Warning adult situations ...
Supporting Rumors - Part 66
Silently they moved to the bedroom, Sam's hand on Jack's shoulder as they moved together.
She realized that Jack was nervous, hell, so was she … and as he brought the chair beside the bed, she leaned in, kissing him thoroughly, before stepping backwards to allow him to transfer himself onto the bed.
The tingling anticipation she felt wasn't diminished as she waited until he was comfortable then began to help him undress, stroking and kissing, murmuring how much she loved him, keeping full contact with his eyes.
When he was fully undressed she moved back from the bed and undressed herself slowly, teasing him gently, before moving alongside him.
He gently urged her to sit on him as he stroked her body, the kisses beginning to lose their softness as the passion rose.
Sam felt almost breathless as she ground against him, the thudding of her heart in tune with the thrumming of her body, her senses very much alive and singing, - no - crying out for him.
His hands were never still, his long fingers stoking her body to its penultimate desire, promoting the ultimate …
Jack's breath caught in his throat as she moved against him and Sam's desire raged, the fire burning, her lips searching and her mouth tasting him, stirring the intensity. Her body arched against him and she stifled a sob as he tore his mouth away from hers.
His eyes flickered down, unable to keep the contact, his long lashes closing off her reflection.
"Jack?" she whispered.
He silently brought her hand between them and she realized what had caused him to draw away.
She leaned in closer, placing soft kisses upon his closed eyes, her hand not still, but though the spirit was willing – the flesh was certainly weak.
She continued to move against him, stroking and talking softly, her lips against his. "It's okay, Jack, look at me."
It took a couple minutes before he raised his eyes to hers, but before he could speak she sealed her mouth to his, kissing him thoroughly before moving back, just a little.
"There are other ways we can …"
Jack tried to smile. "I can take care of you."
"I meant … there are ways to sustain and we don't need to wait for drugs or anything ..."
Jack frowned. "What?"
"There are ... you know what about the … extra stimulation?"
Jack's frown turned to puzzlement.
Sam sighed. He could be so frustrating at times … not to mention how frustrated she was feeling… "Jack, honestly … the leaflets … the books …" He gazed at her solemnly, his expression quite blank. "Anal stimulation." There – she had said it and by the look on Jack's face he understood what she was saying. The problem was, she hadn't anticipated his reaction. His pale expression showed something very akin of disgust.
"No way."
Sam didn't understand why Jack was acting like this. He'd never struck her as uptight, usually being quite adventurous in their lovemaking, but his reaction went beyond plain disapproval.
"Jack, I won't hurt you. It can work … the counselor said that …"
"You were discussing our sex life with him?"
"No - yes - not what we had before, but what might happen now," said Sam firmly.
"He told you I would be impotent?"
"You're not impotent honey, just …"
"Can't keep it up," he responded bitterly.
"It's a perfectly normal reaction, Jack. You've been through a hell of a lot and your body is under tremendous stress. How do you expect it all to cope? I know you've read the information they gave us and that this might happen. We can work through this together." She began to place soft kisses on his neck, leaning against him. "Come on – let's at least try."
He struggled a little, pushing her away.
"No a … no."
Sam was genuinely shocked at his reaction. "Jack?"
"Anything but that, Sam – anything."
Sam slid off his body, but didn't turn away. She brought the bed cover over them both and she cuddled close, insinuating herself beneath his arm, her head on his shoulder. She brought her leg over to lie across his, her hand stroking his stomach, trying to soothe him.
"Talk to me."
Jack took a shaky breath, but remained silent.
"Your promise," she reminded him.
She felt him nod his head.
"I … I just can't, Sam."
"It won't hurt. You might even enjoy …"
"Iraq."
The one word stopped Sam cold. Her scalp prickled. That one word he uttered with such anguish made her heart bleed. She managed to resume the gentle strokes on his stomach, but her own was recoiling in sympathy for him.
He drew another shaky breath. "Please, Sam, I will do anything for you, anything, but not that …"
Sam understood then what the counselor had inferred when he said that they would need extreme patience in the handling of her husband under certain circumstances, given his history.
"It's okay, Jack, I understand. We don't have to do anything you aren't one hundred percent comfortable with." She moved her hand lower, and she felt the sharp intake of his breath, however her hand continued down to his knee and she began to gently stroke it, placing kisses on his chest.
"Let's just enjoy each other. We don't need to make love. Let me enjoy you."
Jack didn't answer and Sam took that as a go ahead. She moved more across him in tiny increments, her hands never still, and as her lips found his, his hands began to return the motion and stimulate her flesh.
For several minutes nothing else existed, no thoughts, no recriminations, nothing, beyond the touch and taste of each other. Jack murmured something into her mouth and she presently drew back to let him speak.
"You taste so good, feel so good …"
Sam smiled and continued with her hands.
"Oh, God, sooo good, missed you sooo much."
He captured her lips again pulling her against him tightly…
Suddenly his hands gripped her arms with bruising force. "Christ," he moaned. Sam drew a sharp breath and he quickly let go as he realized he must have hurt her. "Oh God, I'm sorry … don't let go, Sam, don't let go."
Sam clung onto him as soon as she realized what had startled him. She moved her body slowly, feeling him beneath her and reveling in the hard strength, so familiar and so so longed for. Then, with a fierceness born of passionate desire, she drew him into her. As their flesh met and mingled she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his, her tongue searching and tasting, searing and stoking their desires into a molten furnace … giving him no chance of further thought … only feelings … encapsulating, encompassing all their emotions and cravings … into the simple act of love.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
TBC
