A little Saturday smut from our two favorite lovers. Honeymoon at the beach. ;)
Private Beach
Mac stepped out to the back porch and sighed happily. Her current view was like something out of a postcard. Sandy white beaches, ocean a stunning turquoise color and the sunlight that felt delicious compared to the early Winter that slammed DC. It was heaven complete with a modest home by the water and palm trees that dotted Frank Burner's vacation home.
She wore a blue sun hat that complimented the blue bathing suit mostly hidden by the cover up she'd worn on top given the nature of her swim wear. While the blue material wasn't incredibly racy, she knew other men would take interest and wasn't about to start their honeymoon with a brooding Harmon Rabb. "I'll be at the beach."
"Great. Let me just finish here and I'll join you in a few." Harm had been buried under the bathroom sink for the better part of an hour since they arrived to find a pool of water in the head that was seeping into the bedroom.
"It's good luck." She told him, citing a legend her grandmother would impart that all big adventures usually started with a bumpy road. Harm wasn't amused but admired her positivity.
The sand felt so nice between her toes and the soles of her feet that would get a much needed break from Marine issued pumps. She sighed happily again as she walked to the water's edge and noted the next house was quite a ways down the beach in either direction. They were alone on a practically secluded beach which made her feel better about removing the cover up, dropping it with the sun hat on one of the two padded lounge chairs that lay beneath a huge pergola.
"Hmm." Mac loved the beach, most of her solo vacations included a beach side town and a few good books to read while laying out in the sand. The Washington winters often got to her and she longed for those TAD assignments that took them down to Florida or even California. She didn't think twice about wading into the water or diving under to feel the warm waters of the Bahamas caress her skin. It felt good and relaxing, Harm's idea of a honeymoon by the beach was just what she needed.
She saw him step out a short time later, shirtless and wearing dark blue swim trunks that stopped just above his knee. He had filled out quite a bit since she first met him, the stickboy put on several pounds of rock hard muscles that she loved to kiss and lick and touch. Grinning, she came out of the water and walked up to her husband who had laid down on a lounger.
As she neared, Harm lowered his sunglasses and looked up at his wife. Lord, she was all legs smooth and silky, athletic and as he gazed up her toned thighs his eyes came to stop at the drawstrings that rested on either side of her hips. "Damn."
"See something you like?" She turned around for him so that he could see her backside was barely covered, not quite a thong but not a standard bottom either. Her top was just as sexy, tiny scraps fashioned into triangles that barely contained her ample breast and also tied in the back.
He bit his lower lip, tossed aside the aviators and sat up. "You're making me hungry." One of his hands splayed on her thigh and slid around to cup her backside that he squeezed gently.
"How secluded are we?"
"Pretty much. Nearest houses are about a mile away each side and the seagrapes that line the property gives us added privacy." Harm's voice had taken on that thick, husky tone and he wondered if she was thinking the same as he.
His fingertips lightly grazed across the material along her lower abdomen, tracing the seam down the junction of her thighs where he stopped once Mac closed her eyes in anticipation for his intimate touch. Instead his hand traced lazy patterns down the back of her leg while his lips pressed open mouth kisses just above her knee and then a little higher.
Inch by inch he kissed his way up her leg, sweeping his tongue here and there to catch a droplet of sea water which still clung to her skin. As he made his way up Harm stopped at the apex of her thighs giving Mac one kiss there as he moved over to her hips.
In his opinion, the drawstrings were an invitation to unravel the treasure it kept wrapped up. He'd fantasized about pulling at each knot and watching the material slip off her body the time or two he'd seen her in a bikini when they were 'just friends.'
Grinning, he clamped his teeth down on one string while holding Mac's gaze. Her eyes had the loveliest shade when she was aroused, a gift he disciscovered when they first made love in the light of day on the couch in her apartment. She liked to look at him and the ministrations that turned her on so badly she could combust.
She liked to watch his expressions, the beads of sweat on his skin, his eyes that would turn a smoky grey when he entered her. Harm was a sexy, sexy man and after their first coupling she finally understood why he previously couldn't let go.
With his teeth, Harm pulled at the drawstring, slowly moving his head back as it unraveled and gave up the hold on one hip. He watched the blue scrap fall just enough to expose more skin, the other side held on by litteral threads which he gave the same treatment to. The bottoms fell off of her in a slow motion cascade and sliply wafted to the sand, discarded as if unimportant. She might have wanted to stradle him and feel his hard length plunder her depths but the sexy sailor had other things in mind as he scooted to the very edge of the lounger and his mouth came over her sex.
She tasted sweet and salty, the honey of her slickness combining with the salty sea. An exotic combination that made Harm drink from her like a man dying of thirst when his tongue parted her. Mac parted her legs to give him better access and thanked God the man had a sense to keep an arm wrapped around her because the liquid heat he pulled from her was making her legs give out. As it was, she shook against his mouth, grinded into him while the fingers threaded through his hair showed him what she liked.
It was when he introduced one long finger that she nearly collapsed and actually had to beg him to stop. The arrogant sailor could only chuckle and the rumble of his laughter coursed from her core and across her whole body when he slowed down and eased some of the pressure. He kept feasting on her albeit slower and deliberate, pinpointing with a greedy tongue the bundle of nerves he could lick to drive her over the edge. He sucked at her, lapped her juices, buried his face between her legs until she panted for him, begged for more and then screamed his name with a reckless abandon he was sure he'd never heard before.
Once Mac came, Harm couldn't hold her upright any longer and instead lowered her onto the lounger, his fingers maintaining a slow and steady dance between her slit while tiny aftershocks made her body shake. He was good at that, enjoyed going down on her and pleasing her to no end. But this was different, somehow, that much more intense because he had no reasons to hold back any longer - she was his now, the ring on her finger securing they'd belong to no one else and Harm took pride on the way her body ached for his.
It seemed like a lifetime until Mac raised her head to look at him, beads of sweat covered her, a lazy grin spread across her beautiful lips which he leaned down to kiss. And he loved that too, kissing her. Her lips were full and soft, equally delicate as the skin he lost himself in from the moment they first joined.
She came up on one elbow, her other hand caressing down the expanse of his chest, grazing the soft peppering of hair and following the trail that ended beneath the elastic of his swim trunks. Her hand broke that seam, reaching for his already hardened member that she grasped and stroked until a bead of moisture began to collect at the tip. And then, she let him go, tucked him back into the shorts and stood, her bare six taunting him, those shapely legs beaconing him to follow as she ran towards the surf. "Mac! Wait!"
Mac was waist deep in the ocean when he caught her and strong arms wrapped around her body to crush her into him. He kissed her desperately, passionately, his tongue dueling with hers as his cock pressed into her middle beneath the trunks he still wore. He needed to have her, to sheath himself so deeply inside and feel her depths grasping him. Lord how he ached, he wanted like a man consumed by nothing else but the pleasure he could find in her arms. "I want you."
"Not yet." She said softly and began to walk him out of the water, the feel of its warmth exciting her sensitive flesh even more. Mac brought him to the surf where the sea played with the sand and she urged him to stop and sit. Her body came over his then, breasts still covered by scraps of bikini teased his chest as they kissed. She moved her lips downwards, over his Adam's apple, each of his collar bones and lower until she stopped at the edge of the trunks.
Her fingers hooked under the elastic and Harm raised himself up to help her take them off. They were discarded into the surf, swept away with the gentle tides and completely forgotten when the head of his length disappeared between her lips. Her tongue stroked from the bottom up and the wonderfully warm sensations of her mouth engulfing him again made Harm's hips buckle. "Oh Sarah."
Mac's fingernail teased him, her hand grasped and stroked. Her tongue lapped at the tip until he begged her to take him and feel the silky warmth of her mouth take him as far as she could.
Her lips sucked, her teeth nipped him playfully and Mac kept a hard pressure until he couldn't help but spend himself into her mouth. She loved feeling him swell from her touch, loved drinking down every droplet of his come when she didn't let him pull out. She still lapped at him, licking every last drop as Harm's body shook beneath hers and he took a ragged breath and simply lay on the wet sand. She lay down next to him with an arm and an leg draped over his torso, the tiny waves nipping their feet and the warmth of the sun covered by partly cloudy skies.
When her hand reached for him again, Harm stood and helped Mac up, guiding her to the ocean deep enough so that she could not reach but he had not problem touching the sandy bottom. His fingers found her center still wet and waiting and he ached to be inside her to fill her, stretch her and hear the way she spoke his name when they made love. The weighless effects of the water made it easier for him to hold her weight, although he never really had that problem before. A tall woman, she was still effortless for him to pluck her into his arms as he'd done countless times.
Those long legs wrapped around his middle, one arm braced on his shoulder as she slowly guided him into her. Sex under water was not an impossiblilty, simply slower and wonderful - a little magical if her romantic side were to describe it. With the sun lowering in the horizon he made love to her, hips thrusting up to meet hers, his length buried deep inside so that he completely filled her.
His fingers brushed her intimately, stroking in time with his movements as he felt her silky depths hold him tighter. When she came it sounded like music to his ears and he followed behind thankful that the water took some of her weight as Harm was sure he would collapse this time around. "Thank you for this." He whispered into her ear and walked out of the water, with Mac still wrapped around him.
