Never Say Never
Chapter 9
Friday, June 19, 2021
1930 Local Time
Rabb Residence
Georgetown, NW
Mac and Harm were getting ready for President Bartlett's Inauguration. The plan was that they would be dressed in their uniforms for the Inauguration at the Capitol, and arrive at the White House for the Bartlett Administration to accept the change over from the Clinton Administration.
For the Inaugural Balls that evening, they would change into their ball finery in Harm's new office. They would attend the reception in the White House State Ballroom. Then accompany the Bartletts to attend the various Inaugural Balls around the Nation's Capital.
This evening they were packing their garment bags with their ball finery. Harm would wear his usual mess dress uniform while Mac would wear a new gown she purchased for the occasion; a shimmering gray silk off-the-shoulder floor-length gown, showing a lot of cleavage with a slit up the left side that went as high as her hip. It was tailored to cover her barely-there baby bump.
As she was preparing her garment bag she was going back and forth between the closet and their bed. As she went into the closet to obtain a clothing item, she saw a blue gown that brought back some strong memories. She took it out, went to stand in front of the full-length mirror, and brought it to hang in front of her. Harm just happened to come into the bedroom and caught her admiring herself in the mirror with a smile.
He went up behind her and said, "I remember when I first saw you in Chegwidden's doorway in that gown. You about knocked my socks off. You were so beautiful."
Mac turned her head to kiss his cheek and said, "Thank you, honey. I remember the look on your face as well as on Webb's and Chegwidden's faces. They were practically drooling."
"If they only knew what we did after that clusterfuck of an embassy party. I was so relieved that we got out alive, and that asshole Ambassador Moshak didn't kill you trying to get away. I couldn't wait for us to get home."
"Well, you should've had a bit more confidence in me. After all, I did show him what happens when you don't treat a Marine right." She kissed her husband to punctuate her point.
Harm pulled her into his embrace and said in a sultry voice, "I think I treated you right after we got home."
"Yes, you did. We barely made it into the apartment before we jumped each other; we were so hyped up," Mac said as she remembered that night.
Flashback
Tuesday, September 29, 1998
2230 Local Time
Sudanese Embassy, DC, NW
Mac and Harm were walking down the steps of the embassy. They had just witnessed Professor Dubuto's plea for peace, and they were anxious to put the whole clusterfuck of an evening behind them. They just passed Clayton Webb who was rushing to take custody of the vial containing the Ebola Virus that Moshak used to threaten them as well as clean up the diplomatic mess Moshak left behind in his mad scheme to take control of his country from the US.
Webb said to Harm and Mac, "Nice work."
The couple stopped to reply to his half-hearted praise. Harm took a breath to give his opinion of Webb and his bad operational planning, but Mac beat him to it.
"You know Webb, next time you plan one of these things, leave us out of it. Your half-assed planning and omission of vital "need-to-know" information nearly got us killed. Good night."
Webb decided not to reply as he was going to speak to their back as Mac and Harm continued down the stairs. He turned and went up to the ballroom.
As they walked down, Mac nearly tripped on the hem of her blue gown. Harm gallantly held her up saying, "Easy there Mackenzie. We don't need a trip to the ER tonight. I have other things planned."
"Oh, you mean after the good time we had tonight," Mac teased.
"Oh yeah, we should do this again. It was a blast," Harm replied sarcastically.
Eventually, they reached his Corvette and drove home to Mac's Georgetown apartment.
They got into the elevator for the ride up the four floors. Once they got into the apartment, Mac closed and made sure the doors were locked. She had barely turned around when Harm pulled her into a clinch and crushed his lips to hers. He pressed her back into the closed door. She lifted her left leg up for him to access the slit. She took his hand to bring it under the fabric to her core.
"Pull the panties down."
Harm was extremely eager to comply as he pushed them down enough for Mac to let them go down her legs so she could step out of them. She put his hand to cover her core. As she felt his fingers delve into her folds, she whispered, "I'm so wet for you. I've been wet since you came to my rescue."
As she was saying this, she was opening his belt and undoing his trousers. As she unzipped them and pulled his boxer-brief waistband down, his erection sprang out for her to take a grip.
Harm had not been idle as he pulled the zipper down the back of her gown. When he got it all the way down, Mac broke their embrace only long enough to let him pull the straps off her shoulders to let it fall down and pool at her feet. She kicked it out of her way.
Harm was more aroused as he beheld her in her garter belt holding up her stockings and her magnificent breasts uncovered by a bra.
"Take me now! I don't want to wait for the bedroom."
"Yes, ma'am."
With a quick move, he picked her up and pinned her between him and the door, and drove his rod deeply into her.
"Oh god…" Mac cried out as her body slid down onto his cock. She gasped as she felt it breach her cervix. She was completely full up to the brim with his meat. She wrapped her legs around him, allowing him to push in deeper. She looked him in the eyes and smiled.
"I want you to pound me into this door. NOW!"
She clenched her muscles that surrounded him and waited as he got his footing. He didn't wait, no slow start, no gentle movements, he started to thrust into her hard and fast. Pulling about halfway out and then ramming it back into her.
Mac's head was swimming as she was pounded over and over again against the door, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. She loved that this was happening with Harm. She didn't want it with anyone else, she was his. She would give herself to him, over and over again.
As he pulled out and pushed in, she clenched her legs tighter around him to hold him in as deep as she could. As he plowed her repeatedly, she felt her climax building, strong, and quick. She wasn't going to last much longer as she clenched her kegel muscles around his cock.
As Harm continued his relentless pace, pounding into her, he felt the sensations of her muscles clamping down onto his organ. His balls started to tighten up as they bounced off her ass. He wasn't going to last long.
"Oh god Sarah…I don't know how much longer…" He panted as he kept up the pace.
"Gods Harm, do it, I want to feel you cum in me. OH, GOD!"
With that Mac came harder than she ever had before. As she clamped down on the throbbing rod inside her, she felt him give into the sensation as well. She felt him push up as far as he could and with pulse after pulse fired loads of his seed into her waiting womb. He kept pulsing inside her with no end as he kept trying to push deeper and deeper into her. Mac came again at the feeling of him cumming in her.
After what felt like forever, Harm and Mac were holding each other as they caught their breath. Mac loved that his still-hard cock was holding her up.
"Wow that was…" she gasped.
She couldn't finish the sentence. Harm moved from inside her and she slowly lowered her feet to the ground. She and Harm shared a long kiss before she stepped away from him toward the bedroom.
As Mac walked away from Harm, he looked long at her beautiful body in only a garter belt, stockings, and high stiletto heels.
Mac stopped and looked back at Harm over her shoulder and said, "Flyboy, take the rest of that uniform off and join me in the bedroom."
Harm wasted no time kicking off his shoes, stepping out of his trousers, and shucking his jacket, shirt, and tee shirt.
Mac smiled as she saw Harm approach her with his stiff cock preceding him. She quickly stepped into the bedroom and sat down at the head of the bed. She urged him to get on the bed and kneel in front of her. She took hold of his cock and started stroking it. She bent to give it kisses at the bulbous tip and wrapped her tongue around it. She loved the taste of their combined love juices. She circled her fingers at the base and brought it totally into her mouth. Her nose went all the way to press at his belly. His pubic hair tickled her nose. She held her mouth there and started wrapping her tongue around the shaft in her mouth. She loved the feel of the silky skin surrounding the wood of his shaft.
Harm was breathing hard as Mac went about fellating his cock. When she felt that it was hard again, she withdrew her mouth. She kept a grip on his cock as she slid down under him. He went along with her until his body covered hers.
Mac directed his cock until the tip was at her entrance. She looked him in the eye and said, "Do it flyboy."
Harm pushed and slid all the way into her until his pubic bone collided with hers. Mac gasped at the short pain. She wiggled under him and wrapped her legs around his ass so that he settled completely onto her saddle, buried deeply in her.
"Plow me like a farm boy mister?"
"I always do what the farmer's daughter wants."
With that Harm started to really plow her. As they went along, the pace quickened, the bodies made slapping sounds as they met. Mac's breasts bounced with the rhythm of their movements. The bed shook and the headboard bounced against the wall. Mac moved her legs so that they were up under his arms as he lay on her. This allowed him to achieve deeper penetration with every thrust into her.
They both reached their moment at the same time. As Mac's climax hit her, she gripped her legs and pumped her body up. She started to shake and quiver as her orgasm hit her. Harm went over the edge as he felt her muscles clench tighter around her. He thrust forward and nailed her to the bed and emptied himself into her waiting womb.
Mac thrust up in rhythm with his pumping, milking him for all his worth.
When they came down from their sexual high, Mac lowered her legs and wrapped them around his, holding him inside her.
"I love you," Mac whispered into his ear and kissed his cheeks repeatedly.
"I love you," Harm replied.
He loved the feeling of being inside her. They lay in that position for a time, sharing kisses and endearments. Mac was basking in the joy of having him inside her.
As Harm lay on top and inside her, he was stroking her hair. He kissed the bruise on her shoulder where Moshak struck her with his pistol. He held his head back to look at her as he confessed, "For a couple of minutes there I thought that Moshak was going to kill you."
"I know. I thought so too. He was losing control as you did what you promised, pick off his soldiers one by one. I don't think he had the guts to do that though. He wanted to be seen as a sympathetic character. He wouldn't have been able to explain another body, especially an American Marine officer. I had to really restrain myself when you came through the door. I wanted you there and then. Like I said, my panties got wet."
She kissed him long a slowly to punctuate her point.
During the kiss, Harm moved his arms so that his palms rested flat against her butt. As he began to slowly thrust in and out of her, kissing her cheeks. "One more time, sweetheart…"
Mac shook her head in denial, certain she didn't have the strength left. When her body started to react to the gentle motion of his hips, she could scarcely believe that it was possible.
"Harm," she said frantically, clinging to him.
"It's okay," he assured her, kissing her temple gently. Increasing the pace of his thrusts, he adjusted their bodies to just the right angle, smiling when her eyes widened in shock, and she dug her fingers into his back.
"That's my girl…"
The thrusting of his hips increased in speed, strength, and depth until they were both teetering on the precipice once again.
"Harm! Oh, Harm!" Mac cried out, as she went over, her cries turning wordless as she held on to him.
With a final, deep thrust, Harm joined her and cried out "Maac!" in ecstasy, every muscle in his body tensing up as his body filled hers with his seed.
Collapsing on top of her, he rolled them just enough to keep from crushing her beneath his weight, as he held her to him.
Tenderly kissing and caressing her, it took him a moment to realize that she was sobbing quietly.
Pulling back to look into her face, he looked at her in concern.
"Mac?" he asked softly. "Did I hurt you?" His eyes reflected his fear.
Mac shook her head, swiping at the tears with her palm.
"No," she assured him. "I've never… experienced anything… like that before," she whispered. "I didn't know it was possible."
Harm smiled lovingly at her, caressing her cheek with his palm. "I love you," he told her.
"I know," Mac told him with a certainty she'd never known before. "I love you, too."
"You sure you're, okay?" he asked gently, pulling her close to him again.
"I'm sure," she promised, closing her eyes.
Harm kissed her forehead, before closing his own eyes. "Get some sleep, Mac.
End of Flashback.
Mac and Harm had completed their packing and put the garment bags on the back of the sofa. Harm went up behind his wife and wrapped his arms around her, folding his hands over her just barely-there baby bump.
He asked, "What are hoping for; a girl with your looks and my brains?"
"Or maybe a boy with your looks and my brains."
"Either one would work. I do guarantee one thing though."
"What's that?"
"That he or she will be loved."
"That they will."
"Come on let's have our dinner. Then we'll snuggle in bed and get our rest. We have a long day ahead tomorrow."
