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Stargate: Atlantis

Hot Flashes

by Destiny Brighthope

2. Size Matters

(3 of 3)

Warning: The following story caused my beta reader to collapse into diabetic shock. A second beta was called in, but he too succumbed. Get better soon, RoryFaller and Koinekid.

Quickly, as if hesitation would reverse her decision, Jennifer lifted the shirt over her head, kicked off her sneakers, and unbuttoned her trousers. They pooled at her feet, revealing a pair of pale blue satin panties that, with its matching brassiere, showcased her soft feminine curves in a way that left Rodney speechless. He let out a long, low whistle.

Jennifer's head shot up, a scowl twisting her lovely features. Did she think he was mocking her? He wasn't. Far from it. He just hoped his huge grin and barely audible, "God, you're beautiful," were enough to prove his sincerity.

A heartbeat later she was on him, tearing at his jacket and trapping his arms in his sleeves in her haste to remove the garment. Together, they made short work of his uniform. Clad only in boxers and socks, it was clear Rodney could stand to lose a few pounds himself. But Jennifer admired his sturdy frame as if the thought had never crossed her mind.

The nearly nude lovers began a slow exploration of one another's bodies. Rodney slid the bra strap off Jennifer's shoulder and greeted the newly exposed flesh with a kiss. Hugging her close to reach around and unhook her bra, he could feel her stiff nipples poke his chest through the satin.

She groaned in embarrassment, or perhaps appreciation. If the wispy material felt this nice against his chest, he could only imagine how it felt tickling her sensitive buds.

Not to be outdone by the lingerie, Rodney peeled his satiny rival from Jennifer's chest and let it drop to the floor. Her breasts were small but heavy in his hands. He squeezed them possessively, and Jennifer cried out. He smirked. McKay 1, satin 0.

The panties, too, would have to go. He hooked his thumbs under her waistband, then paused briefly, wondering if the lab were an appropriate setting for their first time. Jennifer deserved silk sheets and rose petals, not a cold floor with a folded jacket for a pillow. Then her hand dipped below his waistband, and he decided fancy sheets could wait. Her panties hit the floor. With a saucy look from Jennifer, so did his boxers.

On impulse he reached between her legs to cup her sex. She jumped and seized his wrist. But she also spread her thighs. It was an invitation Rodney couldn't refuse. He caressed her slick folds gently at first, then vigorously when the death grip on his wrist slackened. He thrust a finger deep inside, seeking, searching. There.

Jennifer let out a sudden gasp. Repeating his last motion excited the same response, so he applied more pressure to the spot and began to thumb sensuous circles around her clit. Her sex contracted around his finger. The convulsions radiated outward until her entire body quaked with pleasure.

Eyes that had drifted shut opened as wide as saucers. "Stop," she cried. "Not yet."

Rodney slowed his thumb but kept the pressure on her interior constant. "Jennifer?"

Clutching at the hand fondling her, she spoke through gritted teeth. "I-I want you inside me when I come."

Insistent hands tugged Rodney to the floor and directed him to lie on his back. Jennifer wasted no time crouching over her lover and positioning him at her entrance. Wiggling her hips, she sank onto his shaft.

Balanced against his chest, she moved up and down until they'd established a rhythm. Then she tucked her legs beneath her and leaned back. Her brow pinched in frustration as she attempted various angles. A shudder went through her when she found the one that rubbed his erection against the magic spot.

"Touch me," she barked, her voice husky. She didn't specify where, nor did he need to ask. The combination of sensations quickly sent her over the edge. Shrieking his name, she pitched forward and flopped against his chest. As the aftershocks rippled through Jennifer, her lips formed a tight seal against Rodney's throat.

Her wet lips mauling his sensitive flesh spurred his lust to new heights. Groaning, he flipped his lover onto her back and pushed her legs to her chest, hooking her knees over his elbows. She yelped at the suddenness of the move and frowned at the unflattering way the position displayed her belly. But worry gave way to renewed lust as he eased his undiminished erection into her slippery passage.

He pounded her hard and fast. Each impact against her pelvic bone tore a loud, guttural moan from her throat. Sweat dripped from his every pore, drenching his hair and dripping onto his partner's frame. Both were too far gone to care. Jennifer tried to buck her hips to meet his energetic thrusts, but his pace grew so frantic that she gave up, threw her arms around his sweat-slicked neck, and enjoyed the ride.

With an incoherent growl he came, filling her with his seed, her sheath convulsing in violent spasms and accepting nothing less than his every drop. Easing her legs down, he leaned over her, depending on his elbows to support his weight. He wished to kiss her but was having trouble catching his breath. He nipped gently at the flesh of her collarbone instead.

Jennifer stroked his back, and he raised his head. Her hair was spread around her in a messy halo as she gazed adoringly at him. Her lips were swollen terribly, and his tingled in sympathy. He stretched for his nearby jacket, folded the garment, and slid it beneath her head.

She smiled. "Thank you."

He blushed, for the moment not trusting himself to speak.

"Now you're the shy one?" Gingerly, Jennifer touched the skin of his throat. Rodney could feel the burst capillaries that signaled the formation of a world class hickey. There would be no disguising it at tomorrow morning's meeting.

"Sorry," she said. "Got carried away."

"Don't apologize. Now the senior staff will have no doubt how I and the most beautiful woman on base spent our evening."

His heart melted at Jennifer's reaction to the praise. He didn't know women could blush that fiercely. He lowered his mouth to ghost a kiss against her lips before rolling off her. Lying beside her, he stroked her belly as it rose and fell in time to her breathing. He paused, wondering if she were still sensitive about her supposed weight problem.

But when he searched her face again, a contented smile played over her lips. Rodney felt compelled to break his silence but was at a loss as for what to say. Finally, he muttered, "Jennifer, how do you feel?"

It turned out to be the exact right question. Contentment soared to delight. She spoke a single word before pouncing on him and completing the thought. "Beautiful," she said, and added, before her swollen lips devoured his, "thanks to you."

[end]

Sorry this took a while. I was partway through when the story took a detour. The endpoint was the same, but I ran smack into a bright orange sign that said ROAD WORK AHEAD, and the route changed.

Thanks for your support and reviews. I have another Hot Flash planned. This one will be a single chapter.

Till next time, darlings,

Des