HATHOR REDUX

Part TWO

She winced, not just at the irritation of her bra on her sensitive skin, but at the circumstances of this, their first joining. Her mind, which she always had trouble shutting down, was rearing its annoying head even now. Why couldn't she just relax and stop thinking for a change!

She turned to look across the small room at Janet and Daniel. They already had their clothes off, and Daniel had his head buried between the good Doctor's thighs. Sam swore to herself, "Shit!" She wasn't sure she could go through with this with Daniel and Janet in the same room, although she could see they had no such inhibitions. And this damned cot was just too short and narrow for Jack and her. But she had an idea that could solve both problems.

"Jack, you know you can trust me, so why don't we go to your quarters? I want to be alone with you." She pulled back and stared at him, sapphire eyes meeting ebony. His face showed no sign of emotion. Just like the guard, he seemed to be in a trance.

"Come on," he said, pulling her up and almost dragging her out the door. She momentarily thought how easy that had been, and she didn't notice the look on Jack's face. If she had, she would have seen him grin for just an instant.

Sam looked back over her shoulder at the two people laying together on the other cot. They certainly wouldn't miss her and Jack, as they were already engaged in the oldest pastime on in the galaxy. From the moans that escaped both her friends' mouths, Sam knew they were both enjoying themselves way too much to notice their departure.

The guards looked at O'Neill but didn't question his right to take the prisoner elsewhere. So Jack and Sam walked quickly to Jack's quarters, where they made a frantic dash for the bed, falling onto it. Jack was the second in command of the base, so he had a big bed, not one of those narrow military cots. Now this is more like it, Sam's brain declared, right before Sam's libido told it to shut the hell up!

Their hands collided as they rushed to remove their clothing, their lips locked in a kiss that even their rough movements could not end. When they were both naked, Jack stopped, taking a moment to look down at her luscious body. He seemed to like what he saw, and soon his head dipped as he took a taut nipple into his mouth, licking and wetting it between his talented lips. Sam's head fell to the pillow and her back arched, pressing her breast even closer to his face. He sucked the entire areola into his mouth, and then let it slip out with a popping sound, only to do it all over again and again.

Sam was in ecstasy, her mind for once unable to analyze what her body was feeling. She could hear a sound, a sort of groaning animalistic sound vibrating around her. It took her a few seconds to realize the sound came from her.

His attention switched to her other breast, one hand cupping and kneading the soft, silky mound as his other hand glided down over her tummy and in between her legs. Without thought she opened her knees wide, allowing him room to fit in between her spread thighs. Once he was settled, his mouth took up its preoccupation with her breast once again, as his free hand began to explore her folds, slipping easily through them. She was wet, so very wet. She had been wet since Jack had first kissed her in the holding cell, her fluids having soaked the crotch of her panties.

By now her precious moisture ran down her labium and onto her inner thighs, tickling as it crept across her anus. Jack smeared it over her tender flesh, working his long fingers into every crack and crevice. His talented fingers edged closer and closer to her entrance, circling the soft, slick flesh with gentle pressure. Slowly his two middle fingers entered her just to the first knuckle, circling and stretching her ever so slightly. Round and round they went, slowly sinking into her. His eyes were now watching her face as her body writhed under his. Her cheeks and neck had taken on a rosy glow as her climax neared.

Sam's hips began to lift and gyrate as she fucked herself on his fingers. She desperately wanted to come, but she knew she'd need something more to push her over the edge.

He must have been a mind reader, for just when she thought she would go mad, he began rubbing the little patch of rough skin just beyond her opening. In a few seconds she convulsed, experiencing her first G-spot orgasm ever. She screamed his name plus a litany to any god who might be listening, the words spilling from her lips as her vaginal walls rippled and spasmed.

So good was the feeling that she immediately wanted more from him, more of him. Not wanting to come down from her high, she pulled his hand away from her cunt, at the same time tugging on his hair which was clutched tightly between the fingers of her other hand.

"I need you," she begged, urging him to align his body with hers. He did as she asked, resting his weight mostly on his forearms, his elbows next to her chest. He was dotting kisses on her face and neck as she reached down between them and wrapped her slender hand around his heavy cock, guiding the tip to her opening. Jack let out a startled grunt at feeling her hand on him for the first time.

"Fuck me now!" she cried, not able to wait another minute to feel his long, thick shaft penetrate her. He was big, and she guessed this might hurt, at least at first. "Hurts so good," she thought, recalling the line from an old favorite song. She raised her hips for him, and he pressed into her, the glans of his penis spreading the entrance to her hot, tight channel. She cried out and Jack let out a growl through gritted teeth, the veins in his neck standing out.

Sam felt his cock begin to enter her, and she involuntarily held her breath, tensing her muscles. This was something she had dreamed about and feared for quite some time. She was about to fuck her CO, and the enormity of the act was almost too much for her to contemplate. Her mind, rearing its ugly head once again, began telling her that this was wrong; they shouldn't be doing this!

Jack had pulled back and then stopped, the glans of his swollen penis resting just inside her opening as though he was waiting for some sign from her. Or maybe, she worried, the drug is wearing off and he realizes the enormity of what we are about to do.

"Jack, what's wrong? You still want to do this, don't you?" She waited what seemed like an eternity for his answer, his eyes locked on hers. She could clearly see Jack's pupils; they were not huge like they had been earlier. He knew she could tell that he was no longer under the influence of Hathor's drug, and suddenly his facade cracked.

"God, yes, I want to! I think I've wanted to make love to you since the first day we met. I just didn't know if you wanted to take the risk. Carter, I know how important your career is to you. And frankly I'm not sure I'm worth it. Are you sure about this?" he whined.

The sweet, unassuming man had called it 'making love', not 'fucking or screwing' like her ex-fiance had so callously put it. And in that instant her mind embraced what her heart already knew; he cared for her and respected her as much as she cared for and respected him.

Sam's heart soared freely at her mind's enlightenment. And in that instant she made the decision for both of them, basing it on the premise that now seemed so obvious to her; in the grand scheme of things, love was all that truly mattered!

"You are worth so very much more than you'll ever know, Jack. And yes, I'm very, very sure. Now make love to me, and then we'll go save the world again!"

FINI

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