Snippets Nine...
by sarAdora

Years ago... a log house in the Laurentians... second honeymoon...

"My turn to make you crazy," she said when she woke from her nap.

"Later, baby," he stretched his arms above his head, then pushed her back onto the couch. "Loved you nonstop, got to check how sore you are, first." He kissed his way down her body, stopping to tease her erogenous zones, his lips in a dance of love. Her thighs automatically spread, her arms reaching to embrace the man who held her heart.

"How come I don't get a turn?" she sighed when his tongue caressed her flesh.

"I'm bigger than you," he grinned, "and you love me so you let me love you first."

"Wicked evil man," she moaned softly as his lips continued to nibble.

"Wait till you see how wicked I can be," he promised, loving her with his mouth till she peaked, then loving her again.

"Not fair to use your size against me," she softly complained when her breath returned and she could focus on his face. "I'm thinking of wicked payback for you, squidlet. Going to make you pay."

"Can't wait," he assured her, hugging her tight, nuzzling her neck. "Love your payback, sweetheart."

"We'll see," she said cryptically, stroking his groin. "You're not going to be so smug when I get through with you."

Her words made him hard but he feigned a look of fear, one hand covering his eyes in mock despair. When she didn't rise to the bait, he peered at her through his fingers and laughed at her stern expression.

"Ma'am," he husked. "Ready for any punishment you deem necessary," he said smartly.

"Will you accept non-judicial punishment?" she asked, having recently learned the expression.

"Better be non-judicial," he chuckled. "Wouldn't want what you're going to do to me on my service record, imp."

"Does that mean you'll take whatever punishment I dish out?" she asked, her tone serious.

JC pursed his lips and looked at her. "Yes," he said softly. "I'll take whatever punishment you dish out."

She smiled and tweaked his nose, then got on her knees to straddle his hips. "Lean your head back on the sofa, Captain Squiddles and close your eyes."

JC leaned back and closed his eyes, his large hands cupping her bare bottom, the heat from their previous spanking play still lingering on her rosy cheeks.

Spencer sighed at the thickly corded neck he presented, delighted that he was following her orders without protest. She ran her lips over his throat and nipped him lightly, eliciting his soft groans. Her mouth roamed, caressing his neck with a flicker of her tongue, then moved to suck an earlobe, her fingers pressed into his shoulders.

JC sighed. Her lips were soft on his skin, her breath was warm, her tongue was warm, and she smelled like warm vanilla. He squeezed her silky bottom cheeks, pulling her closer to his groin.

"You like this, squidlet?" she murmured as she moved to his mouth and briefly sucked his lower lip between hers.

"Mmmm," he hummed. "Don't stop."

Her lips returned to his throat as her hands slipped under the waistband of his sweats. Gently fisting his erection, she used both hands to stroke him, gliding up and down his shaft as she continued nuzzling his neck.

"Are you mine?" she asked, sucking his earlobe back between her lips.

"Yes," he groaned.

"Can I do anything I want with you?"

He opened an eye and looked at her. "Yes," he said, squeezing her pinked butt.

"Is this mine, too?" she continued, stroking him again.

"Yes," he exhaled heavily.

"Good," the imp grinned, jumping off his lap. "Keep that pose, squid. I'll get back to it, later."

He roared when he grabbed her, hauling her back onto his lap, but before he could pin her to the couch and finish what she started, Spencer grabbed his sensitive sac and squeezed. JC was startled and momentarily lost his hold on her and she was up and across the room in seconds. He stood, adjusted his sweats so he wouldn't trip over them and folded his arms across his chest, his stance commanding and imposing, his glare piercing her.

The naughty imp giggled. "Do your subordinate officers tremble when you look at them like that?"

He had to strain to keep his scowl in place - the naked imp was too delicious. "They generally take cover, wife," he said in his voice of command.

"Tsk," she clucked her tongue. "Are they all a bunch of wimps?"

"No," he said softly as he slowly advanced on her. "They're smart enough not to be in my line of fire when I'm riled."

"And are you riled now, my little swabbie?" she grinned, moving around the room, keeping her distance.

"What do you think?" he said softly as he stalked her.

"I don't think you're riled at all," she had the nerve to laugh. "I think you're being very respectful."

"Respectful?" he questioned, arching a brow and pausing in mid-stride.

"Aren't you saluting?" the sassy imp giggled again, pointing to the tenting in his sweats.

Growling softly, he leaped for her. She threw a sofa pillow at his head and jumped over an ottoman in his path. It tripped him, throwing him off-balance and while he righted himself, she got away.

"Gonna get your butt really warmed," he warned, getting up. "Better give up while you can, sweetheart."

Spencer snorted and tossed another pillow at his head. He caught it and held it against his chest, his grin feral as he continued to stalk her.

"Attention," she suddenly ordered.

JC stood still, his eyes following her as she moved around the room.

"Subordinates look straight ahead when they're at attention," she lectured, moving behind him but keeping her distance. "I'm waiting, squid."

He couldn't help grinning at her words and stood perfectly still, willing to let her control the game. The instant he felt her behind him, his hands reached back for her but Spencer darted away.

"Don't move, mister," she snapped. "You're *really* in for payback now."

"Ma'am, yes, ma'am," he said formally, straining to suppress his laughter.

She tied her T-shirt around his eyes, her breasts pressed into his back as her arms moved up and around his head. "Don't move," she said in a softer tone and leaned on him for a moment, breathing in his scent.

He couldn't move, the feel of her breasts on his back made his balls ache, but she wasn't through tormenting him.

Spencer moved to face his side and stroked his arm, rubbing her breasts against his biceps. He swallowed hard but stood still. Taking his arm, she pulled it between her thighs, the back of his hand touching her moist sex. She squeezed his arm, then moved her hips suggestively against him, and smiled at the thin film of moisture that had gathered above his lips.

"Warm my butt?" she queried softly. "You were going to warm my butt? Tsk," she shook her head, her hips still against his arm. "And then, there's conjugal rights," she continued admonishing him, her palm moving to his groin. "You're supposed to let me make love to you any time and anywhere," she reminded him, throwing words back at him, words he often said to her. "I think I'd better take you to task for that." She kneeled in front of him, letting his sweats rub over the evidence of his need as she pulled them down. It was all he could do to remain upright.

"Don't move mister," she warned and did all she could to torture him... and bring him immense pleasure.

Spencer thought JC made the most interesting sounds when she was in control... His knees almost buckled when she loved him, but she grabbed his hips and squeezed.

"Baby," he groaned, his breath ragged now, his mouth open and gulping air.

"Shhh, squidlet," she cooed. "This is for your own good. You're much too full of yourself. Got to take you down a peg or two." Before he could respond, her hands and mouth were in concert... his pleasure intensified. "Nice to know this part of you knows how to salute," she sassed, purposely tormenting him.

He would have laughed if he could but all his concentration was on her mouth and what it was doing to him and then there was the effort it took to stand still while she pleasured him. His hands automatically moved to her head, his hips arching forward on their own.

Spencer was tickled with his compliance and more so that she was in control. JC always teased her with his mouth - tormenting her with his lips and tongue and it was giving her great joy to have him on the receiving end. She renewed her efforts to prolong his pleasure. Her mouth moved over him - slowly and in small increments, teasing him. She ignored his groans, his pleas for release, only tuned in to the wonderful sounds coming from the back of his throat. When she felt his thighs tense against her shoulders she brought him to fruition.

He burst like a sudden avalanche, his hands holding her head close to him as his loins released his seed. Spencer held tightly to his thighs until she felt him begin to ease his body to the floor.

"Such a naughty squid," she said, kissing his belly, burying her nose in his bushy groin. "Going to have to do this again."

"Not right this minute, you're not," he growled, hauling her onto his chest, one hand clapping off her bottom, the other on her head, holding her until he could breathe again.

Spencer laughed softly, pleased with herself. "Good?" she asked, burrowing her face into his chest to inhale the scent of him.

"Better than good," he assured her, one hand roaming over her, the other still cupping her rosy bottom.

"I haven't finished giving you payback, Captain," she told him.

"Haven't finished with yours either, imp," he replied.

"Did I wear you out, squidlet?" she teased, lifting her head. "Are you okay, my little sailor?"

"Better quit while you're ahead, sweetheart," he breathed heavily. "I'm thinking of delivering that butt warming."

"No, you won't," she smiled.

"What makes you think I won't?" he growled softly as he dropped kisses on her brow. "I've got you in my arms. You're not going anywhere."

"We'll see," she said cryptically, kissing his neck, her fingers and palms rubbing against his skin.

It was a solid ten minutes before they got off the floor, JC still holding Spencer to his chest. "I think we need a shower," he told her, "and then I'm going to turn your butt rosy red. The first of many sweet spankings," he promised, taking her upstairs.

"I think you should have an opportunity to chase me again," she smiled, slipping her arms under his and tickling his ribs. "I made it easy for you last time."

"Easy?" he arched a brow. "I would have caught you if you hadn't yelled attention."

"Will that work every time, squidlet?" she grinned, nibbling on his chin, making him lose his commanding scowl.

"Only with you, my love," he smiled at his imp, covering her mouth with his.

"I'll be happy to chase you, too," she told him when he lifted his mouth. "I bet I could catch you faster than you can catch me."

"I bet you can, too," he laughed softly, knowing damn well that he'd make sure she did. Once in the shower stall, his hands lathered the sensuous imp in his arms, his mouth covering hers once again.

They kissed and held each other under the shower's spray - content to be close and touching. He murmured in her ear - telling her how beautiful she was, how much he loved her, how she made him happy, how he loved the way she loved him. Spencer murmured back and leaned on him, her hands roaming over his muscular chest and back, reveling in the strength of him. His love filled her and sustained her.

"I love you, husband," she said softly, reaching up to cup his face, looking directly in his eyes. "I love you with every breath I take." Her eyes suddenly filled and so did his.

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