Cadiz

I had never been to Spain before, let alone Cadiz.

But the booking process had been easier than expected, which in turn had been a balm for my impatient curiosity.

I would have wanted to use that trip from Sigonella base, but my company had decided to base me in London.

The Hotel Cadiz, however, had been ironically easy to find.

Unlike the trip, which had been long and complicated.

But eventually there I was, waiting for my soldier.

When the receptionist called to let me know my guest had arrived, I poured a drink from the bar while staring at my hands… In a few moments, I would have touched her skin, and I felt like a pianist before the concert. My fingers felt eager to play.

Her knock at the door sounded short, solid, nearly stiff.

When I opened, Leanne was there, beautiful and proud in her uniform. The U.S. Navy patch on her chest.

Unexpectedly, she barely said a word, entered the room and sat on the bed, literally dropping her backpack on the floor. She looked exhausted but not tired. I wondered how that could be possible, but ordered my thoughts to shut up. I wanted to focus on her, on Leanne, my beautiful medic combat, only on her.

While I reached for the drinks, she let her boots drop on the floor, starting to open the belt. I could not understand why, but for a reason she had not explained to me yet, her mimetic trousers to her were just like trousers, a tool to use. It didn’t take long for her to drop them on the floor, too.

“Do you want to refresh yourself?” I asked, “Take a quick shower?”

“No”, she said eventually, giving me a gaze from the corner of her eyes. I came near her, offering the drink

“I want to take you!" she nearly shouted, pulling me towards her.

I found myself with my back on the bed, Leanne quickly crawling on top of me, and that was when I realised she was wearing a thin black thong. Which made me smile, I knew she would not come completely unprepared. Quite the opposite.

“Not so easy, little fury”, I said, rolling her back on the bed, reaching for her arms, locking them over her head.

Her hat nearly fell on top of her eyes, but she didn’t flinch. I could not afford to lose the look in her eyes, so I slapped the brim of her beret, which flew somewhere over the edge of the bed. Her eyes locked onto mine, warm, fierce, passionate. Her uniform jacket still absurdly buttoned up to the neck. But from the belt down, it was a completely different story.

When my hand reached for her warmth, between her legs, Leanne gasped, her mouth open in a moan that barely came out. But didn’t flinch.

I knew it. My little warrior didn’t mean to surrender easily, she wanted me to fight for the prize. “So be it”, I thought to myself.

A finger of mine slipped inside her slit, wonderfully hot and wet, beginning to move inside. Leanne kept her eyes locked onto mine, her body unmoving, from the top to the navel, below that, though, her hips started to move around my finger so that I was unsure if it was my finger moving inside her or her body pulling my finger inside.

I moved her arms down, locking her wrists with my hands on her thighs, wide open.

She shook briefly, understanding what I was going to do, but only the deep lifting of her breast gave her out.

When I put my mouth over her sex, she startled and wheezed. The next moment, I felt her hips pushing her sex into my mouth. She was trying anything to avoid yielding. And I was up for the game.

With a sudden moan, she pulled her wrists from my hands and rolled on top of me, quickly untying her bun, moving her head around and freeing her hair with that Rita Hayworth move that I knew so well in her.

Finally, while holding me down, she started to unbutton her uniform jacket which fell somewhere behind her back. Her t-shirt had the same destiny, flying and ending up I don’t know where.

She wore no other garments, and I found my hands firmly on her hips before realising that.

Damn, she was beautiful. Even more beautiful than I remembered. I don’t know when she unzipped and opened my trousers. I guess she didn’t make a big effort, damn, I was ready.

When she took me in, “finally”, she said, in a wheeze, and started to move over me.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her. So slow, so deep… In the chaos she was causing in my mind, I could not understand how she could feel so passionate, so aggressive and yet so yielding, submissive at the same time. Was she moving following her own rhythm? Was she following mine? I don’t know. The more I watched her beauty moving over me, the harder I felt inside her.

When her back arched backwards, I felt she was near, damn near to climax, she felt like at the edge of her pleasure, and she felt wonderful.

When her body fell over mine, I felt still miraculously alive inside her, barely able to stand more. She was still crawling onto me. Just more slowly.

She pulled my hands to her shoulders, while wheezing over my chest, her hot breath blowing over my skin. She put her hands over my shoulders, gripping them tightly and while crawling onto me

“Give it to me”, she murmured, “give it to me, now. I need it… I need it…I need it...”

Damn, was she near again already? I wouldn’t survive this last assault, so I gave her my all… All that was left…

I guess the flame I felt surging from the centre of my lower back filled her up completely as I saw her breast lifting from my chest, her back arching backwards once again, and then falling over my body again.

Couldn’t let her go… barely alive, I held her tight to make sure not to let her go, then my eyelids fell…

When I reopened my eyes, she was by my side, her body against mine, drawing the shape of my lips with a finger, her eyes still locked onto mine. Beautiful and sweet…

“Hello, my love..”