I am not sure how it happened but, Mac cups my face in her hands and kisses me as a way to thank me for letting one of her Marines on my operation. It was meant to be a peck only the moment our lips touch this spark comes to life and before I know it we're kissing again, really kissing.
Her hands are still cupping my face, holding me as we deepen the kiss. Her tongue pushes past my lips and the moment it duels with my own, I feel myself getting turned on, really turned on. I have had plenty of women in my life but, there's something about Mac and her squared away Marine persona that makes me want her so badly.
"Harm." Mac moans my name into my mouth as my hands roam up and down her spine. My hands follow the contours of her body and I grasp her six squeezing gently which only seems to excite her more as she presses herself against me. Cupping her firm backside, I raise her up and Mac wraps her legs around my waist as we continue to kiss desperately trying not to lose contact.
Taking a few steps, I walk us towards the door, pressing her back against it as my mouth plunders her own. One of my hands slips up her thigh and under her skirt between us. "Oh." She groans when my finger stroked over the intrusive fabric of her paintes… She's wet.
I can feel it through the fabric. She's wet… for me. Mac slides one leg down putting some space between us so that my hand can cup her mound and rub her sex through her wet panties. I push the offending material aside and deftly slide my index finger between her folds. She's warm, moist and ready for me. I dip one finger inside her and then another, slipping in and out slowly making her body come alive for me. "Yes." She moans, tightening the one leg wrapped around me as she rides against my hand.
Mac kisses me hard, almost punishing as her hands hold onto my shoulders. When my thumb runs over her clit, she breaks our kisses and throws her head back, her body arching against me.
"Oh God, don't stop." I feel myself harden so much it's painful, the strain almost too much to bear as I stare at the beautiful woman being pleasured by my fingers. Somehow she must have sensed my own arousal as she slips her hands between us unbuckling my belt and then making quick work of the button and zipper of my dress whites. Her hand slips inside my boxers and pulls my cock out which stands proudly at attention.
"I want you now." She demands and without hesitation, I push the fabric of her panties aside and align the tip of me and push between her slick folds. I slide myself into her, slowly allowing her to take me fully as she wraps around me like a glove. Her head comes to my shoulder and I feel her tongue dart out licking the side of my neck.
I thrust hard into her, my hands at her hips guiding her up and down my shaft. To say that I've wanted her since we met was an understatement. There is something about Sarah MacKenzie that drives me insane. Perhaps it's the way she stopped my advances, the cool smile that usually gets me what I want and seemed to mean nothing to her - or so she pretended.
We hold each other's gaze as I make love to her against the door. Her eyes convey to me something that I hadn't noticed before that goes beyond the sexual tension that gripped us form the start. Her gaze softens before she leans in and kisses me ardently. It slows me down, my thrusts into her body turning slow and long matching the movements of her lips on mine.
I want much more of her than this stolen moment in time.
Bringing her other leg up, I have her wrap it around my waist and press harder against her, holding Mac against the door as I thrust into her with more urgency. Our lips part and Mac wraps her arms around me, I sense her come and the delicious sensations move from my cock to the rest of my body as she grips me.
She muffles her cries of passion against my shoulder but, I can't stop myself from yelling out her name as my body convulses from orgasm. I lean against her, spent and trying to catch my breath, still holding her hips in a firm grasp. "Harm." She whispers my name softly against my neck and Mac begins to place soft kisses on my skin before moving over my jaw and then my lips.
Mac grins shyly and I feel one leg slide from my waist to the floor. I don't want to move, afraid it would wreck whatever just happened. Instead, I grip her six and bring her mouth back to mine, kissing her slowly. "Commander Rabb?"
A voice calls from outside the door and I hear Mac catch and hold a breath. "Yes, Corporal."
"We're ready for our final orders, sir. Have you seen Major MacKenzie?"
Mac buries her face in the crook of my neck, stifling her laughter. "We'll be right there, Corporal just going over some last minute details. You're dismissed."
"Yes, sir."
With that, I slide out of Mac and try to put myself together, I find her doing much of the same. She disappears to the bathroom and I hear the water running in the sink before she comes back out composed as if nothing had happened. "Mac, I think we should talk."
"After the op, Harm… But, I don't regret a thing." She says with a smirk and heads off before throwing over her shoulder. "What they say about dress whites and gold wings? Overrated." She turns to me, catching my eye with a wicked glare. Lord help me, I think I'm falling for a Marine.