Snippets Fifteen...
by sarAdora

Spencer woke refreshed from a sound sleep and burrowed back into JC's chest. She was very much aware of the warmth of his body next to hers and his arms around her. These things had become necessities in her life, ensuring her mental health. Gently, she moved his hands off her breasts and from her thighs and pulled away from him. He grumbled in his sleep making her smile but she wasn't going anywhere. He was lying on his side and she moved behind him - slowly putting all her weight on his upper back and shoulder - pushing him until he lay on his stomach and then, straddled his hips.

JC grinned into the pillow. It always tickled his funny bone when Spencer tried to move him where she wanted him. The imp couldn't seem to figure out that her 110 pounds wasn't capable of moving his 235-pound frame. She had no idea that whenever she successfully maneuvered him where she wanted him it was only because he had helped her by moving in the direction she wanted him to go.

He had slept nude, the towel from last night's shower on the floor between the bathroom and the bed and Spencer sat on his naked butt and started to gently massage his back. She eased her hands up and down his spine and then again on either side of his spinal cord. Leaning forward, she made little circles on his shoulders, moving up the sides of his neck and down again, her breasts brushing his back, making him sigh with pleasure.

She liked the feel of his back on her breasts, his muscles rippling, teasing her nipples and pushed down on top of him for a moment. Her hands drifted to his waist and reaching further down, she was able to slip her hands under him and fondle his penis. She couldn't reach his scrotal sac so she slid off his back and lay on her side next to him, her hand still caught under his belly, fondling him. With her other hand she reached under his naked butt and between his thighs to cup his balls.

"What are you doing, imp?!" he growled, lifting his head.

"Lovin' you."

He couldn't help chuckling. He turned on his side and pulled her up so her face was next to his. "Had no idea you were so fresh, sweetheart," he teased.

"Not fresh," she smiled, "just want to love you." She cupped his face, brushing his lips with hers. "Yesterday, we were preoccupied with other matters and I didn't get a chance to love you. I wanted to," she assured him.

"I'm all yours, baby," he rolled onto his back and spread his legs, his cock erect and saluting her.

Spencer blushed from head to toe, making him laugh softly and when he pulled her onto his chest, she buried her face in his neck. "You are utterly shameless," she groaned, "and totally lacking in couth. What am I going to do with you?"

"I could make a few suggestions," he grinned, lifting her chin so he could kiss her.

"How come I can touch you like this?" she asked, moving down his body to fondle him, "But when I touch the same spot from the back of your legs, I'm fresh?"

"How come I can touch you like this?" he asked in a husky voice, repeating her words and pulling her back up to his face, reaching between her thighs. "You don't object - but when I touch you like this..." His hand cupped her bottom and then slid between the backs of her thighs, inserting a gentle finger in her sex, making her gasp. "You tell me I'm fresh."

"All I can say," she licked his lips and then sucked on them. "What's good for the goose, is good for the gander and you're lucky I love you so much."

"I *am* lucky, baby, very lucky," he agreed, "and..."

"And it's time for me to love you. Hands behind your head, Admiral."

"Yes, ma'am," he grinned, instantly obeying her command.

She usually started loving him at the top of his body and worked her way down but she thought that was too predictable. She scooted down to his navel, sucking as much of it into her mouth as she could, teasing him with her tongue. JC's hands caressed her shoulders and neck, occasionally brushing her hair behind her ears, his hands cupping her face. Spencer's hands stroked the sides of his hips and then slipped her arms under the back of his upper thighs - her hands seeking his scrotum.

JC reflexively jerked back when she cupped his balls and leaned forward intent on pulling her back to his chest. "Uh-uh baby," he said softly, pulling her up so swiftly she ended up straddling his upper chest. Her sex was staring him in the face and he cupped her butt to pull her to his mouth.

"Admiral!" she barked. "You have disobeyed a direct order! Do I have to conduct an admiral's mast?"

"An admiral's mast?" he chuckled, crossing his arms behind his neck. "What's my punishment, imp?"

"Wrong answer!" Spencer mimicked his words, her arms folded across her naked chest.

He suppressed a chuckle at her words and her posture. "I'll take whatever punishment you deem necessary, ma'am," he responded smartly.

"Damn straight!" she snapped.

JC gave a shout of laughter and damning the consequences, grabbed her hips and pulled her to his mouth, kissing her folds until she melted against him. Afterward, he sat up so Spencer slid down his chest to her back. He leaned over her and captured her lips, plunging his tongue into her mouth and filled his hands with her round silky breasts.

"Gonna love you, baby," he murmured, raising up onto his knees, slipping his arms under her hips and pulling her legs around his waist. "Got to love you now."

He pushed into her moist heat, filling her and felt his balls tighten when she squeezed her inner walls around him. He didn't think he was going to last long - he had been painfully erect and she was so wet and hot. He wrapped his arms around her, one hand on the back of her neck, the other on her butt and thrust into her again and again until he buried his mouth in her neck, muffling his roar of release.

Spencer lay quietly beneath him while they regained their breath, rubbing his chest and stroking his belly, making him shiver. She was a little quieter than usual and it bothered him.

He rolled onto his side, tucking her next to him, one arm around her shoulder keeping her close, the other cupping her chin. "Did I hurt you, baby? Are you sore?"


"You're too quiet, imp. What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong."

Baby, I love you. Sometimes, I can't wait to love you," he murmured, his Texas drawl thick with emotion. "Sometimes, I just have to be inside you. I want you so..."

"Is it because Michael's here?" she interrupted. "In the house with us? Is that it? Are you afraid he'll hear you?"

"Hear me?"

"When I make you scream with pleasure, squidlet."

"Scream?" he growled, turning her onto her back and attacking her ticklish armpits with his mouth. "Seals do *not* scream, imp."

"They don't?" she laughed, squirming, trying to move away from his mouth. "I could have sworn I heard you... JC! Stop!"

"Imps scream," he growled into her neck, his tongue moving up to tease her earlobe. His hands found her breasts and her hands found his belly, stroking his flesh, making his muscles ripple under her hands. "Baby, baby," he murmured. "I love you so much and I can't get enough of you."

He took her into the shower and slid to the floor when she knelt in front of him, her tongue licking his hardness and her hands massaging his scrotal sac. He was certain he had to rest a while - their previous loving was only short moments ago. But when she sucked him into her mouth, his hips moved forward, the sensation stealing over him, making him shudder. "Spencer... dolcezza... my love... my sweet imp..." he groaned as his balls tightened and his seed erupted spewing a spray of hot semen into her mouth and down her throat.

JC closed his eyes, too weak to do anything but lie there and gulp air. One orgasm after another had sapped his energy. He hoped the hot water wouldn't cool before he could stand and he grimaced, suddenly remembering his best friend was in the house. He fervently hoped the man wasn't looking for them.

He was lost in a myriad of thoughts when Spencer crawled up his chest. He could feel her breath on his chin and knew the naughty scamp was waiting for him to open his eyes. His lips curved - he could almost feel her smile.

"You okay, squidlet?" she asked with a hint of mischief. "Did I hurt you? Are you sore?"

"Do you know what happens to naughty imps, wife?" he asked in his commanding officer's voice.


He opened one eye and looked at her. "What?"

"They get punished."

"Do you know how they get punished, imp?"

"Sure do," the naughty scamp replied. "And I can't wait!"

He laughed, pulling her up with him as he leaned against the shower wall. "Gonna tickle you and spank you until your butt is the sweetest shade of pink and then love you and make you beg for mercy," he promised, holding her tightly and kissing her."

"Is that a threat or a promise, Admiral Squiddles?" she murmured, returning his kisses.

"Both," he replied, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, exploring familiar territory and savoring it. "Later, when you least expect it, I'll pink your tush till you beg me to love you again and then I'll tease your body with my lips and tongue. You'll be helpless against my assault."

"Will it be a Sealy thing?" she asked hopefully.

He rolled his eyes, ignoring her sarcasm and turned the water off. "Come on, Michael is probably wondering where we are and what we're doing."

"I think he knows what we're doing, JC," Spencer deadpanned but yelped when he gave her a butt a firm swat.

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