Having His Cake and Eating It Whole

Having His Cake and Eating It Whole 2
Part 2 of 4


HOUR: Zero – LIFT OFF

"I told you to go straight home." He bit her lower lip. "You can't follow a simple order." His mouth
covered hers again and he probed her with his tongue. His hand quickly slipped under the skirt
up her thigh to her perfect ass. He groaned when he discovered that she had nothing but a thong
on underneath.

"The uniform of the day?" He reached his long fingers to her wet clit and dragged them back
spreading her wetness from front to back before thrusting two fingers into her as deeply as they
would go.

She groaned and spread her legs.

"Hardly regulation." He slipped his hand around to the front, pressed the heel of his palm against
her clit as he again penetrated her with his fingers.

Before she had a chance to speak his mouth was on hers: his tongue searching, seeking,
probing, his hand working her: her first orgasm of the weekend. Never before had she come so
instantly, so completely and in such a public location. His kiss was intense, full of passion, desire
and a desperate need. Her body was crushed between his erection and the car. His hand was
between her legs pressing into her deeply. No dildo, vibrator or egg would ever give her that
complete an orgasm.

She went for his belt. She needed him inside of her immediately – damn the location.

He stopped her. "With me, colonel." He ordered.

She whimpered into his ear. "Yes, sir."

He took the keys from her and placed her in the passenger seat. In moments the car was in gear
and they were in traffic, his hand stuffed down her shirt tweaking her nipple making shifting near
impossible. Mac was free to go back to her original plan. She pulled at his belt, his button and
his zipper. She freed his erection from its confinement and was stroking it, pulling it, and
squeezing it. It was bigger than she remembered … it always was first time they got back
together. She pulled his hand out of her blouse and descended on his dick - sucking, pulling and
licking like she hadn't eaten in months. They very nearly didn't make it to her apartment. He
parked not caring if there were onlookers and put his seat back to allow her to finish what she
started. He had to force himself not to hold her head when he came (she hated that); but he held
nothing else back. He bucked into her mouth and emptied down her throat. She took it all. He
knew she would.

There was no pause for a moment to recover. He pulled her in for a congratulatory kiss – he
loved tasting his seamen on her lips – as he re-buttoned his pants. He leapt from the car; she
was right behind him. Hand in hand they found there way to her door and actually were able to
enter and close the door behind them before they were on each other again.

Hour: One (1800 – Friday)

His arms came around her from behind pushing his arousal into her back. In one quick liquid
motion he had turned her in his arms, tore open her blouse and had her skirt up around her waist.
She was completely exposed. He groaned his pleasure at the sight of her – green lace bra and
all. Something about her exposed in uniform always made him wild. It was fueled by his hundred
or so fantasies of fucking her in open court.

She pulled free of his embrace discarding the remains of her uniform and backed away from him
toward the bedroom.

He easily stripped down as he advanced on her.

The first time was fast and furious and full of lust and need. It was clearly urgent sex. He was
driving, thrusting, pumping into her so hard it nearly tore her in two. It was exactly what she
needed, what she had been aching for. Both struggled to be the one in control, the one to set the
pace and the speed; that only aroused them more. The fight for the top would again be what was
great about them. She climaxed with a screech that he had been longing to hear and that set him
free to come into her. Neither was sated or satisfied.

It would still take him a moment to revive physically. His desire was too strong to wait for his dick.
He needed to consume her completely, to devour her entirely. He had to taste what he had been
missing. It started with her neck and her ears, moved down to the valley between her breasts
and then her nipples. Teasing one with his mouth and worrying the other with his fingers.
Sucking on her like a baby and kneading her like a man. All of a sudden, her breath caught in her
throat, she was dizzy. She came … she came hard, very nearly painfully hard – he had pressed
her clit with his thigh. He was able to bring her climax AGAIN with his mouth, tongue, and fingers
on her breasts and one deft press on her clit. This was the SOMETHING ALIVE that she had
needed in her bed.

Despite her pleas, he nestled himself between her legs off the edge of the bed. Kneeling in front
of her, spreading her legs open to appreciate her glory and reveling in her total acceptance of her
fate, he dove in with his entire face – lips, teeth, tongue, nose, cheeks. His long fingers dug deep
into her hips and pulled her into him. She was completely as the mercy of his desire. The effect
was exactly as planned. She called out: his name, God's name and unrecognizable words of
ecstasy. She clutched at the blankets on the bed and bucked into him causing his nose to press
firmly against her clit and his tongue to push deeper into her. Driving her back on the bed, his
tongue and lips sucked back up to her clit, and he thrust into her with his fingers reaching that
spot that only he had found.

"YAH …ow … ah… aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

She came instantly. Wave after wave, it would not stop as he worked her with his long fingers.
Her hands were in his hair; her words begging him to stop but her body telling him to keep going.
Her sucked her clit in between his teeth and tickled it soundly with his tongue and he slipped a
third finger into her. Tears rolled out of the corner of her eyes, she tried to curl into a fetal
position. "Oh God … stop … give me a minute." She pleaded.

He was undaunted by her pleas for pause, he kissed up her body paying little attention to her
breasts or lips. He was over her and he positioned himself at her entrance. Slowly … painfully
slowly, he slipped his now completely revived full length into her. Her eyes widened. The
sensation was electrifying. Moments before she thought she couldn't take any more; now there
would never be enough. She wrapped her legs around him and anchored herself to his shoulders
as he drove them back further onto the bed. It was slow and methodical but the intensity was
increasing.

Not quickly enough for her. She needed to be in control. She rolled him over until she was
astride him; riding him. The view from his position nearly did him in. Her head back, her back
arched, her breasts bouncing with her rhythm. He needed to touch and feel them in his hands.
He needed to have them in his mouth. He pulled her down to him latching on to each breast in
turn. It slowed her pace but she continued to rock him.

He pulled her mouth to his for a kiss. "Fuck me." He told her. "Fuck me!"

She pushed her self back off his chest and rode him; rode him hard as she was ordered to do.
She was in control, she watched his eyes and felt him pull out and push into her. She set the
pace, she set the speed, she knew exactly what she needed to do push him over the edge … but
she didn't want to do it quickly. She let one hand scrape up his chest to his nipples. She rubbed
them, worried them and squeezed them feeling his groans and thrusts become more erratic. She
knew he was close, she could see him holding back - his hands poised over her hips ready to
hold her as he finished him self off. She rode him, rocked him, ground her pelvis into his. She
opened her legs to him.

"Come on … come for me!" She told him. "Fill me up."

She leaned down over him so her breasts would sway over his chest and pushed her self on and
off his thrusting dick.

"Come for me!" She ordered again.

He grabbed her hips and held her down on him. He thrust again letting everything he had empty
into her. His whole body broke out in a sweat. She was so pleased with herself she didn't
realized that he had not stopped thrusting, one thumb had slipped down to the place with they
were joined. He rubbed her nub: up, down, left, right, circular, hard, soft, round and round as he
continued to grind into her with the little he had left. She again was sent off into an orgasm. She
finally crumpled down on to his chest. Both were out of breath.

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Hour: Two (1900 - Friday)

His hands gently glided over her back; it brought up goose bumps. She smiled. She was both
cold and hot at the same time. The waves crashing against the rocks outside mimicked the
waves of pleasure her body was still experiencing. They had yet to discuss anything practical.
How did he get there? How long could he stay? When had he made plans for this rendezvous?
None of that mattered. He was stroking her, arousing her. No words were needed, no
explanation required. She knew that the frenzied, desperate, long-time-no-fuck fucking for the
assignation was over. For however long they had left, they could focus on the sensual, slow,
adoring fucking (some call it love making, but Mac knew better). She would never admit that she
liked that part best because each had their advantages – but there was something about bringing
the other to orgasm – indeed bringing oneself to orgasm when it was not so desperate. She
would be the one to start.

She pulled away from him slowly, both not wanting to lose the connection even of his limp dick in
her. They whined when it was lost. She pulled him up and led him to the bathroom. The shower
warmed quickly and she took a position behind him allowing him the full force of the water. She
placed his hands on the wall on either side of the showerhead and let the water wash down over
him. She lathered her hands and began the slow washing of the incredible man who had given
her so much pleasure: each leg from foot to thigh, each arm from shoulder to finger tip, his broad
back and shoulders, his thin waist and butt. Each attempt he made to return the attention was
met with resistance. She slipped around in front of him making sure to keep the water between
them. He was aroused again. She washed his face and chest and worked her way down to his
pride and joy … his pride and her joy. Her hands freshly lathered she washed every inch of his
length which only seemed to arouse him more.

With the soap washed away, she knelt down in front of him. Harm knew what was coming and
braced himself. She wrapped her mouth around his head and sucked him in and out like a
lollipop. This was not a tease, it was not foreplay, she was as determined to get to his liquid
center.

"Mac." He yelped and pulled away from her as much as she would allow before thrusting back
into her. She was using her teeth a little too much.

She persisted; sucking him back in and pulling his whole body toward her. She wanted him to
feel the pain as well as the pleasure. She wanted him out of control and at her mercy. She knew
exactly how to work him and how to get him to lose it. She felt the hot water cooling and knew
that she needed to hurry it along. She rolled his balls in her free hand; she squeezed them and
pulled on them. He was close. She raked her fingernails across his butt, sucking and pulling
hard on him. That was Harm's down fall. He bucked, thrust and came with a profound grunt. He
knees buckled and he nearly slumped down to the shower floor. She kept him standing. She
smiled up at him and he pulled her up and kissed her deeply.

"God damn, but you are fucking good at that." He took time for the praise.

She kissed him back and didn't know how to say that she enjoyed it more than he probably did.

They dried each other off in silence. Still few words were spoken that were not pertinent to what
they were doing. Harm wrapped a towel around himself hoping to hide the fact that he was yet
again aroused. Touching her and drying the water off her skin set him off again.

"Should I check you for Viagra?" She played.

"You're the only drug I need."

She finally asked. "How long?"

"0800 …" He let it hang out there for a moment to gage her reaction. Would she think that meant
the next day? Would she be disappointed that it was only 15 hours? Or would that work out
nicely – she wouldn't have to change her weekend plans. What were her plans for the weekend?
Maybe she had another date? Would she break it for him?

"Oh." She did look slightly disappointed.

Harm let the other part of his plan drop. "0800 … Monday." He offered. He knew when he made
the plans that she could kick him out at any time and he was prepared for that though he hoped
she wouldn't.

"Monday?" She was nothing but surprised.

"We have the whole weekend." He confirmed.

A seductive smile spread slowly across her face. He was satisfied with her reaction.

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Hour: Three (2000 – Friday)

He kissed her and pushed her back through the bedroom and into the dining room to the table
that had been set with food and drink: snack foods, finger foods, foods that they both loved.

"When did you do all this?" She commented allowing him to feed her some mango not caring
that he had broken into her apartment to set that all up.

"While you were distracted in court." He laughed.

"I wasn't distracted." She claimed.

"You were … and I know you went to the sauna at lunch." He grinned. "You know they don't
have locks on those doors, don't you?"

"What?" She wondered if he had been watching her all day.

He untied the belt on her robe and let if fall open. "God you are beautiful." He started at her
waist and caressed her hips, her butt, down her legs, let them glide up her side to her ribs and
back and finally around to his goal – her pair of perfect breasts. "You are even more so when you
sweat." He leaned in and kissed her and trailed his lips down her neck. "But when you touch
yourself … "

"I beg your pardon." She protested.

"… when you touch yourself …" He continued undaunted. "You are magnificent."

"When did you get here?" She pressed.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" He sucked an orange slice into his mouth.

"Where you watching me all day?"

"I don't need to watch you, baby." He smiled offering her a bite. "I know you … I know you
better than you know yourself."

"Harm."

"They told me you went to the gym … I know what that means … I know all about your sauna
jobs." He smiled slyly. "And you are beautiful when you touch yourself."

She wanted to be embarrassed, but she was actually disappointed that he hadn't been watching
her secretly. Mac leaned into his caress. It had been so long since they had been together – she
thought she was imagining how good it felt to be touched by him, but the reality told her that her
imagination was too limited. "Would you have joined me?" She moaned. "Or just watched."

"I would have watched until I couldn't hold myself back." He admitted. "You've lost weight." He
said pinching her tiny bit of love handle.

"As have you, sailor." She eyed him appreciatively. "Looking very … trim." She licked her lips.

"I work out." He grinned. "Need to keep my stamina up."

"I like your … stamina." She toyed with him.

He took a bite of a strawberry and kissed her with the juices running down his lips. She kissed
him back with a fervor that he hadn't anticipated. His arousal became a need he had to satisfy.

Mac's breath hitched when her back hit the wall. Her legs wrapped around his thighs; he thrust
completely into her. Her nails dug into his arms holding her in place; his teeth bit into her
shoulder causing her to cry out in delicious pain.

"Fuck me." She ordered. "Oh God … fuck me."

Harm's hands splayed across on her perfect ass pushed and pulled her to match his motion.
Still she clung on, his heavy breath in her ear. Thrust after thrust … she wanted to come she
needed to come … but she wouldn't let go of him pounding into her.

She had lost count of how many orgasms she had had. Each one leading to another and another
– higher, harder, deeper, arriving at levels of ecstasy that were written about only in pornographic
novels – and she knew all about what was written in those books. She was surprised that either
of them had the stamina or the need but they had been separated for so long.

"Fuck me." She repeated pulling him tighter to her chest, rubbing her nipples against his,
scratching her long nails down his back.

"Oh God, Sarah!" He cried pumping faster, deeper, harder.

If it was possible, they each shared multiple orgasms. She came with each hard thrust and he
drove into her again and again until there was nothing left. For the first time he actually felt like
he had had enough – for the moment.

He looked down at her. Her eyes were wet. "Did I hurt you?" He asked panicked that he had
misunderstood her pleading.

"No … God no." She protested. She laughed a little. "I think I heard angles weeping though."

He swept her up into his arms and carried her to bed, tucked her in the clean sheets and kissed
her. He started to draw away.

"Where are you going?" She had dread in her voice.

"I'll be right back, lover." He kissed her again. "Just going to lock the door."

She lay back surprised that she hadn't thought of that earlier. What else did a normally stable
rational practical woman forget? How long had they been at it? She couldn't remember – she
didn't care. All that was important was how much time they have left? Was she supposed to
check in with anyone? She had work to do that weekend that would have to keep. She had an
appointment to have her hair cut on Saturday morning that she had no intention of keeping. She
smiled knowing that her explanation would be that "something came up" and her private joke
would be that it was Harm who 'came up'. She had a dinner with friends on Sunday. Would that
have to be canceled, would Harm come with her if she asked as her date? OR … How erotic it
would have been if he had followed her to the restaurant and watched her? She imagined him
sitting at a table near by, perhaps with a woman. Or better yet, being invited to join her friends
and introducing him as an old colleague that she hadn't seen in years. It was very indulgent and
very freeing.

In moments Harm had slipped into to bed next to her and pulled her close.

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Hour: Four (2100 – Friday)

For a long while they lay quietly in each other's arms not even attempting to sleep. He let his
hand toy with her breast that was pushing into his side. He let his other hand run the length of
her back and down her hips and legs as far as he could reach and up over her gorgeous butt.
She made lazy circles on his chest and stomach. She wanted to talk, but was so distracted by
his caress that she lost her train of thought. She let her hand drift down to entice his arousal. It
was unnecessary. He was ready again. A fleeting thought passed through her mind that she
would never survive the weekend, but then she realized that she too was ready.

She stroked his length and tilted her head up to his. "Can we take this one slow and easy?" She
asked as she nibbled on his chin.

"Slow and easy." He repeated. "Baby, I am at your command." He rolled her over onto her back
and true to his word, he kissed her slow and easy, he caressed her slow and easy and he made
love to her slow and easy. He didn't care how, or when, or where or how often. All he cared
about was his first item on his agenda … she was his and he was hers and no one and nothing
would get in their way. With any luck, the other items on the list would take care of themselves.

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Hour: Nine (0200 - Saturday)

Harm was pulled from a very erotic dream to Mac rubbing on him. He wasn't really sleeping, but
his eyes were closed and he was enjoying the feelings he had been dwelling on. Before he had a
chance to really realize the difference between his musing and reality she took him into her mouth
and sucked hard.

"Ow." It was painfully good but his hand still went to her face to pull her off.

"Is that one of your fantasies?" She asked as she rubbed her breasts over his hard dick.

"Waking up to your mouth on me? … it wasn't but it is now." He pulled her up to him so he could
kiss her.

She straddled him and pressed her pelvis into him. His groan said it all. "You like it when I am
on top, don't you?" She asked tweaking his nipples.

"I admire the skill you have with your hips." He acknowledged wincing at the pleasure and pain
he was receiving trying to work his way into her.

She leaned forward to facilitate that. They both groaned together as he slipped easily into her –
he was hard and big and really needed to pee, but she was oh so warm and wet. "Tell me … I
want to hear it." She gyrated over him slowly pulling up and out each time. "You like it when I am
on top … when I am in control … when I lead"

"Oh Yeah." He groaned.

"Say the words, Harm." She pushed her pelvis hard against his. "Say the words."

"Yes." He put his hands on her ass and pulled her to him as he thrust back into her.

"All the words." She pulled herself up and out. She was leaning over him with her breast
dangling inches from his face.

He tried to suck one into his mouth, but she pulled away. "Oh Sarah … if you want to torture me
or discipline me … pull out the whips, but for God sake …" He pulled her hips down to meet his,
thrust up into her and latched hard on her breast. His thumbs immediately started to work her clit.

She cried out. She did like it when he took over.

"Don't tease." He mumbled with a mouthful of tit.

He rolled her over so he could be on top, in control, in the lead. He started thrusting into her
slowly and deeply. "I like to be on top too." He breathed into her ear before sucking her earlobe
between his teeth.

Her nails were raking across his butt and back, her legs hooked over his thighs clenching him to
her.

"You like it too." He pushed his pelvis firmly against her with a deep thrust.

"Mmmmmmmmm." She groaned. "I admire the skill you have with your hips." She clenched him
tighter.

He reached down and pulled her legs open wider and her knees up higher. He thrust in deeper.
She cried out again. He had long since discovered that Mac liked it deep – to the hilt, but he still
asked each time. "Too much?"

"No … no … no … don't stop," was her plea.

This time would not last long. Harm felt himself coming and wanted to make sure that she got off
too. He tilted his pelvis and rubbed her clit. That was all she needed, a few more thrusts and a
well-placed rub and she screamed out his name as he came into her. He collapsed down onto
her trying to catch his breath. "I need to pee." He laughed as he kissed her, pulling her close.
For the first time he though he could sleep.

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Hour: Thirteen (0700 - Saturday)

Harm rarely if ever slept past 0500. That morning he dragged himself out of bed at 0652. What
brought him to wakefulness was his rock hard dick and yet another very disturbingly erotic dream.
He had been having it for days and on and off for months – it left him horny and anxious. He
rolled over to pull Mac to him (the object of his dream both the erotic and the disturbing), hoping
for some relief, but she was sound asleep. She never looked happier or more beautiful. The
anxiousness from his dream ebbed. There was a freshly fucked look about a woman when she
has been satisfied that could make even the most unattractive of women seem like a beauty
queen; and give men an ego to beat the band. Harm was proud that he was the one to give her
that look, so he took mercy on her. It wouldn't be the first time that he whacked off in the shower
with her in a bed not fifteen feet away, and it probably wouldn't be the last. There was at least 50
hours left with her – there was time for a lot more giving and receiving and to see if he could
make that look permanent.

Her shower was one of those girl's showers with more shampoo and cleansers than most beauty
supply stores. The best part – or so she had described to him on a number of occasions and he
was witness to just hours before - was the water pressure and the Waterpick showerhead.
Apparently there were a multitude of uses for that showerhead and most have little to do with
literally cleansing the body or relaxing muscles.

He turned the water up full, set the pick to pulsate and kept the water temp at just under
SCALDING, he directed it at his crotch. He took a pull from one of the shower gels that she had
that didn't look too floral and set to work on his problem. He normally didn't need a visual to help
him get off, in fact the shower jobs were normally just procedural and daily – like brushing his
teeth. Typically it would take only three or four pulls and he would find relief after all he wasn't
'making love' to himself, he just needed to come. That morning he couldn't jack off – after five
minutes of pulling, rubbing, squeezing, fisting, tipping and just pain yanking – he was not going to
come. The image from his dream was back in the forefront in his mind. It was the dream that he
had been having for months – the one that pushed him to securing his leave and getting on a
plane for San Diego.

He was in a bedroom didn't matter whose. He was standing in the doorway naked
with his hard dick in his hand, but he couldn't speak and couldn't help himself get
off, he couldn't look away. Mac was in bed with another man. It was clear by the
way that she spoke to the man that they knew Harm was watching. She allowed the
stranger to mash, maul and bite her perfect breasts, to paw, stroke and finger-fuck
her wet pussy, to put his mouth on her sweet spot and eat her like a jelly donut and
to ram into her with his pathetic excuse for an erection – yet Mac seemed to enjoy
him. She sucked on the stranger's dick and swallowed his cum, begged him to
pound into harder, faster and deeper filling her with his hot living seed. She
writhed under and gyrated over this outsider and moaned, groaned, cried out, as
she never had for Harm. She was insatiable … unquenchable … voracious like a
wild beast. The stranger's dick never stood down – he was a machine – a fucking
machine – a living dildo. Each climax increased her desire for another and another
and another.

It seemed to go on forever. Harm balls throbbed, his dick was painfully hard and
his heart ached. The fuck-buddies would laugh as if they had a secret. Harm felt
like they were laughing at him. He could not look away. He could not get away
from the fact that Mac knew he was there and enjoyed him watching. In fact he felt
like she was performing for him to hurt him, to drive home to him that Harm was
just a dick in her bed and when he wasn't around, there was another dick to be
had.

Something went off in Harm. He snapped. She was using him for sex. His deepest fear realized
made him lose reason and perspective. He had to act. He had to do something. He had to claim
her as his own to remind her that she belonged to him and him alone.

He went to the bedroom not taking time to dry off or cover himself up. She was not there. Panic
set in. He went in search of her, half expecting to find her with another man. He found her in the
kitchen making coffee. She had her back to him. He came up behind her and pulled her tight
against his wet body. She cried out in surprise. He thrust his dick between her butt cheeks, and
reached down between her legs to see if she was ready for him. She was far from wet, but she
was moist enough. He folded her down on to the counter, pushed her robe out of his way, kicked
her legs further apart and plunged into her roughly from behind. She repeated her cry of surprise
and coupled it with a groan of what he should have recognized as pain. He wasn't listening; he
was only acting – rather reacting. He dug his fingers into the flesh of her hips and thrust into her–
over and over and over again pounding into her pulling her ass into to him. Mac braced herself
against the attack on the counter. With each pounding thrust he was claiming her as his own,
tattooing his message on her ass:

PROPERTY OF CAPTAIN HARMON RABB, JR.
NO TRESPASSING
VIOLATORS WILL BE SHOT ON SIGHT

Their sex would often be desperate, wild and animalistic – it could at times be fierce leaving them
with bruises, hickeys and often sore for days. Never before had it felt like an attack. Mac wasn't
sure she liked it, but she had no conscious desire to stop him. She decided to counter the attack
and pushed back into him. She could tell he wasn't close and that was frustrating him. She
wasn't sure she would come either. There was too much of some other emotion driving him and
she was only catching up with his need.

He pulled her back against his chest. His hand grabbed her breast, his fingers twisting and
pinching her swollen nipple. His other hand was on her crotch firmly pressing her into him as he
continued to ram in and out of her. She grunted with each plunge biting back her need to cry out
in painful pleasure. The thrusting became more erratic. He was deep into her in a way that she
hadn't experienced before. He was reaching places inside of her that were shooting pleasure
through her from her nipples to her toes. She didn't 'come' as much as he forced the orgasm out
of her – thrust after thrust – he pushed it from places inside of her that had never come before.
Mac could not control her reactions. She finally let loose with a shrill shriek that reverberated in
his ears. Harm did not stop his thrusting. Mac's orgasms were ripping through her. She was
losing strength and his thrusting was begging to hurt. She pushed herself back off the counter to
meet his attack repeatedly until Harm exploded into her. He grunted his release loudly enough to
wake her deaf neighbor. She swore she tasted his cum in the back of her throat. They were both
dripping in sweat and panting. He turned her in his arms and covered her mouth possessively
with his own, forcing his tongue in as deeply as it would go hoping to get a taste of himself in her
mouth. She submitted to the "kiss" as she had submitted to the attack with no conscious desire
to stop it.

He had accomplished his mission. He had claimed her – she belonged to him.

The realization of his motivation and his victory finally dawned on her. He owned her and staked
his claim. It was then that her conscious mind made a decision - she didn't like it and she should
have stopped him even if the orgasm he pulled from her was unlike anything she had ever
experienced before. She didn't like the idea of being possessed by anyone – any man. Harm
had no right. He had no right to take her like that, no right to claim her like that. As much as she
wanted to deny his claim, she could not deny that her body belonged to him; no one would ever
know her body the way he did. For a control freak like Mac, that was a very bitter pill to swallow –
a pill that up until that moment she wasn't asked to acknowledge much less confirm.

"Coffee is ready." She stated into his neck trying to minimize what had just happened. "Should
have made decafe?" She tried to pull away from him.

He kissed her again tasting the salty sweat on her mouth. He took her hand and led her back
through the apartment to the bathroom. It was time to polish his prize.

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Hour: Fourteen (@ 0800 - Saturday)

He filled the tub and gently slipped her into the warm sudsy water. He knelt on the outside of the
tub and proceeded to wash her. He loofahed her back, arms and legs. He took his time with the
glove and generous amounts of shower gel for the rest. He drained the tub and carefully helped
her to standing so he could rinse her and for that he needed to be in the shower with her. He
shampooed her hair and combed the cream rinse through gently and washed it out completely.
He wrapped her in a warm fluffy towel and carried her back to bed. He returned in moments with
her favorite lotion. He warmed it between his palms, started at her feet and massaged the lotion
into her whole body.

She allowed his attentions but didn't enjoy them – at least not much. Mac was in her head
thinking about his actions and more so about her reactions and non-reactions. Why hadn't she
stopped him either in the kitchen or the bath? Was the attack really an attack or was he just
desperate? What was he really thinking? Was he really trying to possess her or was he just
afraid he was losing her – or was he just flat out horny? His caretaking didn't feel like love or an
apology. She convinced herself that it was no more than he would do for his medals and his
wings – other hard won prizes. But rarely had his attentions been so tender and generous – so
giving, but it still did not feel like love. The bath and shower had always been just another
position in the sex manual of Harm and Mac but lotion was new. He worked every tensed muscle
out of her. It was all too much. She defensively forced herself to sleep; she couldn't deal with
Harm, his needs or his attentions.

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Hour: Eighteen (@ 1200 - Saturday)

Mac was lulled to waking by his deep breathing. She found him sleeping crosswise at the foot of
the bed with the bottle of lotion still in his hand. She was reminded of his gentleness, his soothing
caress and the care he took attending her. She wanted to feel loved and valued – not just
possessed. The incident in the kitchen was not forgotten. In fact, she needed to claim him as he
had her. But hers would not be an assault – her would be more about controlling him.

She moved to watch him. He shifted his position and the towel he had wrapped around him fell
open giving her a clear view of his penis. It was like him: long, lanky and hard when it needed to
be. It brought her so much pleasure. She slid closer to him so she could touch it. He smiled in
his sleep and moaned as she took him into her mouth. She eased him on to his back and pulled
herself up to a better angle. His legs spread for her; he was waking slowly. He reached for her
and found her breast. She lifted herself up and on him so his face was between her thighs. Her
mouth never stopped her gentle sucking and she rolled his balls in her soft hands and pushed her
clit into his face. Harm spread her lower lips and tickled her nub with his tongue and then lapped
her from front to back. She responded in kind with her tongue on his dick. Their groans were
nearly inaudible. Mac loved this position and they didn't do often enough for her tastes. She
loved the feeling of her breasts with hardened nipples dangling down onto his stomach; his hair
tickling her crotch and his warm mouth sucking on her all while she had her own sucking to do.
More what she loved was that she was in control of his oral attentions more so than when she
was on her back. She would press into him, gyrate over him, pull away – using his face as her
playground - managing her own pleasure. She was very agile with her hips. From that angle it
was easier for him to stick his tongue deep into her or suck her clit completely into his mouth. It
was soft and wet – he rarely if ever used his fingers in that position. She would never get
enough. One thing that concerned her was that she might smother him. His nose buried, his
tongue deep with in her – the only air he could get was what little she would allow him. She
imagined drowning him in her juices. Yet he never complained.

Interestingly enough, they rarely if ever came that way. Another reason she liked that position. It
wasn't about the come as much as it was about the stimulation. However that afternoon was an
exception. Mac had an agenda. Harm could have chewed on her for hours, licking her dry and
allowed her to suck on him for just as long, but Mac needed relief – slow relief and she needed to
remind him who was in control. She pulled her mouth away from him against his protestations,
she pushed herself up from his body so she was kneeling and pushed her wet pussy down into
his face – she quite literally sat on his face. His mouth opened wide and sucked her completely
in. She shifted and shimmed and let him fuck her with his tongue and let his fingers do their
magic on her inner thighs as she worked her own nipples. She came but it was not enough. She
needed more than what his tongue and lips could do.

She turned to face him. She couldn't help but smile at his gooey grin. He was covered with her
juices. She straddled him, wiped his mouth and chin and covered his mouth with hers and forced
her tongue down an in. He tasted like her and she liked it. She pushed her warm wet pussy onto
his still hard dick and moaned. He rolled her on to her back and gave her exactly what she
needed. Their eyes locked and she forced him to be tender and gentle; to be slow and deliberate
– to forget his own pleasure and concentrate on hers. He kissed her, climbed on top of her and
waited permission to enter her. It was the measured pumping of his hips that she wanted to feel.
She wrapped her legs around him. He leisurely moved in and out of her with long slow pulls and
complete deliberate thrusts. As much as he was driving, she was in complete control. Her hands
were on his ass directing the depth and pace. He was not allowed to think of his pleasure as
much as he was compelled to concentrate on hers. Pushing in slowly centimeter by centimeter,
pulling out gradually inch by inch, thrusting in deeper reaching for her illusive g-spot, and
withdrawing completely only to plunge in again. Mac's sighs, moans and nasal groans told him
just when he had done it to her satisfaction – and she was in no mood to be easily satisfied. She
made him work her slowly and intentionally. When she finally came it was not wild or frenzied. It
was like a long, much needed exhale of her slow burning desire. She ended with a kiss. He had
not come and it didn't occur to him that he should have. He lay lightly on top of her with his hard
dick still inside of her waiting for his next direction. When she was ready – and not a moment
before – she directed him to start pumping again. This time would be faster. She sucked on his
neck and dug her nails into his ass. "Faster" she told him. "Deeper." She instructed. Harm did
as he was told. Her legs spread wider and she received his pounding. "Faster." She
commanded; his compliance was immediate. Her breath caught in her throat as her orgasm took
her. She cried out her final instruction. "COME!" She ordered and he did. His climax was in her
control. She owned him too.

He rolled off of her and pulled her tightly to him. If he knew he was controlled, he didn't let it
show. He more than likely did know and wore it like a badge of honor:

HARMON RABB BELONGS TO SARAH MACKENZIE

They lay in each other's arms thinking. His stomach growled. "Guess I am still hungry." He
laughed thinking that her taste was still in his mouth and that if she had allowed it he would never
eat anything but her pussy again.

"Insatiable." She kissed him. "Come on … I could use some food too." She pulled away from
him and tugged at his hand to help him up.

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Hour: Nineteen (@ 1300 - Saturday)

The next scene was rare for them. Typically their assignations were in hotel room and food was
the last thing on their minds. Usually 19 hours into it they would be thinking about leaving. But
they had over 40 hours left. It couldn't all be used for sex – at least not at the pace they were
used to. There would be time for talking. She had to wonder if they would say anything
important.

They made lunch and chatted about work and friends and things that didn't really matter. Harm
kept the focus of the conversation on her, her work and how she felt in command. They had of
course talked about it in the years since she took command, but his questions felt more like he
was information gathering, like he was looking for some kind of answer. She was as honest as
she could be – there was no reason to lie.

They of course avoided all conversation about the encounter in the kitchen and her subsequent
claiming. Two more elephants in the room to step around. Mac had to believe that there would
be no talking about the important stuff – STATUS QUO.

They took a walk along the water after lunch. Mac's apartment was right on the beach. There
were lots of people around on a Saturday in the summer, but as they walked along hand-in-hand
like people in love not just lovers and felt like they were the only two on the planet.

They arrived back at the apartment a little before 1600 and both were exhausted. Mac said she
had a little work she had to do, and suggested that he was probably still jet lagged and to take a
nap. He was tired yes – but it wasn't from jet lag.

He felt her slip into bed next to him about an hour later and finally allowed him self to really sleep.


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Hour: Twenty-six (@ 2000 - Saturday)

That dream woke Harm up again.

He was completely exposed … dick in his hand … Mac was in bed with another
man … Harm watched … Mac sucked … swallowed … spread her legs wide. The
stranger mashed her breasts …put his mouth on her … fingered her… fucked her.
She sighed, whined and begged for more … She was insatiable … unquenchable
… voracious … Harm could not look away … balls throbbed …his dick ached.
They climaxed … over and over … Harm was powerless … immobile …helpless.
They came … they laughed … laughed at him.

He was anxious and angry but more than that he was aroused. Watching Mac fuck was a new
kind of aphrodisiac one that made him horny and desperate at the same time.

The bed was empty but not cold. She couldn't have been gone for long. He listened for her in
the apartment, but there was nothing but quiet. He let the images from his dream drift away from
him. His anxiousness was not about another man – not really. He asked himself all the
questions he should have been asking himself since their relationship began. Was he enough for
her? Was their relationship enough for her? Were they doomed from the very beginning and
were they just working out the shit that they should have worked out the first year working
together? Could he risk losing what they had by asking all these questions to her? Before he
asked her, he needed his own answers.

Yes, she was enough for him – more than enough – and it had nothing to do with the quality of
quantity of the sex. No, the relationship they had was not enough but it was so much more than
they had and far and away better than the nothing they could have had he didn't begrudge it. He
didn't believe they were doomed – at least he didn't want to believe it. And finally; NO. He could
not lose her. He could not stand the idea of losing her. He could never lose her – not completely
and not to another man. If she were going to leave – she would have no other.

His anxiousness was back. Where was she? He needed to feel her next to him; he needed to be
on her, in her, over her, under her and completely consumed by her again. He went to look for
her.

Mac was on the balcony with his shirt on looking down over the water. Her long legs stretched in
such a way as to give him a great view of her sweet ass. He came up behind her and slid his
hands around her waist pulling her close to him gently but completely. He gave her a very loving
kiss. She groaned her appreciation and offered her neck to him. He sucked on her the way he
knew she liked.

"Ah." She breathed. He could be so tender that any vicious ways he had were purely over
zealousness taken a step to far. She felt her self wet again – it could have been still.

"I dreamt about you." He whispered into her ear surprising himself that he would bring his dream
up. It was typically the line they used on those 'day calls' but more often than not it was the line
that started a description of a fantasy that only could have come from a dream.

"Mmmmmmmm."

He pulled her back into the room and sat her down between his legs in front of him on the couch.
There was no doubt that she knew he was aroused, even if she didn't feel it pressing into her
backside. The way he was holding her, his voice and his breathing all let her know that he
wanted her again but was willing to take the time to play.

He slid his hands down the outside over her legs, massaging them ever so gently. He continued
to whisper in her ear. "I dreamed that you were in a long white dress with tiny buttons down the
front." His tongue tickled her ear. "Slowly … very, very slowly you were unbuttoning them. One
by one."

Mac played right into it. She reached up and every so slowly she undid the first button on the
shirt, then the next one and the one after.

"Until they were all undone and there was one long line your of nakedness from your neck all the
way down." He kissed her neck and moaned. "God you are beautiful."

"Did you take the dress off?" She asked.

"I wasn't there." He said shocking her.

She stiffened.

"No … it was not me that you were undressing for."

She remained still.

"It was someone else." His teeth bit gently into her neck. "Some other man … some other lover."

Never one to back down, she took that challenge. "What happened next?"

"He was kissing you and fondling your breast … your right one … my favorite."

She slid her hand under the shirt to caress her right breast. "You have a favorite?"

"I do." He massaged the inside of her thighs pulling her legs apart. "I think you are right
breasted. That one reacts more to my touch, my tongue, my mouth."

She groaned thinking of his mouth on her: sucking, tasting, licking, biting.

"The nipple gets harder." He lowered his voice. "But not for him."

"No?" She again was struck by this odd turn of events. Never before had their sex talk included
other people. She wasn't sure she liked it.

"No." He watched as she massaged her breast. "He squeezed at it like he was buying a melon
… mashed it like he was molding clay."

"Aw." She continued to work her right nipple.

"What I love the most about your breasts is the soft, firm, sensuous weight of them in my hands."

Mac brought both her hands to her breasts – right on right and left on left - the shirt completely
splayed open and her back arched. Her palms were under her breasts and she let the full weight
of them rest in each of her hands. She tried to experience what he was feeling holding her,
rather than what she was feeling. She had to admit; they did feel weighty in her hands.

"I love to let my thumbs work the nipples as I support them." He moaned into her neck. "Do you
know what that does to me?" He worked long fingers up her inner thighs getting dangerously
close to her goal. "I could make love to your breasts for hours." He admitted. "Touching them,
looking at them, tasting them, feeling them fill my hands … but I need more." He admitted.

"More of my tits?"

"Hey." He squeezed her thighs tightly with his legs. "Show them respect … that is what HE would
say … HE the man that pulled at them like he was milking a cow … HE would refer to them as
'tits', 'boobs', 'maracas' or any of the other names that men have given them." He pulled her
hands away. "I won't allow it. They are lovely, luscious … they are the most beautiful example of
womanhood that I have ever known."

She laughed and leaned back into his chest. "Womanhood?"

"If you could see what I see …" He commented. "If you could feel what I feel." He massaged her
breast and tweaked her nipples. "If you could taste what I taste." He brought his finger to her
mouth and she sucked the tip hard as he would her nipple. "If you knew how much pleasure I get
and how much I have to give … you would never let another man touch you." He stated
pointedly.

"Harm!" She scolded. The statement was too possessive, too demanding, too unyielding. She
pulled her hands away. She hoped the game was over. She would not apologize for Jack or
anyone else even if Harm were right about how unsatisfying it was.

He slid his hands back down to her outer thighs. "But it was not over – my dream." He continued
undaunted.

Mac's hands were crossed over her abdomen – she was actually a little annoyed. Harm slowly
slid his hand down to between her thighs and started massaging gently. Without warning his
finger slipped between the folds. She was wet … she was more than wet she was downright
drenched. She hated when her body betrayed her.

He started rubbing on her they way he knew she liked. Her moan, her groan, gentle writhing
gave him the license to proceed. "He can't do you like this."

She whimpered grinding her pelvis into the heel of his palm.

"Tell me Sarah." He moaned into her ear. "I need to know."

She was silent but clearly enjoying the attention she was getting.

"Tell me." He toyed with penetrating her.

"No." She reluctantly gave up.

"Tell me." He stated. "Tell me what I need to hear."

"No … he didn't touch me they way you do." She thrust into his hand, but the penetration eluded
her.

"What else?" His other hand started working her breasts, and his mouth was sucking on her
neck.

"He couldn't reach the places you reach … he didn't know what I needed." She cried. "He was a
mistake."

Harm took that as a minor victory and rewarded her by pushing his fingers deep inside.

"AAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhh." She sighed.

"When he was on top of you, baby." He pulled in and out of her. "Did you think of me?" He dug
deep into her touching that secret place in her that no other man had found.

She groaned.

"Tell me." Touched the place again and felt her shiver her delight.

"No …" She stated. "He wasn't you."

"Did you want him to be?" He squeezed her nipple and rubbed her clit, working her inside with
his fingers.

"Yes … yes … yes …" She cried. "I wished he was you … that he would do what you do … move
how you move, feel how you feel."

"Only me?" He asked.

"Only you." She confirmed.

He rewarded her with an orgasm. He knew exactly the right button to push and he pushed it.

"Harrrrrrrmmmmnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn." She groaned her first relief, but there was a lot
more to be had.

"Where there others?" He continued to work her prolonging her post-orgasmic pleasure.

"No … not for a long time … not since the beginning."

He reward here again. "Was he the only time you think of me?" He breathed into her ear.

"Harm." She sighed hoping he would stop.

"When you touch yourself baby, do you think of what I do?" He pulled his fingers out and moved
his hand to her thigh.

She cried her disappointment and moved her own hand down to her crotch.

"When you touch yourself … Do you slip inside?"

Almost as soon as he asked, she slipped two fingers into herself. She couldn't bare the empty
feeling his departure left. Her back arched and her butt ground into him.

"How deep do you go?" He watched as she tilted her pelvis and forced her fingers in as far as
they could go. "Not enough, is it?" He pressed her hand down and in. "You need more." He
asked. "You need it deeper?"

"Yes … Yes … I need you …" She writhed against him hoping he would bring her to the climax
again.

"I need you to be honest with me." His voice slick with the honey she knew she could never get
out of. "Tell me … come on baby … what about your dildo?"

She groaned at the idea of her dildo. It was a nice substitute – better than her fingers, but not as
rewarding as having the real thing.

He did slip his finger into her next to her own. It was a fullness that Mac was not prepared for.

"Tell me baby … when you use your dildo … do you think of me." He sucked on her ear.

"Yes … yes … yes." She moaned. "Yes … I want you …but it's all I have."

He pressed. "Is it big … does it fill you … does it do what I can't?"

"No." She protested in agony needing to come but he prevented her from working herself.

"When do you use it?" He asked again pressing down with his long fingers and hers into her
deepest regions.

She arched back into him. "When I need you …" She squealed. "But it's not enough."

He pushed her up on his lap so he could get deeper into her. "Does it work, baby?" He asked.
"Are you satisfied?"

"NO." She almost shrieked.

"Show me baby …" He pulled their fingers out and put hers on his hardened dick. "Show me
what you need … show me what you are missing."

She was still facing away … she pushed him into her as deeply as he would go. His hand came
up off her thighs to feel her breasts, to push her back down on to him.

"NO." She took his hands away. She spread her legs and felt him slip down on to the couch.
She again pushed down on top of him – again, again and again. He was in; he was deep. She
forced him deeper than she ever would her dildo. "Oh god FUCK ME" she exclaimed.

"Baby." He massaged his hands up her back. "You're in charge … this is all you."

His statement set her off. She was touching herself, squeezing her nips, fighting for deeper,
harder faster from him … she was completely out of control.

"Use me baby." He told her. "Use me like the dick you couldn't find … like the dildo that wouldn't
satisfy … use me baby … come on me … baby … fuck me." He told her. "Show me how you
need it."

She turned around to face him. She forced her breasts into his mouth. "Suck me." She ordered.
"Suck me hard." Again and again she thrust down onto his dick, impaling herself. "Suck me."

He did as he was told. Writhing, humping and fucking. He watched her touch herself and press
her pubic bone close to his. He latched on to her nipple and thrust as deeply as he could. He
bucked; she arrived again and again and again with each thrust.

"OH FUCK … OH FUCK … HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARM." She screamed.

He felt her orgasm shiver though her body several times before he let himself go. She was
continuing to shiver and tremble. It was the first time in his life that Harm wished he were a
woman. What kind of experience did women have during multiple orgasms?

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"Sarah?" He asked. "Sarah?" He said again as he pulled out of her: wet & limp.

She tried to kiss him.

"I need to know …"

She rubbed against his limp dick hoping to arouse it again. "Anything."

"What is his name?" He whispered.

"No!" She stated. "Stop it."

"Was he the only one?" He pressed.

She had had enough of his jealousy. "You tell me … how many women have you had?"

"None."

"Don't lie to me." She shouted looking down into his face. "I don't ask you details … I don't ask
you names … I don't even want to know how many … but you damn sure better not lie to me."

Her anger was immediate and fierce – a total turn on for Harm and if Mac were asked - her.

She could feel him getting harder. "It's never enough for you, is it? … All your women … all those
adoring females that want to win you … take you to bed … claim you as their own … but it's
never enough for you." She leaned up and slipped his newly hardened penis into her. "You are
never satisfied." She whispered into his ear. "You need to possess us all. To own us all." She
started grinding on him, pressing down hard on his crotch and pushing herself back from his
chest.

"No." He croaked. He started kneading her breasts. They were erect and taught immediately
under his touch. She arched back and put them right in his face. He sucked one and the other.
Her moans grew louder the harder he sucked her nipples between his teeth; both hands were
now on her hips holding her down against his grinding. "Oh baby … you're going to kill me."

"Don't call me 'baby'." She ordered. "Tell me Harm … tell me that I own you just like you own
me."

"It's true." He said easily.

"Say it again."

"No one … there is no one … ow … oh … GOD …FUCK … there is no one who … fuck … oh
fuck." He was close. The grinding wasn't enough; he started thrusting erratically.

She felt it. "Come for me Harm … come in me deep …deeper … DEEPER." She pinched his
nipples and opened her legs wider to allow him in deeper.

"Oh God." He cried out. "Oh Fuck …" He pumped up harder and harder.

"Come for me." She ordered him. "Come the way you only come for me."

He did, on command. He thrust into her one more time, pulling her down on him. He came –
deep, hot and hard. She waited for him to lie back and catch his breath, but didn't let him pull out.
She started rubbing herself on him again.

"Baby, I am done for." He whined.

"What did I say about calling me 'baby'?" She pushed down on him.

She didn't need him hard again; she just needed to feel him under her as she humped her pelvis
onto his. He watched as she worked her nipples and rubbed her self on him. She was close,
very close and her breathing was erratic. She tossed her head back. She winced; she was
painfully close but just not there enough. He bucked into her and pulled her pelvis hard against
his. Somehow, without missing a stroke he was able to replace his limp dick with his long fingers
inside of her. She cried out when he reached the spot that had been eluding her. He pressed the
heel of his hand hard against her clit. She was writhing wildly.

"I am so close." She cried. She needed the come. "Oh … fuck … I'm close." He leaned forward
and sucked her nipple into his mouth. Still not enough. He curled the fingers inside of her and
felt her shiver when he touched the right spot. "AH." She cried out as he repeated the action and
it grew louder when he slipped his pinky into her anus. That did her in. Over and over and over –
she nearly blacked out. It was the most intense set of orgasms she had ever had: wave after
wave after wave. It felt like it could go on forever. She needed to stop. "Oh God … stop." She
told him. He wouldn't let go. "Harm." She cried. "Stop." One more deep thrust and he stopped
the movement of his hand and let her catch her breath. She slowly pulled his hand away and
leaned back away from him on the couch. Her heart was still racing. She covered her face with
her hand and felt the tears dripping out of her eyes.

He couldn't believe the sight before him. She was still in his shirt but nothing was hidden from his
view. Her legs were spread and tangle up with his. Her hand pressed down on her clit feeling
the throbbing of her orgasm, her breasts were nearly flat against her chest but the nipples were
still erect. He wanted to feel her wrapped around him again. He had to hold himself back, but he
wanted to slip into her and keep it going. It was a desire that he nearly couldn't control. He felt
himself getting harder. He knew that she was done at least for the moment. He started stroking
himself slowly at first but with increasing intensity. He looked at her lying there and it made him
harder. Harm was never one to need a visual stimuli to beat off to, he had enough images of
Sarah in his head, but the reality of her lying there completely exposed, vulnerable and done in
was one that would live in his head each time he jacked himself off in the future. He pumped
harder and harder studying every inch of her; memorizing her. It would not take long. She
moved her hand over to his leg and slid it up toward his testicles. She knew what he was doing,
but was still unable to move enough to help him. Rolling his balls in her hand was the most she
could do. It was enough. A prolonged grunt and several final pulls and he had his. She
continued to worry his balls as he came and even after he lay back she rolled them in her hands.
He had to stop her after a moment.

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