Beggin' For Lovin'
Closing the checkbook, he stacked the outgoing mail on the corner of his desk so he'd remember to take it with him in the morning. Stretching his arms over his head, he sat back in his chair, relaxed and pleasantly tired. Spencer was sitting in the king-sized leather chair across from him and when she saw him put the checkbook away, she looked up from her hand sewing and smiled at him.
"A cup of tea, JC?" She stood as she asked.
"Uh-huh," he agreed. "How about a hug first?" Pushing his chair back, he opened his arms.
Crossing to his chair, she stood between his legs and leaned over to hug his head to her breasts. "I love you, squidlet."
He pulled her down to his lap and kissed her smiling lips. "Not as much as I love you, imp," he growled low.
"Impossible," she retorted making him laugh. She reached up to stroke his cheek. "I've been thinking, JC..."
"About what, bambina?"
"I'm thinking... about getting an exaggerated bikini wax; I think it's called a Brazilian wax. What do you think?"
"A bikini wax? Exaggerated? You mean removing pubic hair... all of it except that little bit of... hmmm. Won't that hurt?"
"Mmmm, a little... but it would leave a very smooth surface," she grinned. "That is... until it grows in again. Or..." she paused. "I could just shave it myself."
"Oh no, you don't. If any shaving's gonna' be done - I'm doin' it, sweetheart."
"JC!" she said with mock exasperation. "You'd take *all* night!"
That made him chuckle. "At least you know I'd be thorough," he teased. "Let's take a look and see what we're talkin' about here." He reached for the zipper on her jeans.
"You know darn well what we're talking about," Spencer laughed as she wiggled out of his lap.
"Come back here, imp," he commanded.
She laughed as she skipped out of the room. "Catch me if you can, Admiral Squiddles. If I make it to the bed first, I'm safe. If I don't, maybe you can think of something SeALy to do."
"SeALy! I'll show you SeALy, you naughty imp," he bellowed as he took off after her.
It was an old game they played but a favorite one. Either JC or Spencer purposely said or did something to provoke the other into giving chase. Being caught in the chase usually meant his or her clothes were coming off - or both. It was always filled with a lot of laughter, a lot of touching and kissing and a lot of loving spanking. The game was never planned; it just happened - which was why it was fun.
They both cheated.
JC hid behind doors and pounced on her even if she was chasing him. If she tagged him with her hand, he'd lift her high in the air and drop down on the bed on his back and yell "Safe!" Once, when he was chasing her, she stopped in her tracks, turned to face him and did a slow, teasing strip. Then she winked at him over her shoulder, and while he stood there in a semi-daze, she made a beeline for the bed... which is where he wanted her.
Now she had a head start and was inches from the bed when he caught her around the waist and lifted her off the floor. "Gotcha', dolcezza. You're mine," he said with great satisfaction. "Now let's see if I can think of something SeALy to do." Keeping one hand around her waist, he nuzzled the back of her neck while his other hand reached in front of her to unzip her jeans... when the phone rang.
"What?" he snapped impatiently.
JC was trying to concentrate on what his subordinate was telling him - not the easiest thing to do when Spencer was squirming - trying to get loose. He knew the naughty scamp would try to get away and make him chase her all over again. He had one hand holding the phone receiver while his other arm was around her waist.
Not able to break his hold on her, Spencer made her body relax. JC, who should have known better, loosened his arm around her slightly... just slightly. It was enough for Spencer to turn around in his embrace and face him. And when she did, the naughty girl slipped her hand between his thighs and grabbed his yummy stick.
He jerked back, bumped into the nightstand and dropped the phone. She was out the door, down the stairs and into the living room almost before he could blink. Grabbing the phone, he yelled into the receiver. "Is this an emergency?" There was silence on the other end. "Thought not," he ended the call.
JC dropped the phone and took off after Spencer once again. Where the hell did she go? Slowly, he slid along the wall of the living room focusing on the double doors of the closet. It was one of her favorite hiding places. Opening the door as quietly as he could, he crouched down to grab her... only she wasn't there. She had been hiding behind the loveseat near the front windows and when she saw him go into the closet, she leaped up, ran the short distance to the closet, slammed the door shut on him and raced for the bedroom.
She heard his indignant roar about the same time she gleefully jumped on the bed. He appeared in the doorway just as she yelled "Safe! Hoo-Yah!" Leaning on the doorjamb with his arms crossed over his chest, he pursed his lips while he stared at her.
"You cheated." His voice was low and menacing.
"So? You cheat all the time," she laughed. His fierce manner didn't intimidate her.
"I do not cheat," he stated firmly. "A SeAL takes advantage of every opportunity." Suddenly, he leaped toward her. "And I see opportunity staring me in the face right now," he growled as he grabbed her around the waist and lifted her high into his arms.
Her legs went around his neck and she held onto the back of his head trying to maintain her balance. But she lost it when JC dipped his head under her T-shirt and began sucking and kissing her belly. "JC, you're cheating again." She was hanging upside down.
He chuckled and lowered her to the bed while he continued kissing her but when his tongue found her navel, he made low growling sounds as if he were going to devour her.
Spencer caught his head between her hands and growled back. "It's a good thing I love you, squidlet or I'd *never* let you get away with this. I was *safe* - fair and square."
"No, you weren't," he murmured as he yanked her T-shirt off and kissed his way to her breasts.
"Yes, I was," she insisted.
He lifted his head and gave her one of his piercing glares. "You were *not* safe fair and square. You were safe because you cheated." He waited for her to deny it.
Spencer stretched her arms over her head, sighed deeply and gave him a wicked grin. "Whatever you say, Admiral Squiddles. And I *am* thinking about cheating again... any second now."
JC laughed. "You are the naughtiest imp I've ever known. But now it's time to pay the piper, bambina.
Spencer raised her eyebrows and dared him. "You gonna' do something SeALy?"
"SeALy?" he growled. "I'll show you something SeALy." He quickly flipped her onto her belly and delivered a dozen firm tingling spanks to her jeans clad bottom and then turned back her over once more. Keeping her arms above her head, he lowered his mouth to her ticklish armpits. Moving up and down them inch by inch, first one and then the other, he kissed and licked and sucked the ticklish flesh into his mouth and nipped it lightly.
By the time he had thoroughly covered both of them, Spencer was exhausted from laughing and squirming and gasping for breath. She pleaded with him to stop. "JC, I can't take any more. Let me catch my breath. Please."
He smiled at her. Her armpits were pink from his kisses, her face was rosy, and he knew her bottom was just warm enough to make her want more. He watched the tip of her tongue lick her lips and then focused his gaze on her round, full breasts displayed for his pleasure. She was too delicious. He released her arms and gathered her into his embrace. Covering her mouth with his, he kissed her slowly and thoroughly, his tongue exploring her mouth as if it were the first time he had done so. When his tongue touched the hot sweet flesh under hers, Spencer stopped breathing. It was the most sensuous feeling and she wanted to hug it close.
Her hands went to his face, cupping his cheeks... slipping to the back of his neck and his shoulders... drawing him to her. He breathed into her mouth making her take his breath before he finally let her up for air. And when he did, his lips continued to nuzzle her neck and throat. His hands went to her breasts... fondling her... enjoying the silky fullness... running his knuckles over her nipples... then the edge of his fingernails... finally rubbing his palms across them, his hands enjoying the sweetness of her body.
Spencer was a little light-headed. JC's caresses were sensuous and loving and it was hard to remember to breathe when he was doing what he was doing. "JC, take your T-shirt off."
He lifted his head to look at her. "Why?" he asked, a chuckle in his voice.
"Do you like my bare chest, squidlet?" Her voice was low and her breathing was ragged.
"I love your chest bare, bella," he assured her as his hands continued to fondle her breasts.
"I love... your chest bare, too," she breathed. "I like to touch you, too."
He pulled his T-shirt over his head and caught her face in his hands. Breathing slow even breaths into her mouth, he held her in his embrace until her breathing slowed. "You okay, bambina?"
"Mmmm," she murmured.
"You sure?" He looked at her, watching her breathe.
She nodded and ran her palms over his body. Then she slipped down in his arms so she could snuggle next to the furry ridge than ran down the middle of his chest. JC grinned as he ran his hands through her hair, scooping her back up to his face. "Uh-uh. No way. Not gonna' happen. I caught you before you were safe. Got to pay the piper, sweetheart."
"Not fair," she complained. "You don't play fair, JC"
"Damn right, I don't," he agreed delivering a firm swat to her bottom cheeks and then slipped a hand between her thighs, lightly rubbing her sex with the base of his palm and teasing her with a thumb. His lips were nibbling her throat.
She pushed at his shoulders and twisted her body, trying to center it closer to his hand and when that didn't work, she tried to move out of his reach. "I thought SeALs *always* played fair."
"Nope," he countered, pulling her back. "SeALs never play fair. They don't play. They reach their objective, accomplish the task, complete the mission - anyway they can." With a practiced hand, he unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and pulled them down and off, leaving her nude except for a pair of thong panties.
"Let's see what we have here," he murmured as he slid down and straddled her hips. Placing a hand on each thigh, he separated them slightly and then ran his thumbs down the crease of both of them. Spencer jerked upright and tried to move away. He leaned forward, went face to face with her and kissed the tip of her nose. "Lie down, baby."
"No." She tried to push his hands off her thighs.
"You know I have to inspect this bikini wax thing," he said huskily as he bent his head lower to her body.
Spencer laughed, fell back to the bed and surrendered her body to his loving attention. "I thought only Generals did inspections. Do Admirals inspect things too?" She ran her hands over the top of his head, down to his neck and to his shoulders, massaging his flesh, enjoying the feel of him in her hands.
"This is definitely something this particular Admiral has to inspect." JC slid his hands under Spencer's hips - holding her and kneading her cheeks - and rubbed his face on her mons. Back and forth, he rubbed her silky flesh, dipping his tongue into the crease of her thigh, blowing on the bare flesh above the triangle of the thong, rubbing his chin on the tiny patch of fabric covering her vulva, teasing her again and again.
He moved his hands to her thighs, separating them further and holding her still, he licked the crease in her thighs, making her squirm. The patch of fabric that barely covered her was getting damper with each loving stroke and JC smiled knowing his touch was making her crazy. He wondered how long it would be before she demanded that he love her right. It wasn't long.
"JC," she begged. "Love me now."
"Soon, baby," he whispered but couldn't stop the grin that curved his lips.
"Now!" she demanded, pulling his head closer to her parted thighs.
He sat up - facing her and pulled her legs to his hips. "Let's take a look at these curls you want to wax away." Her thighs were smoothly shaven and all the curls were neatly covered on all sides of the triangular patch. Without warning, he swiftly lifted her legs straight up and pulled the thong off, landing several light spanks to her butt while he did so. Then he parted her thighs and once again pulled them to his hips.
"JC!" Spencer tried to sit up so she could grab a part of him - any part of him. She wanted to push him away and pull him closer. She wanted to kiss him and make him spank her. She wanted to pinch him and make him love her. She was hungry for more and ready to scream.
JC chuckled and pulled her legs up around his neck. Spencer couldn't sit up in that position and she fell back to the bed muttering something about squids and seals and fish breath.
Holding her firmly in his arms, he teased her well trimmed curls with his lips and letting his tongue dip down to flick her clit - just often enough to keep her hungering for his touch. "No waxing - no shaving, mia adoré," he said softly. "I love your curls."
"If you don't love me right," she warned - trying to breathe evenly and pull him closer, "I'm going to shave the whole damn thing off myself."
JC's shoulders shook with laughter. Her breath was already ragged but she sounded so indignant. "I'm going to love you - *right* - after I hear you promise that you're not going to shave these curls. Promise me," he said softly.
Spencer remained silent trying to relax her body. But as he told her, SeALs don't play fair. He made another sensuous assault on her curls tickling them with his lips and dipping down to flick her clit with the tip of his tongue. "Spencer?"
She clenched her fists and stiffened when his mouth touched her. She was desperately trying not to beg and she wasn't ready to make any promises. JC parted her labia and ran his lips up and down each side - nibbling... kissing... avoiding her clit but coming just close enough to leave her wanting.
Spencer wanted to scream - or tear his hair out. "I'm going to kill you as soon as I get a chance," she mumbled, sucking in large quantities of air. I'll make you regret your actions - I'll put something awful in your food - I'll *die* if you don't finish...
"Promise me, adore." Lifting his head, he looked at her. "Promise you won't shave these curls." He grinned. He knew he had her wanting. "Spencer?" Holding her in place, he lowered his head once again and blew softly on the throbbing pink bud begging his lips.
"I promise," she said softly.
"What do you promise?"
Spencer swiftly forced herself up and grabbed JC's head. "I am going to strangle you," she threatened and fell back to the bed.
"Tell me," he chuckled, delighted that she was that desperate for release.
"I promise... JC! Please!" She couldn't believe she begged.
"Do you promise not to shave these curls?"
"*Yes,*" she screamed.
I'm going to kill him. "I promisenotto shavethesecurls," she mumbled. I am *really* going to kill him.
Parting her labia once again, he licked and kissed her flesh until she was writhing and breathing rapidly. Then he sucked the tiny little bud into his mouth and twirled his tongue around it until she peaked. And when she did, he watched the shudders take over her body... her neck arched back... her throat exposed... her hands flexing and curling... her chest heaving... her lips slightly parted... and the sweetest music to his ears, the soft purrs coming from the back of her throat.
Gently, he dipped his tongue into her, tasting her sweetness and feeling pleased, knowing he had made it happen. Then he lowered her legs and lay down beside her... catching her in his embrace... kissing her softly, his breath in her mouth.
"I love you, cara mia."
"Do you love to make me beg?"
"I *love* to make you beg," he whispered as he kissed the corners of her mouth and rubbed his face against hers. "I love to hear you beg me to spank you... I love to hear you beg me to love you. I love knowing you want me to spank you... want me to love you..." His mouth moved to her throat. "...that you're hungry for me... that you want me... that you want my lovin'..." Capturing her lips with his, he whispered into her mouth, "...that you're beggin' for my lovin'."