to lose.
“Ace, please.”
That voice does not belong in Afghanistan. It comes again, its tone urgent and tinged with fear. The fear is what rouses me. I blink rapidly and I realize that I’m sitting up in my bed my hands held out as if I’m holding a weapon.
Lexi is standing near the door, staring at me with fear in her eyes. I put my hands down and fold my fists. I can’t believe it’s fucking happened again! I thought I was done with this PTSD shit. Group therapy has been going well and I was hopeful that my attacks were a thing of the past.
I need to be alone. “I’m fine now,” I tell Lexi. “But you should sleep in the other room.”