Chapter twenty-one

He was going to make sure Sam got her Christmas surprise, but first he needed to deal with what appeared to be one horny Major ...not that he would mind, you understand.

"I'm sorry our Christmas vacation was ruined," Sam told him, her lips tickling his ear as her hot breath wafted across his cheek. Yep, she was in the mood alright, and Jack intended to take advantage of it, even if they were in the infirmary!

"It's not ruined! I'm still with my two favorite women," he assured her and he meant it. There was one thing that he regretted about ending their stay at the cabin. But Jack decided it was not too late to make this one a special Christmas for Sam, even if they weren't going to be alone at a cabin in the forest on Christmas Eve. He just needed a bit of time to arrange a few things, and he could still carry out most of his plan for tomorrow night.

"And I'm with my favorite man," Sam whispered before her lips found his. Jack, who was normally a take charge kind of guy, loved it when Sam initiated their love making. And unless he missed his guess, she was about to show him how a certain Major did things when she was in charge! Sam's arms encircled his neck, her fingers playing with wisps of his graying hair...her mouth moving to his ear where her teeth bit gently on his earlobe...and suddenly Jack could think of nothing else but the totally hot woman sitting on his lap. His worries about planning for Christmas Eve simply flew out of his mind!

No one was around, save for one nurse who was no doubt snoozing in the infirmary office. So no one was likely to see as Sam stood up and began to undress, while Jack just sat there on the armless chair, watching. His only thought, except for how hot this was, was that he wished they had a big bed...or any bed for that matter! Once Sam was totally naked, she stepped up to him and stood between his knees, her hands on his shoulders and her breasts jutting out enticingly toward his mouth. Jack tried frantically to reach a pert nipple with his lips, but each time he did, Sam swayed the opposite direction, chuckling deep in her throat.

"Okay, Sam, enough!" he growled as he reached out to grip her biceps. She balanced with both hands still on his shoulders and lifted her legs over his, until she was straddling his lap. Their lips met again, tongues fencing like two foils jabbing the other in any place they could reach. As her hands found his zipper and lowered it, she sucked on his tongue, letting him win this round and showing him what she wanted him to do to her with another part of his anatomy. His erection sprang up from the opening in his underwear, ready and eager for some Carter action! Sam wrapped the fingers of her right hand around it and squeezed none to gently. She knew how he liked to be held...tight, just like her body when it took him inside.

"Lift up," Jack urged her, and she did, using her long legs to support her over his weeping shaft. With one hand on his hardness, her thumb dragging just briefly over the opening to spread the moisture she found there, she guided him to her hot, steamy entrance, already slick with her arousal. She always got wet so quickly with Jack, that it amazed both of them, and now was certainly no different. Jack's hand latched onto her tits, his greedy mouth sucking in one sticky nipple, as Sam slammed down on his length.

She cried out as she felt his steely shaft stab her to her core. If that had been a knife, she thought, I would surely be dead now. But as it was, Sam was feeling more alive than ever as she rocked hips to the beat of their two hearts. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back, as she hung onto his shoulders for dear life, fighting the dizzying affect he had on her each time they made love.

It was almost unthinkable to her, but somehow having this...having these intimate encounters with the man she loved...had replaced all the other goals she'd had in her life. Oh, sure, she still wanted to give Amy a good life, and that would always be important to her. But now a life where she raised Amy all alone was just not something she could ever be satisfied with...not now that she knew what it was like to be loved by Jack O'Neill! And that he loved her, she did not question. That she would always be enough for him was of concern to her, no matter how much she tried to put that fear out of her mind.

"Thinking too much," Jack murmured as his teeth sank into the muscle in her shoulder. Sam yelped and her body convulsed in his arms as he gently bit the soft skin and muscle. Her hands flew instinctively to the back of his head where they pulled him to her tighter, wanting to never let him go. Sam reciprocated his aggressive move by pivoting her hips once and then again, causing his erection to prod and poke her insides relentlessly, driving both of them crazy with need.

"Rub me, Jack," she hissed, expelling the breath she'd been holding as his rock-hard member massaged her tender passage. Sam fell back away from him, hanging onto his shoulders once again, her head tilted back. Her breasts bounced freely in front of him, issuing a renewed invitation for him to take what he needed. But he also needed to satisfy Sam. As his middle finger easily located her swollen clit, his mouth surrounded a dark pink areola and sucked it in, the tip of his tongue flicking the tiny bud repeatedly. Her milk came, and he slurped it greedily as his finger continued the deft manipulations of her sensitive nerve endings. Round and round went his finger and then over the top as he teased and tormented Sam's clitoris, while at the same time his mouth milked her full breast. Soon Sam was coming, her voice rising to a crescendo that Jack knew would be loud enough to rouse the nearby nursing staff, if he let her continue.

"Shhhh! Sam!" he hissed. Sam immediate clamped her mouth shut, her scream somewhat muffled as she came harder than she ever had in her life. She fell forward against his chest, barely a whimper escaping her full, pink lips. But her fingernails had dug into the skin of his shoulders right through his shirt, leaving proof of exactly how hard she had come.

And now it was Jack's turn. However, his legs were very uncomfortable. In fact they were pretty much asleep, and he really wished hr had a soft surface to lie on about now. "God, I'm just getting too old for this stuff!" he groused to himself. He would never say that to Sam, however. One of his greatest fears was that she would decide he was too old for her, and then she'd go out and find someone else...like that Baker guy. He had to think fast, while Sam was still in the mood!

"Sam, honey, get up and bend over the chair," he whispered, and Sam gently lifted off him, letting his erection slip out of her. Jack got up and stood behind her, looking down at her smooth, silky ass as she bent forward over the little chair. With one palm flat on the seat of the chair and the fingers of her other hand gripping the back of the chair, Sam prepared herself to accept her lover. She knew he could be very forceful...almost violent in their love making at times...and she really hoped this position would work for him. But obviously Jack had concerns.

"Wait! Slide the chair against the wall, so that it can't move." That done, she assumed the position once again and waited for Jack to make his entry into her fluttering, aching pussy. She didn't have long to wait. The soft swishing sound of his pants falling down around his ankles was quickly followed by his hand pushing her legs apart even more. Then his long fingers were spreading her swollen lips, and the large head of his fully engorged cock was slipping between them. Sam gasped as she felt the big, rounded head enter her tight opening. It was always the same each time they had intercourse...she felt like she was being stretched beyond her capabilities, but always it was worth the pain.

Leaning forward with both hands holding her hips in place, Jack furrowed a path into her, his long, hard tool plowing her fertile field. Jack's alpha brain proclaimed she was without a doubt the best screw he'd ever had! But his heart and the gentler side of him told his baser side to shut the fuck up! She wasn't just another woman...a good fuck...someone to use and then discard as he had other women in his life. Jack knew that he loved this woman...worshiped her...realized he couldn't live without her and the sanctuary her love offered him. He was well and truly fucked...in more ways than one...and he knew it. But he didn't care; he knew this was where he belonged...for always.

In no time at all he was coming and swearing inwardly that he hadn't been able to hold off long enough to make her come again. If Sam shared in his disappointment, she didn't reveal it. But Jack had to wonder; was he man enough for this much younger, vibrant, totally hot woman?

TBC