Dogtags

Exquisite.

That's perhaps the only word I can use to describe him.

Him.

Harm.

The man which is about to become my lover.

He stands before me in the nude, hands balled into fists at his side, each muscle and sinew of his body wrestles for control. If he feels even a tenth of what I do, I know he's seconds away from taking me in a tangle of limbs, lips and skin.

My God, how I want him, every exquisite inch of him.

I'm laying in the center of an overly large king sized bed equally naked watching as he stripped himself of each last stitch of clothing. Harm carefully laid his blues over the back of a chair with much the same care he took of my Marine uniform.

We wound up at a Hilton splurging for a suite because the VOQ just wouldn't be appropriate. It all started innocently enough; we were working on the same case over dinner, trying to find one anomaly to save our client. And then, he kissed me.

As we walked to the car and Harm pulled the door open, he kissed me. Wrapped his arm around my waist, pulled me close and kissed me. It was surprisingly sweet but with each passing sweep of his tongue against mine a familiar passion consumed us.

Harm's breath is heavy, he's panting as if he senses my eyes on his body. He's daring me to look, those pectoral muscles which raise with his breath. Then there's the tiny, tight squares which define his abs. The 'V' of his waist which points like an arrow to his proud member.

He's impressively big. Exquisite. And I am dying to feel every inch of his manhood inside me. I need to be filled by him, stretched until my quivering, wet core convulses around him.

He's daring me to say something, to make the first move. Those lovely blue eyes of his have darkened now, a heady haze of arousal so primal it turns me on. Hell, he turned me on the very moment our lips touched.

But, there's something missing. In my fantasies he's always had something metallic and shiny hanging from his neck. Two flat peices of softly clinking metal etched with his name, blood type and serial number.

Dogtags.

"Can you put your dogtags back on?" I ask with a raised brow and an sexy smile curves the corners of his mouth. He grabs them from where they sit next to keys and his academy ring.

From this vantage point I get a clear look at his broad back, strong muscles and a firm six. I bite my lip, wicked thoughts of digging my nails into said six as he thrusts into me making me dizzy with need.

When he turns...Oh... damn he is...so so exquisite. The dog tags rest against his chest, a proud exhibition of the military man I've fallen for. I want him. I need him.

Now.

My index finger crooks and beckons him and I hope I'm giving Harm my best 'come-hither' stare. And by the looks of that flyboy grin it has its desired effect.

Harm stops at the edge of the bed, still waiting, still daring and maybe just a bit as afraid as I am that this will suddenly disappear. His look of desire is suddenly laced with a boyish insecurity and I feel him start to pull away.

No. I can't let him, not this time. Were so so close.

I come to my knees and crawl across the soft matress so that I'm right in front of him. His chest is heaving, the rise and fall moving the tags so that they clink softly. "It's okay... I want this. I want you."

My fist wraps around the chain pulling even as I back myself onto the mattress so that he follows me. It when his body covers me completely that I let go of the chain and his hands cover mine, threading our fingers and raising them so that my arms are pinned above my head.

When he kisses me it's neither slow nor gentle simply possessive. His hot mouth dances with mine and I feel his tongue invade deepening the kiss until we're both breathless and Harm's forced to break that kiss.

His forehead rests against mine and we're both panting, aching with desire and need. He sees it in my eyes; I want him. Here. Now. Hard. Fast, reckless with abandon.

One large hand is all it takes to keep my hands raised above my head. The other he trails down my body, gliding over my breasts and ending between the juncture of my thighs where long, skilled fingers part my wet center.

Harm eases his fingers in and out of me, groaning when I thrust against his fingers. "Harm, please... take me." I'm not too proud to beg and the need to have him inside me has me buckling under him.

That infuriatingly, arrogant grin curves his lips. I feel it as he kisses me and finally, he speaks to me. "You're mine now."

"Yes." Oh God, yes!

"Forever."

"Harm..." And then I feel it, the tip of his cock resting at my entrance. He's taking his time and the hand that holds my wrists digs in painfully as he fights for control. He doesn't want to hurt me, I know and at the moment, I really don't care. "Harm, please. You're driving me insane."

"Oh Mac, if only you knew." When he finally thrusts into me it's ardously slow. Inch by wonderful inch greedily taken by my body, sating a wild hunger.

He pulls out almost fully and with one strong push of his hips I sheath him completely "Oh Mac."

The hand on my wrists releases allowing my hands to run down his back so that I can sink my fingers into his smooth six. Harm moves up a bit, coming to his knees to ram with thrust after powerful thrust. The dogtags clink during each hard, feverish moment mingling with the sounds of him and I.

"Mmm." His hardness feels so good inside me, bare, skin against skin, parting and stretching me as he moves. I'm tight around him and make myself tighter so that he's moaning my name. I didn't want to use protection with him because I knew he'd be the last man I'd ever be with.

The crescendo that builds is unlike anything I've ever felt before. Behind tightly closed eyes I see lights, white hot and blinding me until a flick of his finger over my clit forces a scream out if me. I'm convulsing around his length, milking him until every last drip of his hot seed spills inside of me.

Harm leans down and his dogtags scrape over my breasts before he kisses me equally passionate and tender. And then his head drops to my shoulder and his body sinks into mine. It's a welcome feel to have his weight presses against me and even more thrilling to know he's still cocooned inside me, still joined intimately.

"I love you." I hear him say into the crook of my neck when his tongue lapped my pulse point and a series of kisses follow trialing back to my lips. "I love you, Sarah."

"I love you too."

For some stupid reason a familiar burning starts in my eyes and much to his chagrin I begin to cry. It makes me feel foolishly like a girl. When he pulls out of me it's like a piece of my soul went with him and Harm is quick to snuggle up next to me and pull the covers over us. "Don't cry."

"Good tears, I promise...That was..."

"Exquisite."

I chuckle at his use if the wore and turn in his embrace in order to kiss him. "Yeah flyboy it was."

My fingers toy with the chain of the dog tags, the ends brush over one erect nipple only to catch his eyes. "Beautiful." He says and pulls the tags away from my skin as his mouth latches onto one breast.

I sigh in contentment and for some reason realize that next time, i'd be the one wearing dogtags and nothing else.