Summary:Inspired by Somo’s Rendition of “Nice & Slow” by Usher. Listen here.
Let me take you to a place nice and quiet, there ain’t no one there to interrupt. Ain’t
gotta rush, I just want to take it nice and slow. See I’ve been waiting
for this for so long, we’ll be makin’ love until the sun comes up
Slipping off your black Parda heels, you winced at the contact of sore skin to floorboard. Carelessly dumping your bag on top on the dark marble kitchen counter, you pulled a face at the amount of paperwork sitting in your bag. Today seemed never ending. The constant parade of people zooming in and out of your office asking you to complete different tasks, plus adding the countless of hours that was dedicated purely to finishing everything on the to-do-list, made time tick away at it’s slowest pace. To make matters worse, all of it followed you straight home, giving you little chance to take a breath.
Deciding to push the gigantic pause button on anything work related, you grabbed the left over bottle of wine, a glass, and treated yourself to an in home spa session. While it wasn’t as luxurious as the professionals would have been, it still managed to provide your mind and body with a temporary tranquil state. Blowing out the candles, you took time in putting on one of your favourite lingerie garments. The lace fabric felt incredible against your smooth, silky skin, thanks to the coconut body lotion you applied. To match the lace you slipped an identical nightgown, one that Mac had brought for your Birthday. Brushing the knots out of your tangled hair, you took at quick glance at your reflection. Tiredness was evident, and even though you tried to combat that with a decent amount of sleep, it never seemed to be enough. Applying an eye ointment, for now, it was just going to have to do.
“There you are, I called out your name and got worried when you didn’t answer”. Mac stood behind you, rubbing his hands up and down your legs.
These last few days you hadn’t been able to spend a minute to feel Mac’s touch. When he left for work, you arrived back from yours and vice versa. Paths kept crossing but never long enough to just be in each others arms. So, having his hands glide across your skin felt extra sensational. “I’ve missed this”, leaning back to rest against his chest.
Mac let his hands do the talking, he ventured past your underwear, cheekily slapping the elastic back to tease you. With one simple tug the knot that was keeping the nightgown securely wrapped around your frame slightly fell. Mac placed feather kisses on the exposed right shoulder, each one more tender than the last. While his lips were busy giving every inch of your neck some attention, his hands multi-tasked. One rubbing in between your thighs and the other trailing up your side, stopping just shy away from the bra clasp. “My hands or my lips?”. He asked, making his tone extra raspy, knowing how it made your heart race and body tremble.
“I don’t fucking care, just do something, Mac”. Groaning at the ridiculous amount of teasing Mac was making you endure.
His blue eyes sparkled with amusement, how with just one stroke of his hand or one word he could have you wrapped around his finger. Although, looking at you now, he rather have another part of you wrapped around him. “Turn around”, he command. Doing so caused Mac’s touch to vanish, but it wasn’t long until his lips crushed hard upon your own. Needing him was just as important as air, it sounded dramatic, yet, the truth behind it was undeniable. You’ve never had this strong of a connection before with anyone. Every single part of your heart, soul and body truly did belong to Mac.
As your brain was thinking about how much you loved the man who was now kneeling before you, Mac smirked, “I really do love this nightgown”. He toyed with the ends, twisting the lace in and out of his fingers. “But lately it’s been getting in the way”. With each kiss up your leg he huskily instructed for you to take the material off. Dropping the nightgown to the ground, you titled your head back as Mac drew closer to your coveted sweet spot. “This is all for me, isn’t it”. You knew it wasn’t a question, the answer was always yes. And to show that the most imitate part of your body was for him only, Mac left a light mark on your inner right thigh, licking over it once he was done. As he stood up, his hand rubbed the thin fabric of your underwear, making it impossible to suppress a moan. Mac curved his lips into another smirk. Right as he moved to discard the unwanted piece of lingerie, the inconvenient ring of Mac’s phone rippled through the bathroom. The annoyance in his face mirrored your own. He answered, appearing less pleased with each passing second. Mac angrily pressed the end call button – you knew what was coming.
“Matty needs you back at the Phoenix, doesn’t she?”.
Mac simultaneously shoved his phone into his pocket and picked up your nightgown, helping you put it back on. “I’m afraid so. If I could get out of it, I would”.
Patting him on the chest, you deeply sighed. “But you can’t because you made an oath to protect the country, I get it, Mac”. Looping the string over and tying it in place, you swapped out the tiles beneath your feet for floorboards. It was clear that Mac didn’t want to go, that he rather stay and continue to satisfy your every need. Expect, he had no choice but to report for duty. Closing the front door behind him, you now had to find something else to occupy your time.
Mac came home just after 3am. You remembered because 10 minutes before you were standing by the window, hoping to see his car pull up. By the time he did came in you hadn’t fully fallen back to asleep yet. The movement of his feet, changing of his clothes to the bed sinking on one side, all altered you to the fact he was home. And as soon as Mac drifted off to sleep, the sun rose, welcoming a new day.
Your body clock was wired naturally to wake up at 6am. Turning your head, Mac was sleeping soundly. You figured since his own alarm hadn’t beeped, he had some extra sleep time. But, there was a part of you that wanted to wake him, to finish what was so rudely disrupted the day before. So you wondered your fingers across his abdomen. Biting your lip, a sense of excitement pulsed through your body as your hand ever so casually massaged his length through his sweatpants. Shortly, Mac’s eyes fluttered open. “The last time you woke me up like this was on our honeymoon, what’s the special occasion?”. He quizzed, stuttering over a few words as his length twitched under your touch.
Mac shifted his body up, making it easier for you to take a seat on his lap. “Do I need a reason to show my husband how much I love him?. I mean if your not up for it-”
Grabbing your wrists, he flipped himself to hover above. “You know I’m up for it. Besides, you have to finish what you started”.
“Oh, you mean like you did yesterday in the bathroom?”.
Mac softy breathed. “I said I was sorry. But if that’s not enough, then let me show you just how much”. Dipping his head down for a steamy kiss, things finally seemed to be running smoothly. That was until the invention of the doorbell kicked in.
“Can’t a married couple be left alone, long enough to make love”. You exhaled, throwing your head back.
“Ignore it, they’ll go away eventually”. Mac re-connected lips, however, it didn’t stop the doorbell from repeatedly ringing. Giving your husband the “you were saying” glare, he climbed out of bed.
Throwing open the door, Jack’s face appeared on the other side with Bozer right behind. “Finally, what took you guys so long”. He invited himself in, shouting that breakfast had arrived.
Stepping out into the hallway wearing leggings and a white tank top, Mac lowered his voice so only you could hear. “I’ll get rid of them, just say the word”.
“What’s the point, the mood’s already ruined”. Replying in an irritable manner.
Mac watched as you unhappily helped yourself to the breakfast spread. There had to be a solution to spending quality time with one another, and he was going to find it.
It had been a week since the two failed love making attempts. Overdrive was the mode both you and Mac were in. Work grew demanding, resulting in quick hello’s and hearing each other’s voices through the phone rather then in person. None of it was healthy. Nevertheless, it had become routine in the saddest way possible.
Removing his jacket, Mac marched in, “Where’s your phone?”.
“In the bedroom, on the dresser”. Responding, baffled at the odd question.
He walked down the hall, you not far behind. The minute you got into the room, he set the phone back in it’s original position. Telling you that enough was enough, no more interruptions. Striding over, “Tonight, I’m going to make love to my wife”. Lifting you up, he laid you across the bed. “Nice and slow”. Huskily added.
Mac kept his promise of nice and slow. Every move, he made sure to spend however long needed to ensure maximum pleasure. His lips – bit, sucked, kissed your skin. Leaving his mark all over. His tongue – licked and stroked your most sensitive areas. Not stopping until you were dripping wet. His hands – grabbed, rubbed, roamed and outlined each curve. There was no body part left unexplored.
Maneuvering your hand to fondle his hardened member, he hissed, mumbling a faint “fuck” as you let him spring free. The heat was running red hot. Positioning himself at your entrance, Mac admired every inch of your naked body laying underneath him before sliding in. He then leaned down to kiss each visible mark, from your breasts, to your neck, down to your stomach. There was no describing the intense feeling of connecting with someone you love on this level. Not only could you feel Mac physically, but also emotionally. Gasping, your nails clawed Mac’s back as he repeatedly pushed himself even deeper into you, causing a surge of electricity throughout each other’s bodies – the final climax.
Panting, you slowly sat up. “Who would of thought, we can make love without any interruptions”. Smiling over your shoulder at Mac.
He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you back into his embrace. “I can sense the sass in your tone, my beautiful wife”. You laughed, as Mac smothered you in kisses. “We should probably turn our phones back on”.He suggested, when he saw the devices sitting pretty on the dresser, completely turned off and disconnected.
Pressing a finger to his lips. “Shh, don’t ruin the mood, Macgyver”.
His hand ran along your skin under the bed sheets, leaving in his wake a trail of goosebumps. He didn’t dare disobey his wife, not after the hellish week the two of you endured. For tonight, was strictly work free, consequences be damned.
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