So this is my response to a challenge on the JAG: Fanfiction group on Face Book thought up by Selanne.
The rules:
1) Must use the sentence "Don't worry about me, Commander. I eat right and carry protection."2) Can't be from S1, S9, S10 or NCIS.
3) One shot.
This was totally inspired by DJE'S exquiste physique. Harm's is pretty hot too. ;-)
Eight.
"One." Mac's soft voice brings me out of a light slumber and my eyes open to find her laying between my legs, her mouth just over my abdomen. She's looking up at me and those gorgeous brown eyes melt me to my very soul. I feel her breath on my skin like a warm blanket and I'm about to question her when Mac's sweet lips come down to my abdomen right below my sternum.
She kisses me there, on the right side. It's a smacking kiss and the sound sends a searing jolt of electricity though my body. Mac lets her lips linger like a lover's kiss and then follows it with a sweep of her tongue. I prop myself up on my elbows in effort to watch her curiously wondering what exactly she's up to.
This was the very first night we spent in each other's arms and I'm mesmerized by her, the feel of feminine strength that molded into me like we were designed for each other. I'm amazed by it, surprised at how combustible the two of us were just a few hours ago when this thing was consummated and I realized all other women had been but mere distractions until I spent the night with her.
"Mmmm, two." She moves over to the left side of my abs and this time starts with a long, slow lick that Mac follows up with an equally slow kiss. Her mouth creates a nearly perfect seal and I feel my skin being slightly pulled by the sucking motion from her mouth that surely has left a mark. Man, I hope it left a mark, something about that is crazy sexy and I deftly wonder what else she might do.
Dear Lord, those lips of hers, upturned when she smiles lasciviously, deadly when they come back over my skin. I'm helpless to them and her touch, giving into the gentle ministrations that turn my brain into total mush. "Three." She announces, dropping down about another half inch back on the right side of my torso.
I have the right mind to wonder if those pouty lips were willing to go lower still to that certain part of my anatomy that has been reanimating after a few hours of rest. She has to know her body has been rubbing along my length which is only covered by a thin sheet that covers from my waist down. She moves and I groan.
Damn, Mac has to know that her bare breast scraped along the tip of my growing erection and the stunning visual image of her mouth on my body is slowly driving me insane. I want more of it, I want more of her.
We took it slow the first time around, cautiously learning what each of us liked, scared that if we went too fast it would be all over. I didn't want the regret of her believing I was just using her for her sex and I don't believe she wanted to just quench that insatiable desire. We were much too careful for that. Deliberately slow as a simple kiss took on a life of its own and before long we were naked on her bed.
I had slipped a condom on, not questioning why she had a box but was grateful for it. I didn't exactly keep one on me these days and the want to keep her safe was paramount as I was sheathed in her warm depths. The mealding of our bodies felt incredible and for the life of me I had to stop and wonder why I'd ever bother spending the night with any other woman since Mac came into my life.
We should have done this from the start, figured out we were just as good as lovers as we were as friends. Our bodies moved like we belonged together, each movement within her making me realize that the home I ever wanted was in her arms.
If I didn't love Mac before, I was done for when I heard her cry out my name as her body convulsed around mine. God only knew I would sell my soul to hear that for the rest of our lives. And it wasn't just sex, we made love and there was noithing plain or simple about it. I made love to Sarah MacKenzie and nothing in the world could ever feel better than that.
Until now.
Our second time was a little more fun and flirty. There may have been a third but the combination of long hours at work and the most satisfying sexual experience of my life unfortunately had me out for the count. I can't really tell how much time has passed between falling asleep and waking to her lips on me but all I know is that I want more of her. Mac's the headiest of drugs and I'm addicted.
"Four." That number comes with a nip from her teeth on a spot just a little lower than where she started. It pinches only barely and her tongue laps around where her teeth once were.
I wonder how far she was willing to take this and if my second biggest fantasy would come to fruition. It's not the first time I've imagined those soft, pouty lips wrapped around my cock, endlessly teasing until I'm about to burst. The mental image is powerful and makes my groin strain as she counts to number "five."
Mac moves again only slightly lower and I want to ask what exactly she's counting but the words die on my lips out of fear she may stop what she's doing. Decidedly her lips on my skin feel so damned heavenly and as she nibbles on my skin, she sighs almost dreamily as her fingers dance over the areas she'd already christened.
The tightening of my groin it's getting almost unbearable now and as she moves lower her body slides hard over my length forcing a sharp intake of air into my lungs. Damn.
She's going to make me come on touching my abs alone and it takes sheer willpower not to embarass myself. As it is I feel the warm wetness of precum at my tip and I almost beg her to stop - almost and then she moves along to the next spot. "Six."
Mac bites down, harder this time and I gasp at the pain and pleasure of it all and the insane desire that has kicked up a notch. That patch of skin stings slightly thar only more kisses and licks can heal.
"Mac?" I ask, my eyes locking on to hers as she slides the sheet lower down stopping just above my pubic area. The fabric tents around my growing erection and it's abundantly clear that her motions have one hell of an affect. I'm almost at full attention, just a touch or two more and I'll be so hard it's painful.
"Mmmm?"
"What exactly are you counting?" I ask and as a reply her fingers trace a line down the midline of my body and then across my navel. Her nails take down my sides following the V cut I work so hard to define and then she stops at my hips and traces a line back across stopping just above my length.
"Seven." Rolls off the tip of her tongue as she slowly drags the sheet off of me. The unexpected sensation of the fabric over the sensitive head of my erection forces my hips upwards. Oh Mac
It's euphoric when she takes me into her mouth in one swift motion that knocks the oxygen straight out of my lungs. I groan and the sound is so exotically primal that I wonder if it really came from me.
My eyes drift shut and I come off my elbows crashing onto the mattress as she moves her head up and down creating a friction that would be my undoing of my control. I relinquish it to her, let her take me because at the moment I am nothing more than a man who has been captured by her Siren's song.
Hands that were never idle deftly take the base of my shaft and delicate fingers grapes and move up and down in rhythm with her mouth. It's a delightfully choreographed movement and just as quickly as she began Mac pulls her mouth away from me.
"Eight." She says, moving away from my lap to kiss the spot opposite of number seven. "You have eight little blocks."
Her hand is still moving over my length but it has slowed significantly and I almost wished I hadn't asked what the counting meant.
Wait. Did she say I had blocks? The word makes my eyes snap open and I glance down wondering at the absurdity of her comment until her fingers begin to trace the path her lips and tongue had taken.
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven and eight." She'd been counting my abs and it's such an oddly adorable Mac kinda thing.
"You can't count the sides." I offer and she raises her brow in defiance. "What? You can't. They don't count if not everyone would have an eight pack or a ten pack."
"Mmmm." Her hands skim over 'seven' and 'eight' which make up the V's on the sides of my torso. She then moves her hands upwards until she reaches my chest and then comes down again.
She doesn't justify my comment with an answer, at least not the verbal kind. Instead she brings her head over my lap again, her sweet tongue ravishing the tip of me. This time when she takes me in her mouth Mac doesn't stop and I hear a sweet, sucking sound along with a moan at the back of her throat which I feel throughout my body.
She's slow, methodical and I've never found a woman that was this interested in pleasing me. I've almost had to beg for this in the past and most women went through the motions, happy to be done and spit.
Mac...damn. She's heaven. I open my eyes and look down, finding her gaze on me. I watch as my cock disappears between her lips over and over as she increases the pressure. That familiar bubbling sensation builds and I'm close, so damned close.
I should let her finish but I don't, instead pulling her up so that her body is flush against mine. A growl of disappointment morphs into a sound of pleasure when my index finger parts her folds and eases inside to find her hot and wet.
The longing to bury myself deep inside of her is overwhelming and though she tries to scurry back down my body I hold her steadfast. "Damn, you're a trial."
Effortlessly I roll us over and grab both her hands in mine pulling them to hold them against the mattress above her head. She's a vision stretched out beanthe my powerful grasp. Her hands raised, lifting her breasts higher beckoning me to taste.
So I do. I bring my mouth down over one erect nipple and notice that Mac has found the way to please herself. She grinds her sex agsinst my thigh and I wonder what rhat feels like for her. If that's estive bundle at the apex of her thighs eases the building sensation. I suck one breast and then move my attention to the other but it's not enough for both of us.
It's urgent now, like some kind of fire burning completely out of control. I have to have her. Need to be inside her or I just might die. "I want you."
"Then have me." There's a challenge in her eyes and I keep her hands held with just one of mine. It's fancianfing how thin her wrists are, so delicate as I hold her closely with one large palm. Then again, she isn't fighting me because for all of my strength, I know Sarah MacKenzi can pack a wallop and have me on my six faster than I could say "Semper fi."
"It won't be slow this time." I threaten as my free hand finds her clit and slowly circles it until her body pushes ahsing my hand craving more. "Can you handle me?"
She snorts. "Don't worry about me, Commander. I eat right and carry protection." For as much as she loves her dead cow, Mac does eat well with occasional bouts of junk food. She also works out as much as I do which accounts for the perfectly toned feminine muscles.
As for protection, I stare at the box by her bedside table and try to reach for a packet without letting her go. Long legs which wrap around my waist stop me from doing so and I stop to give her a questioning look.
We used condoms the first time because I had spent one inadequate evening with a certain congresswoman over a month ago, a night I quickly regretted. While I highly doubt I'm sick, Mac wasn't a woman I was willing to risk anything with and I'm surprised when she shakes her head. "Not this time."
"No? I was with someone a few weeks ago."
"Did you wear protection with her?"
"Yes. I always do." Except I didn't want to with Mac. For some reason, the thought of feeling our bare flesh coming together was all I wanted, desired. I didn't want that barrier between us, I needed to feel all of her.
"Do you trust me enough to be with me without it?" I don't answer with words and instead let her go so that my hands are free to pull up her hips as I sink into her.
It's as sweet as every bit of heaven I could ever imagine. My hips thrust forward roughly and she gasps when I pull out fully and enter her again. "Oh God, Harm more."
Over and over I drive into her and that sweet lock if her sex drives us both into oblivion making us both come so hard until ever last drop of me is spilled. Mac still rocks avoiding me riding the aftershocks that make her body shake. She's whimpering, mumbling incoherent things as our bodies remained joined.
"I love you." She says into the crook of my neck and with that I'm lost in her and never want to be found.
Eventually we pulled apart and I dragged her to the shower in effort to cleanse th3 mess we made. I want more but I'm too exhausted and by her cat like steegjes Mac is too. I'm grateful when she snuggles next to me, her head lahing over my chest. "I love you too." I say and we both drive to sleep.