Soldier of Love

Here & Now

"Your honor, I was not given my Miranda Rights before being forced to answer questions."

"Is this true?" the Judge said, turning his body towards the officer sitting at the witness stand.

The officer, who I believe goes by Kurt, hung his head low in disappointment. "Yes, Your honor. It is true. But you've got to understand. We've been looking for this guy for years. The excitement I felt after arresting him caused me to forget to give him his rights. The only thing on my mind was getting him behind bars."

"Well, you've obviously failed at that. I hate to say this, but Jacob Perez you're free to go." The Judge slammed his gravel and stood up at once, along with everyone else.

I looked over at Jacob and I could see a smirk forming on his face as he ran his fingers through his black, curly hair. Oh, how attractive he looked.

The court room began to empty out. The Judge was gone from his stand, the officer was walking out in his dismay, the jury was gone the minute the trial was over and the on lookers, like me, were slowly leaving.

I sat in my seat looking around. Everything in this courtroom was so familiar. We're here at least once every six months and each time, Jacob is set free. I don't know how he does it, but he manages to find something to use to get himself off the hook. Maybe it's his lawyer. I've never thought to ask.

As I sat watching Jacob and his lawyer, Jamia, talk, I could feel my hair sweating out. Reason number five why I can't stand being in these damn court rooms. I spend too much time straightening my hair for it to sweat out this easily. Jacob is an accepting though, if you're catching my drift.

Jacob ended his conversation and began walking towards me. From the look on his face, I knew what was on his mind. Sex.

He bit his lip and squinted his eyes in a sexy manner. Off went his black suit jacket. Not because he was hot, but because he was trying to turn me on and that my friends, is something he didn't have to work hard at. Everything he did turned me on. He could say "hello" and I would feel myself getting wet down low.

"Are you ready to go?" Jacob asked looking down at me. His husky voice pierced my ears and my thoughts went from here to China. Oh yes, I was horny.

"Yeah. I'm proud of you, baby. You've managed to get yourself out of trouble once again. I've got something for ya when we get back home." I said standing up and winking.

But was I really proud? No, not at all. I preferred he ended all this now so we could live a normal life, but he insisted that we couldn't. Like I said, he swore vengeance and he wasn't going to stop until he got it. I only went along with it because I loved him and I promised I'd be by his side no matter what. I'm aware I could get arrested and accused of being an accessory, but that doesn't stop me. I'm a solider of love. I'm there when he needs me and vice versa.

He gently slapped my ass and grabbed my hand, "Good because that's exactly what I need."

He reached into his pocket and grabbed his lip ring, placing it on his lip. I smiled and stood up. He grabbed my hand and we made our way out of the court room and to his BMW Convertible.

Thirty minutes later were walking into our house--the same house we moved into after college.

I walked straight into the kitchen, not even bothering to take off my heels or suit. Why? Because I'm feeling kind of sexy, so why mess up the mood. I'm even going to take advantage of this mood. With Nala away at Savannah's, it's just Jacob and I-and you know what that means.

"Hey babe?" I call out to Jay, who's sitting on the couch watching TV in the living room

"Yeah? What's up?" He calls back.

I step into the doorway with my hand on my hip, striking a small pose. "I meant to ask you before I left out, how do I look? Well how did I look?"

Jay turned all the way towards to me, giving me his full attention. "Babe, you look sexy as always. But my question to you is how fast can I get you out of that suit?"

Jacob then got up and slowly walked to me. I can see the deep lust in his eyes. He bit his lip and a small smirk appeared on his face.

"I don't know. Why don't we find out?" I say returning the lust.

The sexual tension was strong and I couldn't wait to see what was in store tonight.

I led him back into the kitchen and he wasted no time pulling me in closer by my waist and smashing his lips up against mine.

He quickly lifts me up and places me on the kitchen table. I wrap my legs around him and grab him by his collar, roughly pulling him closer to me. We were so close that the only things between us were our clothes.

Jay initiated the tongue war that was soon to come. Our tongues explored each other's mouth. He took of my jacket slowly, almost as if he was savoring each and every moment of this.

He took it off of me and continued to kiss me, this time on my neck, while he took of my bra. He snatched it off my body. The lust in his eyes and more visible and I already know he's going to have me sore the next morning.

"How about we skip the foreplay and get down to business?" He says, although it comes out as a question, I know it's going to go his way anyway

I nod my head and begin to strip him down. Soon he's down to his boxers and I can't help but notice the big bulge.

He takes off his boxers and lifts one of my legs in the air. I brace myself for the pain that I know is about to come.

Soon he's inside of me, pumping slowly, but roughly. After a couple minutes I get use to his size and pain becomes an unforgettable please.

I swear I feel like a virgin again each and every time we have sex.

He grabs me by my waist, stroking my body and added a little grind to it. He speeds up his pace, causing our bodies to clap together, entwining with the noises of both of our moans.

He stops moving and picks me up, turning me on stomach towards the table, doggy style. He once again, jams himself inside of me. "Ah, shit, Jay."

He ignores my complaints and continues thrusting. The table is squeaking and it's clearly going to break any second. With this being in mind, I move to the floor, me being on top of him, facing him.

I grind my hips into his, biting my lip at the fact that I get to ride him the way I want-nice and slow. I know he likes this, which is why he doesn't complain. I continue to swirl my hips. All of him is inside of me and I can feel him in my stomach. I lean back with my hands behind me and move up and down a little.

That soon gets old and I hover over him with my breast dangling in his face.

He takes advantage of that and begins to take turns sucking at them both. This sends me through frenzy. He's driving me wild and it makes me want to get rough. I bounce up and down on him and he contributes to it. He pushes himself into me.

I moan and each time I get louder-reaching my climax.

My juices are all over his penis and nonetheless, his juices are all inside of me.

I lay on top of him, breathing hard. "So who's going to bleach the kitchen?"