After Zero Hour: Part 4
'Escape'
A/N: Love the Caribbean, which reminds me, I need to go back next year when I have the time.
On a Yacht in the Caribbean (near the Four Seasons Resort, Nevis)
The crew kept the ship in check and took then to a place the Jack requested, but did not let Sam hear. The day was glorious with seagulls gliding overhead and dolphins splashing as they followed then even took the lead for a while. The sun was playing games with the clouds that were large and puffy. There had been a light shower a few minutes after they set sail, but it was gone now.
Sam took in a deep breath of the ocean air and leaned over the side to lazily gaze at the dolphins. She had to resist the urge to jump in and join them in the crystal blue transparent water. "What a wonderful escape from air to sea."
Jack was standing behind her with a Bahama Momma drink for each of them. He watched her smiling at the dolphins and wondered if he had ever seen anything more lovely then Sam in this magical place. He barely heard her speak and took a step closer. The wrap that she had on her waist slightly whisked across his leg causing him to take in an almost inaudible gasp. How easy it would be to hold her in my arms and never let her go, he thought.
The crew turned on a music CD that was of a native band that played in the local clubs and at parties. Sam did not even realize the music was playing till the dolphin she was watching got dive-bombed by a seagull. She tipped her head up and heard the tropical sounds from the CD as if it was just another addition to her fantasy of being in the Caribbean. But it was real and she could not think of another time she had felt like she was living a dream. There is only one thing missing from this perfect dream, she thought. She then wondered what it was.
Jack seen the expression on her face change to indicate that she was thinking serious again; he would put a stop to that. "Hey there tropical momma. Care for a Bahama Momma?"
She smirked for a second and took the glass from him that had a little umbrella and a piece of pineapple in it. "Thanks. Where are we going?"
Jack froze then gradually raised his eyes to meet hers with a smirk that turned into an expression of longing desire. "We're escaping, does it really matter where to?"
Sam was transfixed in his steady eyes that exuded masculinity and power. When she finally spoke in sultry tones, it was with a hint of an answer to his alluring challenge. "No, it doesn't matter." Her voce drifted off then sounded again with the splash of two dolphins in the ocean, "Does that make me a captive upon your ship?"
Jack turned from her to peer at an island filled with palm trees then down to his hands. His eyes shot up to meet hers with a surge of energy that took her back a second with its intensity. His low deep voice floated over to her with a wave of primitive desire that seemed to draw her toward him. "I thought you knew." He paused and Sam had to concentrate to hear the words in his intoxicating voice. "You captured me."
Sam caught her breath and the meaning behind his words and the overwhelming feelings that pulsed through her body. The yacht tipped in a wave that caused Jack to take a step closer to her. She reached a hand out to him in an attempt to steady him. He lifted his arm and her hand slid up his arm to his strong shoulder. Jack then instinctively wrapped his arm around her waist as he noticed her having difficulty breathing.
They stood in each other's arms completely drawn into the moment. Sam noticed his warm breath slightly touched her skin then the ocean breeze swept it away. She wanted his warmth closer. She longed to feel his strength and determination absorbed into her body and cascade over her as the waves of the ocean claimed the shore. Finally, over powered by her reaction to him, she pressed her torso against him, and wrapped her arm around his neck and her other rested upon his chest. Her soft lips gently touched the skin of his neck causing his pulse to quicken. He was becoming dizzy and wondered if it was because of the movement on the water.
Feeling her toned body against him caused his swimming trunks to fit almost painfully snug around certain areas where his body responded to her. He ached to claim the promise her tempting lips offered upon the sensitive areas of his neck. He thought to himself, Does she have any idea the madness she is causing? His muscles started tensing with an attempt to control what soon would claim all his senses and his control. He considered lifting her off of her feet and carrying her to the king sized bed that was below deck. At that moment, he would have sworn he felt a flick of her tongue between her lips on his neck. He lowered his head to claim her eyes once again.
With their lips only mere inches away from each other's, their bodies shook with desire to claim the other person. The expression on Sam's face was of primal need that only the man in front of her could to sate. Jack raised his hand to the side of her face and ran a trembling finger over her lips. To his astonishment and increased torment, she parted her lips and sucked lightly.
The warm moist inviting pressure of her mouth was his undoing. She seen the moment that Jack lost his control, and she pushed away from his devouring eyes and lips. One thing she had not counted on, he did not let her go so easily as he had in the past. He held her tightly around the waist as he continued to press his body to hers. She arched her back and pushed away with a little more force to get her face to a safer distance from his sensual lips. He took the instant to savor hot nips at her shoulder then he seen the questioning expression on her face and released her completely.
Sam seen the agony in his eyes and knew they mirrored her own. He had released her and that was what she wanted, before their actions went any further. But she could not stand him releasing her. Her body pulsed with the desire to wrap around him and never let go. Sam's lips even defied her decision to be away from him. She could not allow her body to be anywhere but pressed to his and took a step closer. When she did, Sam also let out a gasp of need and desire that haunted her expression of longing.
She did not resist as Jack's flaming eyes glared at her when he lifted her off of her feet and walked down the stairs to the bedroom. Sam kept her face pressed against his shoulder and neck. She allowed herself to be swept up in the consuming desire she had always felt for her superior. Safe in his arms, she could be herself.
A trembling moan escaped her lips as they entered the lower deck. She whispered, "General," she licked his ear lobe, "I want you now."
Jack held her closer, "Only a moment more." He thought to himself, yes, only a moment till we are alone locked in a room totally alone. He breathed in the fragrance of her soft hair, and never remembered another time when she was so totally feminine. She could wait no longer for a moment was too long. Sam started digging her nails into his shoulder as she sucked and bit at his neck to spur him on faster to the destination.
He walked into the room and locked the door behind them. It only took a few steps to the bed then he laid her down on the silky expanse. Sam then grabbed at the belt loops of his swimming shorts and pulled him over her onto the bed. In an instant, both of them were consumed with each other's desire. Jack molded his body to hers as she clinged to him with every muscle in her body. All Jack knew was he had to be closer to her, and she seemed to have the same problem.
Their limbs were entangled around one another as Sam rolled over on top of Jack. She sank her teeth into his shoulder and licked with her tongue as her hands reached under his back and pulled him up into a sitting position. She shifted and let her legs slid apart farther, and she found herself straddling him. Jack grabbed her waist and pressed himself against her as she arched her back while releasing his shoulder as he pressed her upward with his hips. She let out a gasp of pleasure as she felt how aroused he truly was as she bounced back snugly fitting to him. At that instant in response to her gasp, Jack estimated how many seconds it would take him to remove her golden bikini and his own clothing. Sam pressed on his chest and he fell back onto the bed. She leaned forward over him allowing her breasts to press against his chest as she wiggled her hips. Her fingers clenched again on him as her eyes went wide.
When Sam lowered her gaze to Jack, she gasped one word. "Pete."
A/N: Well, that does not bode well for the couple on the bed.
Maybe Sam can still salvage the situation. I know I would. "I did not say Pete, no I said spank." (Wishes Pete could disappear or run off with Anise)
Smile anyway,
Leia