Here is the second half of the extra long chapter. I finished editing this today while I sat in the dentist's office. Turns out I need a root canal on a tooth that I didn't even know had a problem. Not looking forward to that! Oh well, at least I had Sam and Jack to distract me.

Warning: more graphic sexy times ahead.

Jack lowered Sam onto the bed, covering her with his body. She relished the feeling of his weight as he pressed her into the mattress, marveling at the way the softness of her curves molded sensually to the hard planes of his body. They fit together perfectly, in every way.

As he nudged her legs wider and settled between them she had a sudden fear that this could be their only opportunity to be together. Every time she'd reached for him, Jack had evaded her touch to elevate her pleasure. He had carefully controlled his every move, his every touch, yet she had yet to truly explore him. If this was to be her only chance with him, she wasn't going to waste it.

Hooking her leg behind his knee, she arched into him and, using her hand-to-hand training, rotated their bodies with a sharp twist.

"Carter, what—oomph," Jack exhaled as Sam flipped him onto his back and straddled his hips. She grinned, grinding against him.

"It's my turn," she said, running her hands up and through the sexy smattering of hair on his chest. Feeling his quick inhale, she scraped her nails downward, lightly flicking his nipples. Wiggling lower to sit on his legs, she tickled her fingers across the chiseled muscles of his stomach.

"As much as I've thought about you doing exactly this," Jack's voice rasped out as he reached for her. "I really need—"

"Hush," Sam batted his hands away while shaking her head slowly. "You had your fun. It's my turn."

"Sam—" Jack warned, drawing out the last letter of her name as she trailed her fingertips down his entire length.

Locking her eyes to his, she licked her lips then lowered her head. She exhaled a warm breath across his heated flesh, palming him gently. Without looking away, she slipped him between her lips, causing him to involuntarily buck beneath her.

A sense of feminine pride filled her at Jack's harshly whispered fuck when she took him further into her mouth. She continued stroking him, flicking her tongue over his head several times before Jack's arms roughly caught her by the shoulders.

She unexpectedly found herself flat on her back with a very intense-looking Jack O'Neill looming over her. Without preamble, his mouth latched onto one of her breasts, his teeth grazing over a sensitized nipple. His fingers found her other breast, deftly tweaking and tugging in tandem to the motions of his lips. She squirmed against the sharp, electric zings twisting her nerves with pleasure.

When she wiggled away and tried to pull Jack's head up to hers for a kiss, he grasped her wrists. He stretched her arms high above her head, pinning them against the bed.

"I need you inside me," Sam demanded, forgetting all about her unease with asking for what she wanted from a lover.

Jack released her hands to grab her thigh and hooked it over his hip, the action opening her even more. With a single smooth stroke he pushed inside. Her inner muscles clenched around him, quivering from the welcomed invasion as they stretched to accommodate his size.

She gasped and arched against him, reveling in the sensation of finally having him inside her. She wanted to freeze this moment forever, but the need to move was too powerful. She arched into him again, tilting her hips forward and back in an attempt to find relief from the building ache.

Understanding her need, Jack began to move. He pulled his hips back then surged forward again, increasing the pace with each measured stroke.

Sam gripped at his back, kissing whatever part of him she could reach. His shoulder, his face, his ear. The delicious pressure building with every movement, but she needed more.

Snaking a hand between them she touched herself to provide extra friction. Jack followed her actions, placing his fingers over hers to learn exactly what would send her soaring over the edge. Within seconds Sam detonated, fireworks booming behind her eyelids.

Jack followed her, his measured pace becoming choppy until he buried himself deep and collapsed against her. She caressed his neck and back as his orgasm sent gentle ripples through her. The pulsing sensation deep inside surprised her. This was the first time she'd ever allowed a lover to come inside her without protection. She hadn't expected there to be a difference in the physical sensation or that she would feel like she'd discovered a missing piece of herself. Tears filled her eyes as the emotions threatened to overwhelm her.

"Sam?" Jack asked pushing up onto his elbow and swiping the tears from her cheeks. "Hey, talk to me. Are you okay?"

The tenderness in his touch made the moment even more beautiful. She bit her bottom lip in an attempt to hold back a sob and nodded her head.

He didn't look like he believed her. Years of obeying his orders gave him more power over her than she'd expected. As he waited, silently demanding an answer, she began to squirm under his sharp gaze.

"Don't do that," she choked out a half-laugh, half-sob.

"Do what?" He asked, genuinely concerned.

"Bring your commanding officer presence into our bed," she smiled affectionately.

"Sam, I'm—"

"Unless, of course, I ask you to. Sir," she added with a wink, causing him to choke on his apology.

"Damn, Carter, that's hot," he huffed as his eyes darkened with desire even as they were clouded with concern. He kissed her lips once more before rolling to the side and hauling her into his arms.

She lay her head against his chest, allowing the steady drumbeat of his heart to soothe her. After several minutes she felt Jack shift and knew him well enough to know he wasn't going to let her tears go without understanding the cause.

"I was just overwhelmed," she answered before he could ask.

He squeezed her gently in support and encouragement to continue.

"I've never been with anyone this way. Skin-to-skin, no barriers, it was—" she started to say.

"Oh crap, I didn't even ask—"

She silenced his words with fingers against his lips. He captured her wrist and pressed a kiss to her palm.

"You know I take birth control and I trust you to keep me safe," she looked into his eyes to ensure he understood she'd knowingly made the choice not to stop. "I just didn't know it would feel special. So intimate. I guess logically it would because the latex provides a different surface-level sliding friction force than skin and according to basic physics principles—"

"Carter," he interrupted, leaning in to kiss away her worried frown. "I understand."

"You do?"

"Well, yeah." It was his turn to look a tad flustered. "Besides you, there is only one other woman I've ever been with without protection. Sharing something so intimate isn't to be taken lightly."

Sam swallowed past the lump in her throat. She was the only person other than his ex-wife to be with him like this. Jack didn't let down his guard easily; that he did so with her--the gravity of that was staggering.

Neither spoke for several minutes, both content to lie in the aftermath of their lovemaking, alone with their thoughts. Eventually, Sam shifted, flipping onto her side and nestled her back against his front. Wrapped in his strong arms, she allowed herself to relax and slipped into a deep sleep.