Harm was exhausted. An investigation went on a little longer than planned, two days tuned into a week. To top if off he'd been stuck for the better part of the afternoon in the traffic jam from hell. "Hey babe, I'm home. Sorry I'm late...uh…" His briefcase slipped through his fingers hitting the wood floors with a loud thud once his eyes found her.
Mac was leaning against the glass panels that made up the louvered windows. She was wearing a tiny scrap of black lace which barely covered her bikini area with straps that came down a few inches in order to clip onto the thigh high stockings. Her breasts were completely bare save for the glinting dog tags which rested between them. "Hey sailor." She purred and then came down the steps balancing on stiletto heels which made her legs look that much nicer.
He'd completely forgotten to breathe and whatever little oxygen was left in his body came out in a woosh when she moved towards him. The lace panties sat low on her hips but there was nothing covering her sex. They'd been designed with an open, heart shaped pattern over the area that left nothing to the imagination.
Casually, she took his briefcase and walked past Harm to place it on the coffee table. It allowed him to see that the lace left only half of her perfect six bare. The flimsy fabric covered the upper curves leaving exposed her rounded bottom that he'd delighted in squeezing when they'd made love before he left for Norfolk.
He felt stalked and Mac the jungle cat to his prey as she seductively walked towards him stopping just a breath away. "Breathe sailor...It's just me."
Once he took air into his lungs Harm's brain began to function again, the mush cleared and he realized that he was being seduced. It was a short trip there, the woman could wear a burlap sack and he'd still want her. But, this outfit was made for her body with the gentle curves and flawless skin. He reached out to her but Mac moved, gracefully raising herself to sit on one of the barstools. "That's some outfit."
"This old thing?" Mac shrugged noncommittally and then crossed her legs and leaned back. One hand slowly moved from her neck with her fingers following the chain of the dog tags until she reached the end and gave them a tug. "You like?"
Harm dumbnly nodded. "I love." His eyes darkened in arousal and he let out an audible groan when Mac uncrossed her legs, opened them wide and then crossed them again. Breathe, he needed to breathe. She told him to breathe.
Damnit, she was seduxing him and Harm didn't want to seem too eager. He was still standing by the door which, thankfully he had closed and locked upon entering. Slowly, he took his jacket off and made a show of draping it over the coat hook. Next, he dropped his cover on the desk and undid his tie and hit play on his answering machine although the screen said he had no messages.
One look her way and Harm nearly chuckled at her impatient glare. "Something wrong, Marine?"
"No...Nothing at all...It's a little chilly in here is all." Which was evident as she arched her back making her breasts perk up more.
He saw her taut nipples hard and waiting for him to nibble and suck. It made the tent in his pants grow so much more uncomfortable, painful really. But, they were now engaged in a sort of power play and he enjoyed making her squirm. He toed off his shoes and socks and then began popping the buttons to his shirt which soon joined the jacket.
Next, he pulled his undershirt off, tossing it somewhere behind as his fingers began to work on the belt buckle. Mac eyed his fingers, licking her lips in anticipation when Harm slowly pulled down the zipper and eased the trousers down his hips to the floor. She was wet, had been since before this little game started and now her core clenched with anticipation.
Pressure was building between her legs with dull ache and the need for release made her open her thighs and drop a hand down to the sensitive bud that craved attention. She dipped a finger though her slick folds, moving it plast her slit.
Her index finger stroked her clit in a slow methodical fashion and between partially closed eyes she could see him watching. Harm was standing just a few feet away, completely naked, his manhood standing at perfect attention. And he was just watching.
Until she cried his name. "Oh Harm…"
He made it to her in two long strides, his lips capturing hers to silence her moans of pleasure. Harm kissed her deeply, their tongues mated, deuled as his hand dipped between them, pushing hers away. "Let me." He pleaded against her lips as one long finger pushed inside her slick channel.
"Oh God...I love when you do that." Mac's hand grazed down his back, along his flank and lower. She teased his thighs, nails raking over the skin making him buckle when she moved inward and took a hold of his length. He was hard and heavy in her hand which moved impossibly slow over him until she reached the tip that was moistened with his arousal.
She gripped his shaft, stroking him deftly while looking him in the eye. Her ministrations made him stop kissing her and the hand between Mac's thighs dropped so that he could hold the edges of the stool she sat on. Mac had taken control again, her slow but firm grip making him impossibly harder. "This isn't gonna last if you keep at it…" He panted, grateful as Mac's touch eased somewhat.
"We have all weekend." Mac said into his ear and then took his earlobe between her teeth. Her lips moved downward leaving open mouthed kisses on his fevered skin. She lapped his pulsepoint and pulled him closer with her hands that wrapped around his torso. "Take me…" She urged, making sure her core rubbed over his erection, neededing him to know how turned on she was,. "I want you."
It made him hiss a rough curse and before long Harm was fully sheathed by her wet, warm depths. The bar stool was at the perfect height and he only needed to spread his legs a little wider to be at her same height. "Hold on." He told her and once Mac's hands gripped to his shoulders, Harm pulled out and thrusted hard into her.
They weren't gentle, her seduction had made him lose control but Mac gave as good as she got. One leg came up to his hip, the tip of her stiletto nipping at his backside which only made him that more aroused. With one hand he held that leg still and used the other to brace himself against the kitchen island as their pace grew frantic.
Mac could feel the pressure building, blinding her, begging him for more only to have him stop when they were so close. He pulled out of her than and she instantly missed the feel of him, how his cock felt and it filled and stretched her. "Harm…" She protested, hell she would have begged him but instead he pulled her off the stool to land on her feet.
Thankfully he held her upright, as Mac's legs had turned to jello and then he patted the stool with a mischievous grin. "Bend over."
Her core clenched at his command and the way he said it with a sexy bedroom voice. Her sailor could sometimes be a prude but he was also a skilled lover knowing just how to please her. Harm was also fun, a willing participant if not a little eager for role playing and other sides of kink. He also liked to take control so she was often finding ways to one up their sexual play to make him lose that precious control.
Despite his soft command, she won that round especially given how she stood definitely before him, her chest heaving as she tried to calm her breath. "Please, Mac...Bend over."
She did as told, making a slow show of bending over the stool until her breasts pressed against the wood and her hands gripped the edges. The dog tags dangled from around her neck, clicking when they struck the stool's wooden legs. Mac spread her legs wider giving him a view of her backside. "Damn, Mac."
The lacy underwear covered the upper half of her six. The garters of her nylons pulling tight over the back of her legs. Harm stood behind her bending over so he could trail soft kisses down her spine. "You're so beautiful… so sexy..."
He kissed the exposed edges of her backside, nipping the tight skin with his teeth which made Mac squeal in delight. "You turn me on so bad." And then he moved his cock over her wet folds, teasing her until she whimpered. "Tell me what you want Sarah."
Mac was moving her hips, pushing her six onto him in hopes he would quench her burning arousal. It was painful to want him this much, her sex was dripping in anticipation for his wanted intrusion. "Please Harm… Make me come…"
One hand gripped her hip, the other held his erection which he positioned between her wet folds. Harm slowly entered her partially sheathing himself only to pull out and enter her again, this time deeper.
Her inner muscles clenched around him, trying to stop him from sliding out until he was fully inside her.
This brand of teasing was a sweet torture, the slow movement was agony for him as well. "Give me your hands, Sarah." Harm said and without question Mac's arms raised up behind her. He took hold of her wrists with a firm but gentle pressure and then pushed his hips forward fully thrusting into her.
"Oooh…Yes." Finally… Finally he was filling her, pulling in and out with long strokes. Her chest was still on the stool, her arms were pulled with each counter movement stretching her body. He was deep inside her, moving deeper with each thrust that Mac countered. He pounded hard into her, fueled by her moans of pleasure that echoed in the loft. She begged for more, for him to push her over the edge.
Finally releasing her arms, Harm leaned over, his chest hairs teasing her back while his lips sought the soft skin of her neck. He slowed his movement, slowly loving her body with his own as one hand found her clit which he massaged. "Harm… don't stop...I'm close… so close."
She was moaning, panting, pushing back against him. He could feel her muscles clamping down, convulsing around his length, milking him. When she finally came it was violent, shaking her body, screaming his name.
Harm kept thrusting into her finding his own release with an animalistic growl. "Sarah!"
If they'd been in bed he would have collapsed against her, as it was, he'd bent down to press his forehead against her back as he caught his breath. Her skin was damp and he pressed a kiss to the center of her spine before pulling out and helping her stand.
Mac threw herself at him, wrapped her arms around his neck in order to pull him down for a kiss. "Welcome home, Flyboy."
