Chapter 10

He followed her direction as she pressed him to the wall. Responded to the soft kiss she pressed to his lips before watching with rapturous attention as her mouth and body moved lower. She grinned and looked up at him. His fingers threaded through her damp hair as he smiled down at her. His eyes hungrily drew in the sight of her kiss-bruised lips and drawing closer to his length.

A groan escaped him at the first touch of her lips. Instantly he felt a pulse at the base of his spine and a small shot of pre-cum dribbled from the end of his cock.

She leaned back, hands teasing his thighs, and watched as it slowly slide down. Just as he felt that liquid threaten to coat his balls her tongue caught it. His body shivered as she moved slowly up his length. He was captivated by the sight, her lips and tongue -swirling, tasting, teasing- were almost he exact same shade as the head of his cock.

Tilting her head, her eyes gazed up at him as she drew him slowly into her mouth.

'Fuck.' he groaned and dropped his head back against the wall, his hips thrusted involuntarily pressing deeper. He was briefly aware of a feeling of guilt at his action, he didn't want overwhelm her and she was doing such wondrous things without his guidance, but as she hummed, her mouth vibrating around him his guilt faded instantly.

His chest heaved, his fingers threaded gently though her hair as her head bobbed back and fourth, enveloping and releasing him in a slow and torturous rhythm.

Jack felt a familiar tightening in his gut.

'Sam...' he groaned. 'I'm close.'

She leaned back, her fingertips moving up and down his length in place of her mouth.

'Going down on me turned you on?' she murmured in a sultry voice, her breath hot and moist against his skin.

'Yes.' he hissed.

'Jack.'

With a heaving sigh he rolled his head to look down at her.

She grinned, one hand gripping his length and the other reaching between his thighs and stroking his perineum making his cock shiver in her palm keeping him close to the edge.

'Do you want me to take my time?' she asked.

'Sam, you can do what ever the hell you like with me.' he breathed, his fingers moving to stoke her cheek.

His body started to shake at the mischievous glint in her eye. It got worse as her tongue returned to him and began working in tandem with her already well positioned hands.

'God.' he groaned his hand fisting in her hair but he didn't dare interfere with her actions. He didn't feel the slightest bit self conscious about the noises he was making, given the how vocal she had been before, letting him know how much she was enjoying his actions he was more than happy to return the favour. 'Yes.'

Even with the wall supporting him he felt like the whole world was spinning. If it was his world at all. The woman of his dreams was kneeling in front of him, bringing him to heights of pleasure with the taste of her still lingering in his mouth. It seemed more like a dream, like any number of fantasies that plagued him while he slept or taunted him at the most inopportune of conscious moments over the last few years.

She hummed again and he was reminded this was really happening. Carter, Sam, Samantha... she was...

The shuddering in his body suddenly stopped.

He moaned loudly.

Her tongue continued to dance, her lips stayed clamped around him, her grip pulsed around his length and she kept her fingers pressed against him so that she was able to feel every twitch of his cock as he came.

Though barely open eyes, he watched her gently pull and suck at his slowly softening member. Her hands slipped away once there was nothing left, but before her lips left his skin, her eyes meet his. In those depths he saw her love, her desire and a hint of apprehension that contrasted wildly with her confident touches and the purposeful sweeps of her tongue that brought him to climax.

'C'mere.' he murmured, helping her up as he sought to quell that one emotion that didn't belong in that cubicle with them. He held her gently and cupped her cheek. 'You're amazing.' he murmured, glad to see that doubt in her eyes shrink. 'That... that was...'

Next thing he knew her lips were on his again, he smiled against her mouth briefly before kissing her back slowly and deeply. Sweet and salt mixed on their duelling tongues as he held her as tight as he dared.

There was little doubt in his mind, with his body now at least partially cleared of lust, that he continued to shake because he still ached for her. The feeling entirely confused him. He had no idea that it was possible to be this close to someone and still need more. In the last half hour they'd done more than he'd ever dreamed but it just wasn't enough. From the way she clung to him he guessed she felt the same.

He drew back and rested his forehead gently against hers, his arms still tight around her.

'I...' he started but he had no idea how to explain how he was feeling.

'It's not enough is it?' She whispered, the sound barely audible over the sound of the shower.

'You thought this might be enough to stop what ever...'

'No... well maybe...' She stammered. 'But it's just I still...'

'Me too.' he said drawing his knuckles across her cheek. Even after being with her so intimately he was still glad for the chance to touch her and hold her in this simple way. 'God, you're beautiful.'

The wide smile she gave him caused his heart to leap excitedly in his chest.

'You're pretty stunning yourself.'

Damn, he thought feeling a familiar stirring in the pit of his stomach. 'We should hurry up and wash, otherwise...'

'I could go again.' she said kissing along his jaw.

'Jesus, Sam.' he growled, his length twitched at her hip.

'You wanna go again, Jack?' she breathed in his ear before drawing his earlobe between her teeth.

She was right, she was always right, the fire he thought had been quelled sprung to life with fresh vigour.

'I think you know the answer to that,' he murmured against her throat, his hands at her hips holding her body against his growing member. 'But we should finish up, get some breakfast...'

She moaned tipping her head to the side, 'I've waited.' Her hands gripped his neck and shoulders to press her body impossibly closer to him. 'We've waited.'

'Sam...' he murmured.

'Fine.' she growled.

'7pm isn't that far away and we can always have another shower if you can't wait.' he said soothingly as he reached for the soap and began passing it over her body.

'If I...? This isn't helping, Jack.'

'I'm getting you washed up, I thought that was what we were doing now so I'm helping.'

She glared at him but he just grinned at her.

Despite managing to avoid a repeat of their earlier exploits it was later, much later, when they finally emerged from the bathroom. Sam was pretty much fully clothed, wearing BDU pants and a black tank top, but in the interest of ensuring that they had the opportunity for the most skin to skin contact as possible Jack had opted for wearing just pants, his shirt hanging from his pants pocket. They waddled from the bathroom, Jack's arms were wrapped around her waist beneath her shirt, his face pressed to her neck.

They were completely oblivious, still lost in their own little world that was just them.

A loud stage cough echoed in the room.

'Dad!' Sam exclaimed. She was aware of only two things at that moment, a half naked man was holding on to her and her father was in the room. That and the fact that those two things did not belong in the same room.

He could have tightened his hold on her, could have tried to stop her. But the next thing he registered after she cried out that lone word was a bitter cold washing over his body, the concrete floor hard beneath his chest, the sight of Sam just out of reach and in unbearable pain.

After that there was only black.