"Harm!" she said plaintively after a moment of this sweet torture.  "Gimme a pearl necklace."

"Sure, Mac, whatever you want," he mumbled, pausing his ministrations briefly, "but I really always thought of you more as a diamond person.  Tough, but beautiful," he explained, returning to his task.

"No, no, I wanna pearl necklace NOW!" she insisted.

"Right now?" Harm asked in consternation.  "Couldn't it wait for, say, twenty minutes or so?  Besides, what time is it?"

"2000 hours," Mac supplied.

"I think all the jewelry stores are closed," he finished.

"Harm, you don't understand," she said in exasperation.  "I want you to . . ." she turned her head and whispered urgently in his ear.

"Oh. Oh!" he said, pulling back and looking at her in shock. "Really?  You're sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure!  Geez, Flyboy, where's your sense of adventure?" she griped.  "It's not like I'm asking you to put on a Batman costume and hang from the ceiling or something."

"Hey, I'm not complaining, I just don't think I've ever done this before."

"Really?  All your many women and you've never gotten a titty fuck?"

"Nope," he said.  "I guess none of them had the equipment to do the job right," he explained, eyeing her generous breasts with appreciation.  "And there haven't been THAT many women," he added as an afterthought.  "So, how do we do this?" he asked, starting to get excited at the idea.  Harm the III apparently thought it was a good plan, too -- he was standing at attention and looking eager for action.

"Hang on a sec," Mac said, reaching into the drawer of her bedside table and pulling out a large bottle (half full) of lotion.  The bottle had made several guest appearances since Harm and Mac had embarked on their torrid love affair.  Harm had laughed for five minutes straight the first time she had brought out "Naughty Nora's Love Lotion #9," demanding to know how she'd come by such a product.  As much of a sexual dynamo as he had learned Mac was, he still couldn't see her waltzing into some adult store and plunking the lotion down on the counter.  Mac had explained that it was a door prize at a bridal shower she'd gone to awhile back.

"Ok, well obviously you're going to have to straddle me," Mac continued her little lesson in love.  Then her breath left her in a whoosh as Harm plopped his full weight down on her stomach. There wasn't an ounce of fat on his body, but for god sakes, he was 6' 4".  She managed to squeak out, "Get. off. me."  She gasped in relief as he sat up on his knees.

"Oops, sorry," Harm said sheepishly.

"First rule: sit on your heels, not on me, got it?  Remember, I'm a delicate flower," she added primly.  Harm laughed uproariously at this bit of wisdom until "Oof!" she backhanded him across the chest.

He settled back down -- on his heels this time -- and watched as she squeezed out a ribbon of lotion all across each breast and the valley in between.  Then she moved the bottle down to where his engorged member rested against her stomach and gave it the same treatment.

"Aaaggghhh, geez, Mac, that's cold!" he gasped.  "Can't you buy a warmer for that stuff?"

"Quit squirming, you big baby," she admonished.

"Okay, so now what?" he asked, playing dumb because he was enjoying having her tell him just what she wanted him to do.

"Now you smear the lotion around on my breasts to make sure they're all covered," she said.

"Smear, got it," he said, resting his large hands against her breasts and slathering the lotion against her skin.  He grinned as she moaned and arched off the bed in pleasure.  He had heard somewhere long ago that smaller breasts were more sensitive than big ones, but someone had apparently forgotten to share that information with Mac's.  She absolutely loved having him touch her there, and he loved to indulge her.  He began kneading them, gently at first and then more firmly as her moans increased.  His cock twitched at the sound of her pleasure as he rubbed his thumbs across her nipples, bringing them to an instant peak.

"O..Okay, you can . . . ohhhhh . . . you can stop now, don't . . . don't . . . stop . . . don't wanna rub the lotion all in . . . n-needs to be . . . sl-slick . . . mmmmmm . . ."

"So you want to me to stop?" he asked.

"Uh, yeah," she said, not very convincingly.

"Okay, so I should stop.  Right now," he clarified.

"Yeah, st . . . Oh, god, Harm, that feels so . . . so good . . . ." She flung her arms over her head and grasped the rails of the bed stand, tossing her head to the side, closing her eyes and biting her lower lip in ecstasy.  Her lower body had gotten into the act, too, her hips writhing against his butt, seeking contact.

Harm groaned as her arousal fed his.  He could feel his groin tightening even further, and he thought in amazement that he could almost get off just from watching her pleasure.  His hips rocked unconsciously, and the friction against the skin of her abdomen fueled the flames.  'Well . . .' he thought vaguely, his hands never leaving her breasts, 'maybe we can do the titty fuck thing another time . . .'

Just then, however, Mac rallied.  It took all her Marine discipline, but she stilled her thrashing and pushed his hands away.  "Okay, uh, okay wait . . ."  She fumbled around until her hand knocked against the bottle of lotion.  "'Kay, let's try this again . . . " she said as she squeezed a new batch of lotion onto her chest.  "This time I better do the smearing," she told him. "You smear your own lotion," pointing to his penis.

He obediently reached down and stroked his hand across his member, groaning as the contact pushed his already tenuous control to the breaking point.  It didn't help to notice that Mac seemed to be enjoying her prep work, too.  She apparently couldn't resist giving each of her nipples a little pinch as she smoothed around the lotion.

"Mac . . ." he said warningly.  "We better get on with it . . ."

"Okay," she agreed.  She looked down and decided that he had not smeared himself to her satisfaction.  So she reached down to correct the oversight.

Harm sucked in his breath as she grasped his sensitive member.  It wouldn't take much to send him over the edge at this point.  "Gently, Marine," he advised her. 

Reading the warning in his voice, she released him and placed her lotion-slick hands on his ass, pulling him forward until his hard-on slid into the valley of her breasts.  They both moaned approvingly at the feeling, and Mac kneaded his cheeks in appreciation.  Then she returned her hands to her breasts and pushed them together, surrounding his grateful penis in a soft, warm cocoon.

She met his eyes.  "C'mon, Harm, give me what I want," she demanded, and he hastened to obey.

He began his hips rocking slowly, pushing his rod all the way up until his balls rested against the bottom of her breasts, then pulling back just as slowly until only his tip was covered.  The friction warmed the lotion and made it slicker, easing his passage through the tunnel she had made for him.  Mac twisted one hand around until two of her fingers rubbed against him as he made the trip up and down.  Then as he completed his next journey up, she craned her neck down and stroked the head of his penis with her tongue.  Harm gasped and immediately picked up the pace.

Mac watched him as he shut his eyes and scrunched his face up in a look of fierce concentration.  She loved watching him during sex, seeing him bring the same wholehearted devotion to it that he did to everything else.  Knowing that she could make Mr. In Control lose it was almost as arousing as any of the many wonderful things he did to her body.  Almost.  Then she forgot to think as he reached back and found her clit with fingers still covered in lotion.  God bless the man, he was coordinated.  She cried out her encouragement to his efforts.

Soon Harm was pumping furiously away and Mac was back to writhing as his fingers worked their magic.  Harm had just about decided that he couldn't hold out any longer and he would have to give her a raincheck when Mac gasped and bucked up beneath him.

"Ahh, Ah, oh, Harrmmm . . . unhhh," she gasped as the tremors shook her from head to toe.

Taking that as the "all clear" signal, Harm released the last vestiges of his control and pushed between her breasts one last time.  She pushed them even more tightly against him and held him as he pulsed out his pleasure against her neck, groaning and shaking.  Finally, he leaned down and rested his head against hers on the pillow, panting into her ear and trying to catch his breath.

"Now what?" he whispered when he could talk again.

"Now you give me a big, sloppy, kiss," she informed him happily.

He sat back up a bit and looked down at her.  "Hmm, yes, 'sloppy' seems to be the order of the day," he observed, seeing the souvenir he had left on her skin.  He leaned down and gave her a long, noisy kiss with lots of slobber, making her giggle.  Then he broke the contact.  "Guess the least I can do is go get a washcloth and clean up after myself," he said.

"Don't bother, I've gotta go pee anyway," she told him matter-of-factly, pushing him gently aside and getting up. Halfway to the bathroom, she turned back.  "But now that I think about it, I need a shower.  Maybe you COULD help me wash off," she said seductively, then turned back and continued to the bathroom.

Harm flopped back on the bed in disbelief.  Was she kidding?  All his immediate plans centered around a nice long nap.  He sighed and shut his eyes.  Projected on the back of his eyelids, he saw a vision of Mac, her luscious body beaded with water, her head thrown back to meet the shower's flow, thrusting her perfect breasts out invitingly.  His eyes popped open.

Scrambling off the bed, he called, "Hey, Mac, wait for me!"
 

The End