Carlos' POV
I was shocked to see Stephanie here. I didn't expect her here until tomorrow. I wasn't going to go out tonight. I was planning on staying behind, but now that Stephanie's here, I want to go out. When I first arrived, we'd spend any off nights in town, having a few drinks, hanging out with each other. However, I began to hate it. The women in town here are like the two characters from "An Officer and a Gentleman." They try to hook up with us for our benefits, hoping we take them away from this town. Of course, they all flocked to me first. I had no desire to even look at them, let alone spend the night with them. I have my Babe, after all. These women are worse than cockroaches. They don't understand 'no' and don't stay away. So, I stayed away. I know the other guys had some one-night stands, a few dated for a short time, but not me. Now, I get to spend the night out with my pals and my Babe. Hopefully, she'll keep the skanks away. If not, then tonight will be fun.
After dinner, Steph checked into her hotel room to get ready for tonight. It's been so long since I've seen her, that I'm impatient to pick her up. I know, though, that Steph wants to make herself look special for me. I always tell her that she's always beautiful to me, but she does love getting dressed up. I took the time while she was getting ready to request permission to stay off base tonight and tomorrow night since I'm planning on spending my time with Steph. Since Col. Whitehorne was impressed with Steph and approved of her, I got my pass. I told Steph to be ready at 2100, and it is ten minutes to. I parked my car, a gently used Jeep, as I make my way to her room. I check myself in the mirror in the lobby quickly, making sure that I'm good in my dockers, open button-down shirt with a t-shirt underneath, and my boots. My hair is short, so that's not much of an issue. I stopped and got a red rose for Steph, just because I love giving her things. I'm about to enter the only elevator when the doors open, and Stephanie emerges.
I swear, I think my jaw hit the floor, and my eyes bugged out of my head like one of those cartoon characters. She takes my breath away with her beauty. She wears a deep red sundress with about a two-inch strap and a sweetheart neckline. The dress hugs her perfect curves, accentuating her toned physique, and ends above her knee. The skirt has enough body to flare nicely when we dance. She's wearing a pair of four-inch FMPs, in silver. Dios, it's a good thing I didn't make it to her room, or we wouldn't be leaving.
"Babe, you look amazing. I don't think I want to go out anymore."
"Oh no, you don't, Carlos. We're going out. I didn't spend the last two hours getting dressed for me not to go out."
"Fine, but I'm making it an early night. I missed you."
"I missed you, too," She replied as I pulled her up against me to give her a proper welcoming kiss. When we break apart, I put my hand on the small of her back and lead her outside to my car. We drive the short distance to the bar, where I help her out of the Jeep. When we get inside, we're assaulted with noise and quickly make our way to Bobby, Lester, and Tank. I see Bobby and Tank checking out Babe, but thankfully, not leeringly. Lester looks like he's torn between reprimanding her and whistling at her.
"Beautiful, you look great. You know, if my cousin ever bores you, you can come to me."
"Ewe, Lester, that's disgusting. I can't be with my brother. Yuk."
The guys laughed at Steph's reaction, even Lester. He loves pulling her leg. Slowly, the men I've worked with these last few months came over, all looking at Steph with interest until they realize that she's my fiancé. I guess seeing us make out is enough for them to get the picture. Steph is alternating between beer and soda. Her alcohol tolerance was never high, and this is the best way for her to stay mostly sober. At about 2300, the DJ comes on with some dancing tunes, and I bring my woman to the dance floor.
Moving together in dance is like foreplay for us. We know how each other's body reactions, what we like and don't like. I love whispering in Steph's ear as I spin her around, barely touching her hot, heated skin. We both feel everyone's eyes on us, but we don't care. This time is about us being together, being with each other. When the music changes to some pop-rock stuff, we head off the floor to cool down.
"Damn, Manoso, you and your woman are putting on a show," Freddy said. "Can I have a dance, hot stuff?"
I can tell that he rubbed Steph the wrong way because she stood tall and responded, "It's First Lieutenant Plum to you. I am your superior officer, and you will respect me."
Freddy, who is overall a jerk, immediately backed down, "Sorry, Ma'am. I meant no disrespect."
Lester and Bobby were trying not to laugh, as was I, at his quick about-face. He suddenly found another person to talk to, away from us.
"Damn, Jersey, you had Freddy quaking in his boots," Tank said, letting out a deep chuckle.
"When you're from Jersey, you learn how to deal with snakes."
After about twenty minutes, Steph excused herself to the ladies' room. I walked with her there, then stood against the wall, waiting for her return. Within moments, a woman approached me. She was 5'4", about 120 pounds, with a large, manmade chest and straight blonde hair. She had skin paler than Steph, with hazel eyes. While she was attractive in her own right, she was nothing compared to my fiancé.
"Hello, soldier. It's a shame that you're here alone. I could help to keep you company tonight. We don't need you to be lonely," she purred.
"I'm sorry, but I'm waiting for my fiancé."
"Any woman who leaves a man like you waiting doesn't deserve you. My name is Yvonne."
"Yvonne, it was nice to meet you, but I'm not interested. My fiancé will be here in a moment. Let me tell you she will not be pleased if she sees you here."
"Handsome, I saw you with that woman. She's nothing compared to me. Come and taste some sugar."
"Excuse me, but I believe Carlos told you he was engaged. Now, please walk away from my fiancé."
That's my Jersey girl, full of fire and sass. Dios, what a turn on. I must try to keep my body from reacting, at least until I get my Babe back to her hotel room. Then, I can have my way with her. It's been way too long.
"Puh-lease. You don't have anything he wants or needs. One night with me and you'll be a memory."
"Yvonne? Is that your name? Don't presume to know what Carlos needs or wants. I am all he'll ever need or want. In less than 48 hours, I'll be his wife, and you won't even be a memory because you don't matter. Now, go take your silicon infused tits to a different bar. Stop trying to destroy my brothers in arms. You are not worthy of them."
"Who the Hell do you think you are? Brothers in arms. Hmph. You're a nobody who thinks she's a somebody."
"I'm First Lieutenant Plum, United States Army. If you fuck with me or mine, I promise you, I will find out every secret you have and make sure that everyone knows your business. Now, the exit is over there. I suggest you leave now. You can either go quietly, or I can have you removed."
Mierda, I need to get Stephanie out of here. I need to be buried inside her. Time to take control of the situation. Yvonne makes a move in my direction, but I evade, pull my lover into my arms, putting my mouth on hers, kissing her senseless. I feel Steph's legs go weak and know that I've affected her the way she's affected me. When we break apart, I see the desire in her eyes, and I'm sure she sees them in mine.
"Soldier, I think it's time I head back to base. Are you my escort?"
"Ma'am, yes, Ma'am," I reply, saluting my superior officer. Her eyes take in my body, and I know she sees my soldier is ready for her.
"At ease. Let's go."
"As you wish," I respond, before lifting Steph in my arms bridal style and leaving the bar. Yvonne is left there standing, staring at Steph and me, as we leave together. She thought she was better than Steph. In her dreams. But now, I have my dream in my arms, and I'm not letting her go, not tonight, not ever.
"Carlos, we didn't say goodbye."
"It's okay. The guys understand. Trust me, they all understand. Dios, Babe, I need you," I tell her as I sit Steph on the passenger seat of the Jeep. I buckle her in before walking around to my side. I try to adjust myself, but I'm too hard. It's actually painful. I sit in the car, turning on the ignition and taking off to her hotel, careful to obey all traffic laws. It would really suck to get arrested tonight and get kicked out of Ranger school hours before graduation.
We arrive at her hotel, where I quickly park, grabbing my bag from the back seat. I brought my fatigues for tomorrow with me; that way I can spend as much time with Steph as possible. I place my hand on the small of her back, hearing her breath hitch as I rub my finger along the line of her dress. I can't wait to get this dress off her.
Once we get to her room, which seems to take an eternity, she is finally mine. I slam her door shut and push her against it while locking the door.
"Babe, I want to go slow, I want to be gentle, but it's been too long too much adrenaline. I don't want to hurt you. Please, Babe, I need a blow job first. I need to release some of the pressure."
Steph brings her hand to her side, pulling down the zipper to her dress. She allows it to fall to the floor, leaving her in her FMPs and a red, lace thong. Madre de Dios.
"Carlos, I don't want gentle. I don't need to slow. What I need is for you to fuck me, to fuck me hard. I need you to make me cum, to scream out your name. I needed you five hours ago. Take me, Carlos, now."
How could I deny her that request? I rip her thong off before kissing her once again. I run my fingers against her core, making sure she's wet enough. I feel her dripping with need. I coat myself with some of her juices before lifting her so she can join me. I feel my hard length enter her, as her long legs wrap around my waist. I lean her against the wall and start to pound her, feeling both of us build to our climax much too quickly. I try to slow us down a little, but Babe is having none of it. I should know that when she wants it fast and hard, that's what I need to give her. Who would ever think that our libido would be so in tune? Within minutes, we both reach our release, screaming each other's name. I carry Steph to the bed, gently laying her down. I see sleep start to overtake my beloved. It's amazing how whenever we make love the first time after being apart for more than a month, it causes Steph to go to sleep. I would be offended, except I knew that for her, this was the same as an adrenaline crash. I shifted the blankets, so they were covering us before I snuggled in next to Stephanie, spooning her. I love holding her in my arms and miss this feeling. I quickly follow Steph into a deep slumber.
We wake each other up periodically throughout the night, making slow, passionate love, with no screaming or yelling, just connecting on an emotional level. We have more crazy, fast sex, everything, and anything that we need.
When we first got together, we were both fairly inexperienced. Well, I had some "training," but Steph only had Morelli, and that wasn't making love. Pendejo. I still get pissed thinking about what he did. When we first started having sex, it was vanilla, missionary, kissing, and touching. Our explorations were tentative and sometimes comical. Stephanie was embarrassed to ask me to try something different or to even tell me if she didn't like what I was doing. According to her "Burg" training, women are to allow the men to do whatever they want and not question them. Husbands rule in the bedroom. Un-fucking-believable. It took some time, but I eventually got Steph comfortable with telling me what she wanted, what she liked that I did and what she didn't like. Now, I know it probably isn't normal, but we watched some porn together. We did laugh at some, but it did give us ideas on different positions to try. It turns out that my Steph is a little vixen. She's willing to try almost anything. So far, the only thing she's not keen on is anal sex, which is fine by me. I don't really like the idea of sticking my cock in her ass. From what the guys have told me who have tried it, it feels good, because it's a tight fit, but I don't need that to make my sex life fabulous, it already is.
One thing we both enjoy is a little bit of bondage. Nothing crazy, we don't do lots of ropes and stuff, but mostly being handcuffed. Not being able to touch each other drives both of us crazy. Now, as a trained Ranger, I don't like being out of control. I had a panic attack the first time I had to try to get out of restraints, but with Stephanie, it doesn't bother me. We both also like it a little rough. Not where we hit each other, but fast, frenzied, out of control. She especially gets turned on when I lose my control. It's amazing how much she plays me, bringing me to the point where my need for her overpowers my control, and I just take her, often wherever we are, which has led us to have sex in some interesting locations, like the dressing room at Victoria's Secret, in various cars, even in the bathroom of a club. Who would have thought that my meek Burg girl was so adventurous?
Knowing that in less than two days, Stephanie will be my wife is an amazing feeling. I can't wait to officially call her mine. I've been hers since the day she arrived in Miami, since that night she told Lester and me what that scum Morelli did to her. I'm still angry that she didn't let us hurt him at her sister's wedding, but I understand why. One day, though, I'll get him back, and it will be good. As the Sun is starting to rise, I glance at my watch, 0630. I slowly start to kiss Stephanie's body, starting at her neck, then moving down to her beautiful nipples, which harden as I lick them and nip them. I feel Steph starting to writhe beneath me, her breath becoming more shallow. She moves her hand to her center, starting to touch herself. Damn, watching her pleasure herself is such a turn on. I need to wake her up, to watch her actively pleasure herself, to make herself come while I stroke myself. I kiss her mouth, and I know the moment she's awake, as she joins in the kiss.
"Morning, Carlos. God, I've missed your wake-up calls."
"I know, querida, so do I. Play with yourself, Babe. Make yourself cum for me. I want to watch you fuck yourself as I stroke my cock."
I pull the only chair in the room to the foot of the queen-sized bed so I can watch her. She brings her hand to her curls and slowly rubs her nub. Her other hand pinches her nipple as she squeezes her breasts. I watch as a finger disappears inside her, as my strokes increase in speed. I am mesmerized by her hand, doing what I normally do to her. I can't wait to be inside her, to release myself in her, to feel her inner muscles stroking me, pulling me further in. Her moans are increasing, and I know she's close. Just as she's about to cum, I move her hand away, pulling her body down to the edge of the bed. I line myself up and enter her in one move. I move quickly inside her, as we are both on the verge of climaxing, and bring my hand to her clit, rubbing it to make her cum. Once I feel her let go, I explode. I lay down beside her, still inside her, and roll her on top of me until we can take breaths normally again.
"Te quiero, mi amor, siempre para siempre."
"Me too, Carlos." We lay beside each other, relishing in our after love-making glow when we decide it's time to get up since graduation starts promptly at 1000. We take a not so quick shower, where we have another round, then Steph pushes me out of the bathroom so she can get ready without me interrupting. I take that time to order room service breakfast for us. When she emerges, she's wearing her dress uniform, minus her top, with a tank top instead. I know she'll put on the top last, ensuring that it remains stain free. We quickly eat our breakfast of oatmeal, while Steph indulges in a donut. I don my fatigues, and Steph finishes getting dressed. We walk out of the room, hand in hand, and head to base. Once there, we can no longer flaunt our relationship openly, at least until after I graduate, and we are the same rank. Once we are married tomorrow, though, ranks won't matter. However, there still is a level of professionalism we must follow when in our uniforms.