So mine are 4 one shots and this one...it's a little smutty. ;-)
Story 2 - Mrs. Claus.
"What's the matter, Flyboy? Cat got your tongue?" Mac purrs and I know for a fact my jaw has dropped and my mouth is hanging open.
Hot damn!
When we began dating, I hadn't anticipated that Mac had a seductive side. Sure, we've been flirting since we met but it was more of the teasing banter kind of flirting. At one point I was sure none of my suave measures meant a thing given how she shot down my best smile and made some wisecrack about dress whites and gold wings being 'overrated.'
We still flirted. Some of our conversations may have been a tad bit inappropriate but we dropped the traffic signals early on in our partnership because it was fun and meant nothing. Or so I thought. Her own little innuendos and coy smiles made me start to fall. And dammit, I fell hard. Really hard. The kind of hard that made me hurt to see her with another man.
Mac's sex appeal makes every man take notice. Even those drab marine greens do nothing to hide just how beautiful she is. And though she's loosened up some since we first met, I never expected this.
I didn't know her like a lover did - until now. I didn't know that the Marine facade could be stripped away and replaced by a sensual woman - until now. I didn't know that her bare flesh could make me lose control - until now.
It's been seven months since Mac dumped Mic after learning he'd been seeing his secretary behind her back. I may have taken pleasure in helping toss his sorry ass out of JAG when the imbecile came sniveling back only to have Mac land a right hook on his cheek.
As surprising as it was to see a boxer rocked so badly, I found it more surprising that the prick would even attempt to strike back at a Marine. She swept him off her feet, yanked the ring off and threw it in his general direction. Myself and one of the MPs pulled Mic off the ground and literally threw him onto the curb with Admiral Chegwidden following close behind.
That night we talked, really talked and I admitted what I couldn't a year prior - I had feelings for her - the strong ones that made me think of her all of the time. Two months later, when an assignment in France wrapped up, it happened. We came together as lovers and my life had never been the same since.
"Harm?"
"Wow." Is the only word I can muster as she leans against the doorframe in the entry to her bedroom.
Mac's Legs are crossed at the ankles teetering on the stiletto heels that belong to knee high black boots. She wears a red dress that is mostly see-through, with a deep V-neck cut that accentuates her beautiful breasts. Cinnamon nipples are visible through the fabric and it barely hides how erect each peak is.
The material follows the contours of her body, hugging her thin waist as it drapes down to her upper thigh. Her bottoms match the top, a red triangle that covers her curls and disappears over her hips in two thin strings that I realize is a thong when she pushes off and turns slowly before me.
Completing what I'm calling a 'Naughty Mrs. Claus' outfit is a fluffy Santa Hat I'm sure she stole from the box labeled 'Christmas Things' that is still stacked in the corner of my living room.
It's merely the beginning of December and our attempt to decorate my apartment was thwarted by a few rounds of love making. The place is still a mess with Christmas ornaments, lights and a half assembled tree waiting to be decorated.
We're supposed to be working and given the disarray of my loft, it made sense to follow her home. Now I realize that work had been the last thing on her mind. I groan as she walks past me and then stops and bends over to tighten a strap on her boot.
It gives me a good view of her six, the perfect apple bottom that I want to sink my teeth into.
"You look good in red."
"I look better out of it." Mac teases and disappears into her kitchen. When she returns her hands are full. One holds a bowl of strawberries and another a bowl of chocolate syrup.
"What's that for?"
"Mmm, I wanted something tart and sweet." She bites into a strawberry and makes a show of licking the juice off her lips. Her antics makes my pants feel a little snug and my infamous control begins to nose dive.
My past relationships usually started quickly and fizzled just as fast. What was once good sex became mediocre and mundane. I was a serial monogamist who never wanted to settle because there wasn't a single woman who piqued my interest for longer than a few months.
Then came Mac.
We sizzle together. It's sweet and sexy and hot and intense and…I love her. I really love her. The fact that sex between us is so fucking good is just icing on the cake.
"Do you want one?"
"I want you."
"All in good time, Commander." She places the bowls on the side tables and straddles me, her knees on either side of my thighs. Her six rocks against my growing erection and I'm sure she could make me come from just a little teasing.
A strawberry is dipped in chocolate and placed in my mouth and Mac licks the of juice off my lips. "Mmmm, sweet."
"So are you." I say and make my point by lowering a spaghetti strap enough to expose a breast. I dip my finger in the chocolate, slather it over one hard nipple and then proceed to nibble, lick and suck until Mac's moaning from the sensation. "By the way, you never told me what you want for Christmas, Mrs. Clause."
"Mmm." She begins to release my entrapped length and it feels so wonderful when her hand wraps around me. But, I want more. I have to be inside her and it has to happen now. My fingers slide the crotch of her thong aside and then Mac lowers herself onto me.
We move slowly at first, watching each other's expressions. Have I mentioned how beautiful she is? Well, with damp skin and flushed cheeks, Mac's even more stunning.
"To answer your question." She says breathlessly. "I'd like you for Christmas."
She already has me and I wonder if that statement isn't code for something a little more permanent. I can see us like this forever and that concept fills me with a joy I'd never felt before. "You already have me, Mac. And just so you know, I think I love you."
"You think?" She stops moving and gives me a pointed glare that has me cringing.
Of course I'd stick my foot in my mouth and then back peddle to find a resolution. "I mean…I know. I know I love you. I'm in love with you Sarah."
"I'm in love with you too."
I stand with her wrapped around me and make a beeline for the bedroom, the couch is too small for extracurricular activities. I take my time unwrapping the outfit and she helps me out of my uniform. Mac still wears those boots when she lays back in bed and opens her arms for me to join.
All I know, this will be my favorite Christmas ever.