Sexual Situations
Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate...but if I did...well...! One shot!
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I hate mornings.
Groaning, I get out of my bed and head towards the shower. I turn the water up to a hot temperature, and wince as it hits my back, slowly I get used to the warm liquids touch.
I pick up my razor from the small shelf that Jack put in for soap and shampoos, and lather my legs with soap. I gently stroke the razor up my leg, feeling its smooth caress against my soapy skin.
I feel a strong arm wrap around my waist, and I lean back into the embrace. Jack takes the razor from me and bends slightly, drawing the razor up my other leg. My eyes widen as he gently and oh so very lightly skims it between my legs. I moan lightly. He turns me around so that I face him, and he kneels down. He's still gliding the razor up my leg, but you have no idea of how this man can multi-task. He runs his tongue at the inside of my thigh, running it over my clit. I grab his hair. I'm still sensitive from last night's workout. He plunges deep inside me and I moan wantonly. I can feel my approaching orgasm, as different colours cloud my vision.
Jack comes up to face me, and I kiss him, slow and simple to start with, I can taste myself on his lips, the strange thing is I don't mind the taste all that much, and he knows it. I settle my legs around his waist, and arch into him, he's already hard. I swallow hard, my breathing is already labored. On his first thrust we slip, the showers flooring is soapy and most probably unsafe, he moves us around and shields me from hitting my back hard on the shower controls. I wince as the on/off button hits my back anyway; it takes the water only a moment to switch off.
He's teasing me now, circling himself around me. God; how I could do this for hours. "Jack…" I beg. Panting as I try to focus. He gives me a curt nod and enters me slowly, pushing me back against the on/off button, causing the water to turn back on. With each of his thrusts the water blimps, not that any off us seem to care.
I arch into him, meeting him thrust for thrust; I can tell the lust in him ready to take his mind over, I smile and kiss is forehead. "I am right here Jack." He looks at me for a second, and than smiles. I bring my hand to my shoulder and tap it lightly. He buries his head in the nape of my neck; I feel his teeth dig into the skin. I moan at the pain, but also at the pleasure that curses through my body at the thought of Jack wanting me forever. I arch into him again, our eyes locked.
"'Sam…" I can feel my stomach muscles convulse as my orgasm builds up, "Come…for me." I shake my 'no'. I pull away from him slightly, and then push myself into him. I repeat my actions.
"Come…with me…Jack, please." I state in harsh breaths. My eyes roll back as he speeds up the pace. My hands roam the walls for something to hold onto, but they find none, so they lock onto Jack's hair, tugging violently at the strands.
"Oh God, Jack!" I scream, as I feel my orgasm release. My head falls forward onto his shoulder, and I start to laugh, he doesn't know why, but then again nether do I. I felt him then, emptying himself within me, my name on his lips. I untangle my legs from his waist and I fall to the floor, he comes down with me. His orgasm has already subsided, and me well I'm still shaking.
My breath coming in short pants.
"You alright Carter?" He asks me. I don't think I have ever laughed after sex before, except after our first time together, but I'd been extremely nervous then. I nod. "Good." He says, as he plants a kiss on my fore head. We sat on the floor for what felt like hours, neither one of us wanting to move, but knowing we had too at some point.
God, I love mornings.