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allowing it to cascade down and around my shoulders. He immediately thrust his fingers into it, kissing me with a new, softer passion.
    My finger tips outlined the front of his body, feeling every deep frame of muscle on him. My warm, wet pussy seemed to weep under the new, slow pace he was setting. I sensed his anxiety, yet appreciated him even more for appreciating me.
    I slid my hands down the front of him until I brushed his impressive erection. His lips broke from mine, a hiss passed through clenched teeth. His breathing sped up as I drew my hand up and down his stiff cock.
    “Fuck, babe.” The words were a winded statement.
    Before I could process what happened, my bra was off and his hands molded to my sensitive, swollen breasts. His thumbs flicked across my nipples, sending waves of pleasure shooting through me. My pussy pulsated anxiously; my womb tightened in anticipation.
    Before long, my breathing matched his labored pants. Touching each other was made all the more intimate as we stared into each other, lost in what we did to one another.
    He pursed his lips, his eyes seeming to gloss over a bit. He remained quiet, hauntingly, beautifully gazing into my depths. I’d never been more naked in front of a man, despite wearing panties. There were no barriers between us. I couldn’t hide from him in this moment, and, based on the strong set of his jaw, I knew he wanted it that way, that he was in some way demanding it and would accept nothing less than complete honesty.
    In a split second, I was tossed backwards, landing with my back on the mattress. He immediately covered my body, claiming my lips again as he continued to work my breasts.
    Given my new leverage, I found my body arching into his moves, my nails digging into his bulging biceps and my womb heating unbearably, begging for him to take me.
    I’d never experienced this sort of connection with anyone. As cheesy as it sounded, I knew in my heart that he was my soul mate. You didn’t feel like this towards someone you’d just met. You didn’t do this, with this degree of emotion, with a stranger.
    But that was it; Daniel was never a stranger to my soul. What he’d written long ago, what he still believed, that everything happens for a reason, is true. I’d written one letter; he’d written one reply, and all of this fell into place. Fate worked her magic to ensure, out of all the soldiers who could have received my general letter that he did. The universe ensured the right soldier, my Mr. Right, received my letter and felt compelled to reply. God works in magical, mysterious ways.
    I moaned as Daniel pressed a trail of kisses down the front of my body, over places I was once embarrassed and ashamed of. He hooked his fingers into the lace of my hipster panties. Pressing one final kiss to the material over my pussy, he stripped them from my body, revealing all of me.
    I felt myself blush as his gaze traveled up and down my exposed flesh. “Damn, you’re beautiful.” Daniel said those words more than my boyfriend of two years ever had…in under an hour. He reassured me around every corner. Anytime my confidence wavered, somehow he knew I needed those words again and said them with just as much enthusiasm as the first time.
    A shy smile lifted my lips. “You’re not too bad yourself, soldier.”
    A single brow lifted as he considered me. “Not too bad? Sweetie, I’m sexy as hell.”
    I broke into laughter. “Wow. You were never that cocky in your letters.”
    “That’s because I wasn’t sure you’d accept me.” He slithered up my body, meeting my gaze. “But judging by the honey dripping from your pussy, I know you will.” His voice took on a husky quality. “I know you want me just as bad as I want you.” He dipped a single digit between my slick folds.
    I gasped as he brushed my hyper sensitive clit.
    He claimed my lips. Suddenly, it wasn’t enough though. It wasn’t enough that he was here, that he was kissing me or touching me.