In a Heartbeat
She made the coffee strong and they drank most of it while they devoured the burgers. JJ piled the dishes into the sink and taking Ollie's hand, pulled her into his bedroom. He had forgotten how hard it was to kiss and touch and remove each other's clothing when you were in a hurry to get naked and kiss and touch some more.
By the time they were finally naked, neither could wait any longer. JJ picked Ollie up by the waist and urged her to put her legs around him. Ollie's legs went around his body before he finished speaking and she sighed with pleasure when she felt him fill her.
"Ollie... oh, god, Ollie..." he groaned, his hands cupping her ass, stilling his movements, and just savoring the feel of her.
"JJ," she murmured, sucking his throat. "Make love to me. Please make love to me."
"I will, darlin'," he said, his rich baritone husky with desire. Still inside her, he moved them to the bathroom and turned on the water. Capturing her mouth with his, he kissed her hard and pushed her against the wall while they waited for the water to heat.
His arms were around her back - her soft breasts pushed into his heavily muscled chest and he wasn't sure how long he was going to last.
Ollie kept squeezing her inner muscles around him and JJ groaned, it felt so good. He had waited a long time to make love to her... the past day and a half had been sheer torture being in the same room and bed with her... both of them in a state of undress and constant arousal... Ollie's luscious body inches from his... sometimes touching... the way she had looked naked... her soft breasts, her inner thighs, her...
He kept a hand on her butt and the other on her back as he stepped into the shower stall. "Now, Olivia Meadows," he growled low. "I'm gonna' love you now."
And he did. Against the shower wall with the water hitting him in the back, he thrust inside her, retreated and thrust again and again until her soft cries signaled her release. His roar was muffled by the shower's spray but Ollie heard him and felt him empty into her and at that moment, she deeply regretted birth control.
If I could have his child, I'd always have a part of him, she thought, assuming her days under his command would soon be a thing of the past.
He held her while they exchanged breaths and when they both calmed, he felt himself slip out of her. Setting her on her feet, he lathered her body and murmured to her, telling her how delicious she was and how much he wanted to make love to her again.
When he finally got around to shampooing her hair, Ollie could no longer take his soapy and loving caresses without shivering. His hands were magic on her body - her breasts tingling from his touches, her nipples aching for his mouth.
"Love me again, JJ," she murmured. "I want you again."
"Patience, Colonel," he chuckled.
"Been around you too long," she grinned. "Like you, I don't have a great deal of patience." Her hands stroked his shaft and gently cupped his balls making him gasp, and making her smile.
"I think we need a change of venue, Admiral Hamilton. Let's move this to your bed."
"What do you think we should do there?" he asked, arching a brow.
"I'll think of something," she murmured, pulling him out of the shower and grabbing a couple of towels.
She pushed him onto the bed and slid on top of him, their wet bodies smacking together, naked skin against naked skin. JJ lifted up, pushing the covers down so they were lying on the sheets and then startled Ollie when he pushed back, up and against the headboard. Without warning, he hauled her wet body over his knee and smacked her twice on each cheek - the slaps stinging her butt.
"What the hell are you doing?" she yelled.
"Giving you the spanking I promised you'd get for your naughty behavior," he grinned, pushing her off of him and bending down to drop sloppy kisses on each cheek.
Ollie giggled. "You always keep your promises, Admiral?"
"Yes, ma'am, I do," he grinned and turned her over so his face was between her thighs. I said you'd scream if I spanked you. I spanked you. Now I'm gonna' make you scream."
She moaned first - long and low moans - more like purrs - as his hands cupped her ass and his mouth moved over the soft lips of her sex. Ollie locked her hands behind his neck pulling him closer to her need. Her hips instinctively arched up and she murmured her pleasure between gasps.
"So good, JJ. It feels so good, so... oh my god..."
JJ couldn't help smiling. His tongue had finally licked Ollie's most sensitive areas and he knew the pleasurable shudders were building and building. He sucked the tiny clit between his lips and held it tightly while the tip of his tongue pushed against it.
Ollie screamed - a low pitched, growling scream - that made him grin - and smile - and then he laughed aloud.
She couldn't talk - the waves of pleasure still held her - her back arched, her hands clutching the sheets, her thighs quivering.
JJ held her hips and rubbed his face back and forth over her inner thighs. When she calmed somewhat, he moved up to cover her body, his hard shaft pressing into her belly.
"Oh, Admiral Hamilton," she sighed deeply. "That was so-o-o politically incorrect."
"It was?" he grinned. Ollie nodded. "But it was good, wasn't it?"
"Damn good," she murmured. "But I think it could be better. You'll have to do it again and again until you get it perfect."
"I'll take that under advisement," he chuckled, covering her mouth with his, and kissing her deeply.
Bonnie and Clyde sat quietly and watched the Admiral and the Colonel making love. When the two naval officers escaped from the safe house, they panicked and in desperation, called the CIA operative that had assisted them.
Middleton's information had immediately calmed them. He had anticipated the situation and cameras were already in place in the Admiral's bedroom. They were also in place in the Colonel's apartment, and in the Admiral's beach house. The clever spy instructed them on how to get the direct feed into their computers and watch the action live.
"You think he loves her?" Clyde asked.
"Why do you think he broke regs and decided to jump her?"
"He didn't jump her. He made love to her - big difference," Bonnie admonished.
"You didn't answer my question."
"Circumstances. They think their careers are shot. They don't have anything to lose - except their pensions, that is - and they're going to get something out of all this."
"We're not showing this to anyone," Clyde protested.
"They don't know that," Bonnie muttered, watching the Admiral caress the lovely marine. "Look how tender he is toward her," she murmured.
"A lot different from the angry SOB he was in the safe house."
"He no longer has anything to lose. He can show his true feelings toward her. And look at her," Bonnie pointed to the screen. "She's more relaxed, no tension in her body, giving the tenderness back. She really loves that man."
"Looks like the feelings are mutual," Clyde added. "Maybe we did a good thing, after all."
"Christ on a crutch, Clyde! Get the mush out of your head. They're still in deep doo-doo and they know it."