A/N: Ok, folks, this is the chapter that gives the story the "M" rating. I have tried to tone it down a bit (ok, I've tried to tone it down A LOT), but I may have failed miserably. If you do not like sexual situations, or are too young to read them (You know who you are!), please turn back now and wait for the next update. Skipping this chapter will not detract from the pure, shippy, fluffiness of this story.
CHAPTER 7
He laid the blanket down on the grass, giving them an extra cushion.
Then, he took her by her hand, and sat her down next to him.
"Carter, I don't want you to regret anything. I want to love you, but I don't want you doing it because…"
"Jack, I'm not planning on this being it. I want a lifetime, and I am not planning on that lifetime being over in the next week."
"Samantha."
"Just kiss me again, Jack, just kiss me. And you say I think too much!"
With a sultry grin, he laid her back and stretched out next to her. His lips met hers, and he planted one hand at her hip, caressing it, massaging it.
Her hips began to undulate, knowing that she was going to love her colonel. Only now he wasn't just her colonel, he was her man.
My man.
Her fingers came up and ran through his hair, fingernails just barely scraping his scalp.
He broke the kiss and leaned into her hand as he moaned.
His hand inched up from her hip, slipping under her shirt and feeling the delicate velvet that was her skin. She reached down and pulled his black t-shirt up and over his head before splaying her hand over his chest, playing with the silver hair that dotted his torso.
She licked her lips before biting her lower one, and moaned. She had dreamed about this for a very, very long time.
He continued inching her blouse up, until he finally found those objects he had obsessed over for 7 years. He pulled her shirt off all the way and just looked at her. From the waist up, all she had on was a beautiful, lacy pink bra, which cupped those creamy globes to perfection. They heaved with every heavy breath she took. She continued to tickle his chest, but now she did so absently, still biting her lip.
He pulled one strap off her left shoulder, and had his left arm around her waist. He kissed her shoulder where the strap had been. She whimpered at the scrape of his whiskers against her skin.
"Oh, God!"
Jack repeated his action with the right shoulder, kissing it again, and working his way down to free her breasts from their confines. As he pulled one into her mouth, she arched her back, allowing him access to unclasp her bra and remove it completely.
He was very hard, and her hands snaked around his back, running down to his buttocks, loving the firm feel under his jeans. Her hands moved around and began to fumble with the button at the front.
"Oh, Sam!" He laid his head between her breasts as her fingers worked on his jeans. He was right, she smelled of lilacs.
She opened his jeans, and urgently pushed them over his hips, until all he was wearing was his white cotton boxers. They tented at the front, and Sam marveled at the size of him, before she had even seen him. She ran her fingertips under the elastic of his waistband.
"Sam, wait…let's take this slow."
"But…"
"No buts, I'm going to devour you."
True to his word, he leaned her back and worked his way down her again. He paused at the snap at the front of her jeans, gingerly pulling them apart before lifting her hips to remove them. She had a pair of pink lacy panties to match the bra he had discarded earlier.
"Yes! A thong!"
She giggled as she wiggled her hips for him.
It was his turn to bite his bottom lip, and he peeled the panties off her hips. He groaned as he revealed the most beautiful sight in the world. After he had tossed her undergarment aside, he just stared at her, at his woman, and the wonder that was her body. She had battle scars, fading but there. He leaned down and ran his tongue over one in particular. They had been reduced to cave men in their first year of working together, and she had been stabbed in the process. The scar was barely visible, but he remembered teasing her afterwards and the little tank top she had worn.
He marveled at her, in wonder and amazement. He loved her. His tongue moved down her abdomen from the scar to the apex of her legs. He paused a moment to inhale the scent of her. Lilacs and woman. What a combination!
He kissed her inner thigh, and she tossed her head back as she clenched at the blanket. He was driving her crazy. Her hips began to move, urging him to continue.
He wrapped his arms around her legs, so he could reach around and open her to him. He leaned down with his tongue to tease her. Her arousal was obvious. He had barely touched her, and he elicited a very strong response. He gave her the most intimate of kisses, reveling in the hint of what was to come.
"Jack, please…don't stop…Oh, Jack."
He took her into his mouth and began to suck very gently. Her gentle moans filled the country air, as he ran his fingertips up her leg. He continued to suck, firmer and firmer, until he placed two of those fingers at her entrance. She was beyond ready.
"Oh, God, Sam, you're so wet," he pushed his fingers into her, feeling her walls begin to contract around him as he began to stroke her with those fingers. Her head began to thrash from side to side, as she tweaked her own nipples, pulling on them, twisting them.
He could tell she was close to orgasm, and he kept pumping his fingers in and out of her, as deep as he could. He removed his mouth long enough to look at her.
She was even more beautiful when she came than he had imagined she could be at any moment, under any other circumstances.
"Let go, baby, let me taste you."
She was always one to follow orders, especially his, so she flooded his mouth, and his fingers became drenched. Her muscles contracted as he lifted his fingers to his mouth and tasted her.
"Oh, Sam, you are delicious!"
It took Sam a moment to recover. She gazed at him, and he leaned down and kissed her, leaving the taste of her on her own lips. She moaned and reached down for him, to pull his hard length in her hand. She gasped at how large and hard he was.
"Sam, you keep that up, and this is going to be embarrassingly quick," he was able to pant out.
He reached down and grabbed her hand, lacing his fingers with hers. He brought her up, and positioned himself in the cradle of her legs.
Reluctantly, he let go of her hand and leaned back on his knees. With one hand he clasped his length and aimed it at her entrance, still dripping from her recent orgasm. What would have usually hurt his knees was now one of the best feelings he could remember.
His velvet tip rested against her, as he leaned over her, straightening his legs. Tantalizingly slow, he pushed slightly forward. She enveloped him, hot, wet heat encasing his most prized possession.
"Ahhhh…" they both moaned at the same time.
He kept pushing until he was fully seated within her. She began to clench and tighten around him, pulsing and vibrating.
"Damn," he swore as he pulled out until just he was barely inside of her.
She moaned, disappointed that he had left her, but just as she realized it, he was pushing back into her. Again he repeated the same motion, building the tension low in her belly. He kissed her as he again repeated his motions, over and over.
He moved faster, her hips grinding him when he slammed back into her. He tried to make it slow, sweet, and loving, but his control snapped when her teeth found the tender flesh of his earlobe. They both became frenzied, kissing and nipping any flesh within reach. Her moans turned to screams, as sweat dripped from his forehead.
The walls of her sex began to tighten around him more and more, until he couldn't take it. He felt her release around him, just as he was emptying himself into her. He buried his face into her neck, whispering, "I love you."
They both pulsed in time with the other, unable to move or speak.
Minutes passed, maybe hours.
They just snuggled there, on the blanket, under the warm Minnesota sun, birds continuing to chirp in the distance.
After an interminable amount of time, he pulled his head up and kissed her lovingly on the mouth.
"Sam, I love you."
"I love you, too, Jack."
"I would love to try that in a bed."
"We have the whole week, sir, but right now, I'm starving."
"Wore you out, did I?"
Sam giggled and nodded.