Harm's long leg was draped over one side of the hammock, the tips of his toes firmly pressing off the sandy ground in order to keep them swinging. The slow movement was pleasant, rocking gently back and forth between the two shady palms where the hammock was attached.
He rather enjoyed these honeymoon type things. Especially considering the bikini clad Marine laying on top of him. Well, Mac was bikini clad but the tiny hut on the secluded section of the beach afforded her the chance to be a little more risque. Which was why she'd walked out onto the beach topless.
She had called him a prude once and for all of the offense he took at her comment, she'd been right. He stared at her bare breasts as if he hadn't seen them before. Delighted on how beautiful they were and how they would feel in his hands. Cinnamon coloured nipples stood erect for him to suckle and nibble.
And that all came to a halt when he remembered she was topless at the beach. Like an idiot he'd stripped off his shirt, tried to cover Mac up until she reminded him of their little slice of secluded paradise. "It's a private beach. Just you and me and nothing but, white sandy beaches."
They laid out in the sun until the blazing rays became too warm to handle. She'd taken a dip in the ocean and when she returned with droplets of water clining to her skin, Harm guided her to the hammock. He removed the bikini bottoms, his fingers pulling at the strings which held them at her hips until the scrap of cloth fell away leaving Mac fully naked to his hungry gaze.
Her hand skimmed over the top of his swimming shorts, stopping to cup his growing erection. Harm's breath hitched at her touch and he yanked her to him so that he could press her body flush against his. His head dipped down, lips meeting lips in a deep kiss that quickly turned desperate and demanding.
Harm eased Mac down onto the hammock, balancing the device so that it wouldn't flip when he joined her.
"Mmm…" Mac slid against him, her moist center gliding over his thigh that was between her legs. The hair of his leg tickled her most private parts and soon his fingers began to stroke her aroused flesh.
Harm kissed her then, his mouth taking hers almost possessively, hot and demanding. He was losing himself in this woman, his wife...his wife. The term made his heart flutter and he could only beam with pride that she even wanted him - the idiot jet jock who still had issues voicing his feelings. Him, the man who nearly lost her to another.
Now she was his, only his. Harm never realized that this possessive layer lived dormant in him but, it was true that he was only this way with Mac. Jealous when another man looked too long, insufferable if they tried to flirt. He trusted her, of course but, he just didn't trust other men around her. Lord, she drove him mad, shattered all of his control and he was happy...so damned happy.
"Harm." Mac practically purred his name, he recently found that she had the sexiest bedroom voice; silky, soft and seductive. He stared at her finding swollen, kissable lips, hair falling in wet tendrils down the side of her face with the tips tickling his chest. Her chocolate colored eyes glowed into an almost golden amber as Mac moved her hips, urging Harm to continue his sensual caress.
His fingers moved over slick, hot flesh, brushing over her sensitive bud as his lips took hers again. Mac's tongue tangled with his own, teasing and tasting, moaning into his mouth when one and then two fingers plunged inside her. She felt like an instrument being played by a master virtuoso that knew exactly how to touch with a specific speed and pressure to make her climax.
Mac gripped his shoulders, digging her short nails into his skin when Harm's thumb began a circular pattern that was his branded form of touture. He was slow, methodical and held her tightly with his opposite arm, immobilizing her body so that his fingers could wreak havoc on her senses. She tensed around him, her breath coming in rapid succession as she moaned his name again and again.
Harm chuckled at her verbal protest when his hand stopped and pulled away. It was even more amusing to hear her beg for him to finish, to let her come and ease the burning pressure he'd built. Instead, Harm angled his erection between her slick folds, pushing in slowly. His tip teased her entrance and he was gifted with a whimper as he moved his hips up and sheathed himself completely.
This was what Heaven felt like, he was sure. Wrapped in Mac's warm, moist depths, her inner muscles squeezing him, teasing and tempting. God, how he loved her.
The hammock was still rocking gently when he turned so that they lay side by side, her leg draped over his hip as Harm drove into her. Between long, deep thrusts, his mouth ducked to her breasts, latched onto one nipple and then the other. His teeth grazed over her skin and then Mac pulled his head up so that she could kiss him.
Her body tensed around his as they rode wave after delicious wave of ecstasy. She sucked on his tongue, biting the tip when Harm increased the pace and had her tumbling over the edge. Mac screamed his name, pulling him closer with the leg draped over his hip. She held on tight, moving her hips to counter his thrusts until Harm hit his own release.
"That was pretty amazing. Actually, it's always amazing." Mac confessed once her breathing returned to normal. Her hand caresssed his face over the rough stubble that felt odly erotic when it touched her skin.
"Yeah it is...I love you, Mac."
"I love you, too." She kissed him soundly and then rested her head on his chest once he shifted them again so that he could resume the lazy swinging of the hammock. "We may need one of these for the house." He couldn't agree more.
