Harm was staring at her, Mac could feel the heat of his eyes wandering slowly over her body like an electric current. She wasn't quite sure how or why it happened but there was a certain look from him that she could sense and it was terribly erotic.
She was in his kitchen putting her own culinary skills to good use while Harm sat, propped on one if the barstools on the opposite side of the island. His gaze didn't abate, not for one second even when she turned to look at him. In fact, it made his silly grin widen mischievously.
Mac didn't question him, simply ignored the way his eyes lingered and took a large spoon, dipped it in the pink sauce she had made from scratch and proceeded to taste the concoction. Well, taste was the safest way to explain how her tongue moved over the metal utensil, wiping in clean before she tossed it in the sink. It's loud clang setting Harm into motion.
He would have jumped over the island if possible in order to bridge the gap between them faster. Even when he pulled her into his arms, it still didn't seem close enough.
Harm's mouth fused onto hers, kissing deeply, tasting the sweet and tangy sauce along with the unique taste of Mac. Her moan was a soft surrender as her pliant body moulded into his. His hands slid down her back, cupping her six so that he could lift her up onto the island.
Mac's legs parted, her arms came around his waist pulling Harm close so that she could feel his arousal against her own. She ground her lower body against him as his mouth began exploring her throat and moved lower to the valley of her breasts exposed from the V-neck shirt.
He pulled the shirt off of her, sighing happily that she was not wearing a bra and when his mouth sought to take one taut nipple and suckle, her voice cut through the fog. "Sauce is burning...Need to stir it."
Harm ignored her, resuming his activities only to have Mac push at his chest. "I'm serious, it's gonna boil over and cause a mess." She hopped down, still topless and took a wooden ladle to stir the now bubbling substance then placing the pot on an unlit burner to prevent other accidents.
He came up behind her, hands skimming up her tummy stopping just under her breasts so he could feel the delicious weight of them in his hands. His erection presses against her lower back and Mac reached behind to stroke him through the fabric of his jeans. "Now I know why you were staring so hard."
"You weren't wearing a bra..." He pointed out dropping a kiss to her bear shoulder before whispering in her ear, " I was actually just studying you."
"Studying?" She turned in his arms and reached for the buttons of his jeans, popping one by one while he kissed her breasts. "Didn't know I was such an interesting subject."
"Well." Harm Brought his head up and looked at her with a mischievous grin. "I was tryna Figure out if I was a breast or leg man."
"A what?"
While she cooked he'd noticed the absence of a bra, the turgid peaks of her nipples had hardened and shown through the white shirt she wore. He had always been curious about them having seen her in a bathing suit a few times he knew Mac had an ample chest. But, when they first became lovers, he didn't know just how beautiful they were.
Harm decided then and there that he was a breast kinda guy - Mac's breasts in specific.
But, when she wrapped those long, athletic legs around his waist as they first made love, he'd began to fantasize about those too. Mac had the loveliest of legs, ones that went on for days. He especially loved to kiss each one, licking a spot between her knee and thigh as he moved in for the prize.
And then was her six. Lord knows he hadn't seen a more perfect one. Apple shaped, rounded, smooth skin that he longed to sink his teeth in, which he did when he'd kissed up the back of her legs to the crease of her backside and onto her firm bottom.
He ran his hands down to her six and kneeded through the fabric of the shorts she wore. The action pulled her into him and Mac raised one leg to drape over his hip as he, yet again, sat her on the island. "Am I a breast or a leg man. But then, you have the sweetest six."
"The bruise you left on it last night would attest to that, yes." She pointed out with a grin, not that she minded him taking a bite, it had turned her on something awful. Her prudish flyboy was anything but, Mac discovered as he endlessly described everything he would do to her in great detail. The man was full of surprises.
Even now, his long fingers danced over her thighs hooking on the elastic of her shorts to slip them off in one quick movement. She wasn't wearing panties either and his breath hitched when her long legs hooked around his waist to draw him close again. "I want you inside me now."
She was much too turned on for foreplay, the urgency for him to unite them much more necessary than the need to feel his mouth on her core. "Now, Harm...I'm gonna combust if you don't."
He tugged his jeans and boxers down. Just enough for his erection to spring loose. Desperately Mac gripped his hardness guiding him into her and sighing happily as he stretched and filled her. It wasn't long before they both came, equally spent sated.
"So, what's the verdict, counselor?"
Harm's arms were wrapped around Mac as she cradled him against her. His post-coital brain hazy registered that she was speaking and he raided his head to look at her. "Huh?"
Mac's hands framed his face and she giggled off his glassy eyes that turned a stormy grey as they always did when he was aroused. "Are you a breast or a leg man?" She kissed him softly, enjoying the feel of his lips over hers.
"Oh!" A sheepish grin spread on his lips. "Neither...Actually, I'm more of a Mac kinda man...cause I'm totally obssessed with all of you."
And that made perfect sense even as cheesy as it sounded because she felt the same for him. "Guess I'm a Harm kinda gal.. cause I'm obssessed with all of you too."
"Oh yeah?" The flyboy grin came into play followed by a low groan when she moved slightly, tightening her inner muscles around his softening length and Harm's reaction was automatic; a throb that had him hardening again.
