Chapter 25
Harm and Mac's home
High Meads road
Beckton
London, UK
0859 local
Boy am I glad today is Saturday. The last couple days went by like crazy with both of us working long hours at the office since a friendly fire incident caused both international and diplomatic issues between the US and Britain. Top that off with putting Mattie's room in shape and it makes for an awfully long week.
I look over at Mac who lies on her back; one arm flung over her head the other resting on her tummy. I'll never cease to admire this woman. The way her hand sits on her abdomen saddens me. I can't help but wonder and hope that there already is a tiny new life in there, growing and waiting to be found out about. I know it's unlikely with Mac's condition, but I hope for her, that our possibilities are not exploited yet and that we still have that chance.
God knows I'd love her no less if it were to be, that it would be just the two of us for the rest of our lives. The idea of a little boy or girl with her looks or mine is intriguing. I've always pictured myself lying next to her in bed, listening to tiny feet scrambling towards our bedroom to get a Sunday morning cuddle. But I've learned the hard way that we can't have everything we want in life and that we need to make adjustments to accommodate that fact.
She stirs and I can see she isn't far from waking up. I lean down and brush my lips across her breast, tasting her again like the hungry man I am. I honestly don't know how I lived without this for so long and kept my sanity halfway intact. Nibbling her is all I need, fuck breakfast and lunch and I'm not even going to think about dinner.
Sarah's hand comes to the back of my head, drawing even closer to her already erect nipples and I thankfully engulf them in my mouth and suckle lightly, knowing it drives her completely nuts. I feel the beginnings of an arousal in my own body and God help me; I shouldn't after the night we just shared.
After finally crossing the final border of our relationship and indulging into our desires and needs we woke each other up three more times and every time it just got better and better, while we learned each others bodies.
I reach down with my free hand and find her core, as ready for me as she can ever be and I can't resist slipping a finger inside that heat which earns me a deep groan while Sarah tries to arch herself into both my hand and my mouth, trying to increase the stimulation.
I almost sigh as I move my lips and tongue lower toward my destination, pausing at her navel and loving that too. Sarah arches her back into my still thrusting fingers but I slow them down, not wanting this to end soon. I want this to last.
She screams my name, pleading me to move faster but I hold my position and she protests when I finally withdraw my fingers from within her. Instead I gently spread her thighs wider to accommodate me and then I move her folds apart so I can lean in to taste her.
From my own throbbing arousal one could come to the conclusion that I get more pleasure out of this than she does, but if her sighs and screams are any indication that's a false assumption.
"Please… Harm…" I release her throbbing bud for a second and my voice sounds rough even to my own ears. "What do you want?" I know she's aching for me, just as much as I ache for her, but I want her to come like this, I want to see her passion filled face when she goes over the cliff.
For a second I think she's so far gone in her passion that she doesn't even hear my question but her heavy lids lift to reveal her beautiful brown eyes and she puts my free hand on her breast, showing me what she likes there.
I caress her breast tenderly, with almost feather light touches, while my other hand resumes the slow torture between her thighs. One of her hands comes up to her other breast and she starts touching herself. And boy is that an erotic sight. It turns me on beyond anything and I just can't believe that I'm getting even harder just from watching it.
By now I'm leaking precum but I don't care. I'm totally content in watching her pleasure. I twist my fingers inside her just the right way and she screams out my name. I let her regain some of her breath, before I skim my fingers right over that special spot inside her again, finalizing what I've started and pushing her over the edge. Her inner walls contract around my fingers, and even though I know I need to wait a little while before we can go on, I want to be inside her badly, experiencing her contractions around me while I give her everything I have.
For a moment there I think she slipped into unconsciousness, but then her eyes open and her unfocused gaze finds me. I can see she is still floating, mostly because my fingers still stroke her lightly, trying to draw it out for her.
"You are amazing!" Is all she says before tugging me back up to her for a kiss. I support myself on my forearms and give in to her need, kissing her for all I'm worth, our tongues dueling and it's all I can do not to enter her and pound her into the mattress.
I feel her hand sneaking down my backside, while she pushes up into me, indicating what she wants, but I want to tease her just a little longer. "Please" is all she utters between kisses and before I realize what her intentions are, she grabs me from behind and guides me into her slick core and I'm home. I hope it will never cease to amaze me how at home I feel when we are joined like this.
Thought seems to leave me fast and I act on pure instinct. Moving slowly in and out of her I need to clamp down on my need to go faster and harder, but I don't want to hurt her. She wraps her legs around my waist to draw me in even deeper and then starts to meet me thrust for thrust, harder each time, until our bodies start making these slapping noise but I don't give a damn right now. If she wants it like that, who am I to deny her?
It doesn't take long before I can feel the tell tale signs that she is as close as I am, but I'm not yet willing to surrender. I want this to last as long as possible for both of us, so I slow down to the agonizing sweetness I started out with, earning a frustrated growl from Sarah as a response.
I thrust into her a couple more times, but I know I'm not going to last much longer, my own eruption is close and I want her there with me, so I reach between us and find her swollen bud with ease, rubbing it with just the right amount of pressure and it doesn't take long before she screams my name yet again, clutching onto my back with all her power, convulsing around my aching shaft and sending me over the edge with her. I empty myself into her and it feels like I have spent years without any release, rather than a night already filled wit lots of passion.
I can't hold myself up much longer and want to collapse down next to her, but instead she turns us around so I'm on my back with her straddling me. "Baby, I don't think I've got another round in me at the moment."
That earns me her devilish grin, but she snuggles onto my chest until she's comfortable, our bodies still joined intimately. "I just don't want you to leave yet. I need to feel you a little longer." Who am I to complain?
Harm and Mac's home
High Meads road
Beckton
London, UK
1004 local
I wake up, snuggled on Harm's chest, his limp member has slipped out sometime between earlier and now, and someone has pulled a blanket over both of us. I trace the planes of his muscular chest and smile at the coarse hair he sports. Webb had had the tendency to shave… not that there were all that many to begin with.
I mentally shake my head. That man has no business in our bed anymore. Harm makes a pretty good pillow, but I knew that before. All these countless times when I found myself asleep on his chest during various flights. Somehow, it feels like he and I have been in a relationship all these years, we only added the sex recently and it feels so right I cannot even find the proper words for it. Intimacy would be wrong… we've always been intimate, just not physically. Harm knows things about me, that nobody else does, not even Mic and I had planned on marrying that one.
Harm has always been there for me, one way or another and even when our jobs and our other obligations prevented him from being by my side, I always had his support... even when I didn't deserve or wanted it.
I feel him stirring underneath me and I lift my head slightly to look down on him, leaning in for a quick kiss. I don't think I have it in me to go at it yet again, and even though I can feel his half hard member on my stomach, I don't think he can either.
"Hey there." I give him a smile and he returns it. "Hmmm, a guy could get used to waking up like that." So could a girl. I want to tease him, but my stomach decides it's time to rumble and Harm starts chuckling underneath me. "My Marine… always hungry. I guess I better feed you then, huh?"
"Well, someone put me through quite a workout recently!" He gives me a sheepish grin. "And I remember someone who was very willing to participate in said workout." Hmmm, he's got a point there.
"Ok, should we take a shower before breakfast?" Even though we took one last night, I still feel sticky from our earlier encounter and some refreshment would do wonders to me. "We probably should. But if we go in together, we'll never make it to the kitchen and even though I hate to admit it, I need some energy." With that he gives me a small kiss, peels himself out from under me and puts on his boxers to head into the kitchen. Wow, I've really trained him well. He doesn't even try to suggest I start breakfast.
Harm amazes me with a full breakfast, complete with orange juice, cereals, pancakes and even peanut butter and fresh bread rolls. "So, Sailor. Care to work off some of these calories later?" I enjoy him squirm in his seat as he tries to ponder my question and his appropriate answer.
Is he blushing? I can barely keep a chuckle in check, but I manage… just. "Uh…, Mac… I… I mean… I don't do this…" he gestures between him and me "on … well, on command." And now I burst out laughing. His face turns from embarrassed to confused and I laugh even harder. Men can be so damn clueless sometimes.
"Harm, I'm not talking about the horizontal sports we've been engaging in recently. I actually thought we could go on an old fashioned run together. We haven't since we moved into the house." Not that we didn't have enough running to do to get the job done. "If you feel up to it… I mean at your age…" I don't get any further before he practically jumps over the table to tickle me mercilessly. "You are so on, Marine!" I pant once he lets me go. We'll see about that.