Shower.

I found some hazy image online of a man with short dark hair and a woman with long dark hair in the shower… Oh my muse.

Harm stood at the bathroom door eyes glued to the glass shower wall covered by steam and condensation, obscuring all but the silhouette of her. He could tell Mac's head was dipped back allowing the hot water to wash the shampoo out of her hair and magined the soapy tendrils sliding down her body, caressing every curve, every inch of skin.

'Damned lucky little beads of water.' He thought to himself, snorting at such a silly thought.

The steam had made the glass mostly opaque so that he could not make out the details of her beautiful body but could only see flawless olive skin moving beneath the stream of water. He noted when she turned and one hand pressed against the glass leaving the mark of her palm and fingers.

Harm couldn't tell where her other hand was but by the sounds of her soft moans he knew she was pleasing herself. Just looking at her through the steamy glass had its effect on him, maing parts of him strain to be closer. But hearing her wonderous sounds, the moans of pleasure, the way she called his name made him impossibly hard The loose swim trunks were quickly running out of space as he imagined him eliciting those delicious sounds out of her. L

He quickly stepped out of the shorts, tossing them into the sink along with that skimpy two piece bathing suit he swore she'd bought to kill him. The bottoms hung low on her hip, tied on each side by strings he'd been fantasizing on pulling loose from the moment she took off the sarong that covered her. The top were two scraps of cloth barely containing her ample breasts and he could only think about pulling one triangle aside and taking a nipple into his mouth sucking at her until Mac begged him to stop.

There wasn't a woman on Earth he'd ever felt this intensely about, none that came close and he'd had plenty of women in his early jet jock days. No one turned him on this bad, body and soul to the point that he would beg to be with her if it ever came to that. Absentmindedly, his hand dropped down to his erection fisting around his thick length and moving with slow, long strokes. He brushed a thumb over the tip, swiping at the moisture that had collected and imagined being inside her, buried to the hilt, her sex gripping him greedily.

Mac knew he'd been watching, a sly smile curved her lips when she heard him enter the shower. Her back was still to him, one hand was still pressed against the glass and the other moved between her parted thighs. "Mmmm…"

Without warning Harm brought one hand over hers pressing it firmly against the glass wall, his fingers threading through hers to hold it in place. As she turned her head away from the stream of water warm lips found her neck teasing her skin with licks and nibbles before pressing his body against hers. He was all male, big and strong, able to possess her without even trying and she moaned at the contact, the feel of hard muscle against her back.

Mac removed her hand from between her thighs and reached behind her, grazing her fingers over his thigh until she reached the tip of him. He was fully erect, thick and heavy, so hard that when her hand wrapped around him he buckled from the sensation. It was the sweetest of torture, her palm moving up his shaft, the finger that stroked the moistured pulled at the tip. She was slow, caressing him gently, squeezing on occasion and taking the air right out of his lungs.

Her body writhed against him, her back sliding against his chest while her hand increased the pressure. Harm tilted her head back, his lips claiming her own and immediately henfelt her tongue touching his. Even kissing her was electric like a special kind of aphrodisiac he would never get enough of. And her hand, oh her wondrous hand gripped him harder pumping faster so that he had to pull away before he spent himself too soon.

"Touch yourself, Mac." He took her hand and brought it around to cup her sex, her fingers sliding past her folds with his own. "Like that." He guided her slowly, occasionally curling his finger so that it brushed over her clit making her shiver from the sensation of both their hands pleasing her.

Mac's body was tensing, her core clenching tightly when his long fingers penetrated and moved in and out in equally slow strokes. "That's it. Keep touching yourself." He commanded plunging another digit into her warm depths while she ran circles over her clit.

He still held her other hand captive, gripping hard when it made to slip off the glass. "Come on my fingers." His command was velvety and thick and just as much as a turn on as the fingers still moving within her. Damn he was good, insanely good and she was a willing captive to his ministrations.

"Oh Harm...yes….yes." Moist heat spilled over his fingers and the hand that gripped her own released her fast enough to wrap around her waist as Mac's legs threatened to give out. His fingers still slid in and out of her, strokes slowing down to allow Mac to ride wave after wave as aftershocks overtook her body. He simply held her, keeping his body flush against hers while his lips kissed her the side of her neck. "Mmmm."

They began to move together, casually swaying in a tantric slow dance. His hand slipped from her sex moving up her thighs, hips and abdomen. The tips of his fingers moving higher with feathery touches, leaving trails of fire across her skin until his hands cupped her breasts. She moaned as he took one nipple and rolled it between this thumb and index finger causing a pulling sensation in her tummy that made her core ache.

She wanted him inside of her so badly but Harm continued to tease her by bending his knees and moving a little lower so that his erection slipped past the tips of her cheeks and between her thighs. They still moved slowly, a dizzying dance that was making her wanton with lust for him.

"Please, Harm." Purposefully, she pushed her six against him and felt his long, hard shaft glide between her moist folds, a teasing movement that was driving them both made with need.

"I want you, Harm. Inside me, take me." She'd never been the kind to beg but the ardent need to have him fill and stretch her was paramount. She needed him badly and she needed him now.

"Yes." He pulled away from her and she groaned instantly missing the hardness of his chest and arms pressing against her. Harm motioned with his head and she followed his gaze to the open door which led to the bedroom. "No, Harm. Here. Now."

She brought him back to her, hand reaching to stroke him when his lips crashed onto hers. He was throbbing in her palm, pulsating with each pull of her fist over his shaft. Mac wanted to feel those same pulses deep inside her, feel his seed spill inside of her when he came.

"Oh, Mac. Whatever you want." Harm took a few steps forward, his towering frame backing her into the cool tiles. She winced from the cold but instantly forgot her discomfort as he bent slightly and angled his body to press into hers with one hard, deep push that buried him to the hilt. He hadn't given her the chance to accommodate his size simply pulled out and thrusted up again and again.

"Yes...more...more!" She begged for him. She needed his body to calm the raw desire coursing through her and sate the need deep within. With each thrust her hands ran up and down back and her nails bit into his skin, digging into the smooth muscle of his six.

"Hold on." He groaned and her arms stretched out to the sides so that one hand pressed against the tiled walls to her right the other slid down the steamy glass. "Oh God, Mac you'll be the death of me." His large hands slid down her body, gripping her hips so they grinded against hers. His head came down to her shoulder, mouth finding the gentle curve of her neck where he bit down much to her delight.

"Mmmm…" She moaned and wrapped her arms around him glad to have a strong body to hold onto when an impending climax made her legs go weak. "Let go...Let go." He was holding back, straining to prevent himself from coming too soon. Harm hardened even more, his cock pulsing inside of her and with a final thrust he spilled himself into her. It brought her over the edge for a second time, eliciting a strangled cry that he caught in a kiss.

"Sarah...Sarah...Sarah." Harm was practically chanting her name between kisses. Reluctant to let her go just yet he was still deep inside her, hips thrusting slowly allowing her to ride out her orgasm and his own. He was so wondrously sated and lethargic that the wall behind her was really the only thing keeping them upright as they clung to each other.

Lord she was his sweetest sin that he needed to have again and again. Not even the hottest love making would ever quench his desire for her. "You're delicious." Mac's breath tickled his skin at the spot between his shoulder and neck where her head was nestled. "Thank you for that."

"You did it on purpose."

"Seduced you into making love to me in the shower? Yeah, I did." She laughed, indeed the fantasy of having sex with him in the shower had been a seed her mind planted as Mac pleasured herself one day when he was away. She imagined him taking her, the idea of those strong hands holding her against the tiled walls as he entered her. This reality was much more intense.

"It was a fantasy for years…" Mac's voice caught and she gasped when he pulled out and pushed into her again. "I would...I would."

"You would what?" He grinned against her breast the one he was now teasing with his mouth making Mac lose her train of thought. Harm released a hardened nipple with a pop and brought his head up to look at her. "You would what?"

She looked at him for the first time since this interlude started and noted how dark his eyes became. "I would touch myself in the shower... I would pretend it was you."

"Where else? Where else did you fantasize about me?" He tilted his head to the side amused at how her cheeks were tainted a furious pink. She fantasized about him and touched herself while doing so; the thought made his ego inflate tenfold. "Well, I also fantasized about you, in a bathroom too, only I had you sitting on the counter with your thighs spread and my head buried between them."

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh." He grinned and then kissed her deeply. The water was still warm enough to quickly shower and shortly after Harm carried her to bed. And what about his fantasy? Well, that's a story for another time. Heh!