And after two and a half long and not very fun months of several house renovations, their house was finally ready. Jack had to admit Sam had really pulled through. The washed out house was now a state of the art tech home, with gadgets that he didn't even know what they served for. But they were fancy. And most important of all, they had a king-sized bed in their master room. He was very pleased with that. In fact, he intended to celebrate the end of the renovations that night in great style. Carter-O'Neill tradition. Jake was staying with Daniel and Vala. After much persuasion, Sam had finally accepted.
So he was just waiting for her to get home from SGC. Which should be any minute now. Luckily things had been calm in the universe and her transition to command at SGC had been smooth. She was doing more lab work than actually commanding SGC. So she could get home at nice hours and spend time with Jake. And him.
Especially after his unexpected panic attack on her first day at work when he suddenly realized that he was home alone with his energetic one-year old son. And Jack had simply frozen. On their stairs. All the way until she got home and found him, sitting on the stairs with a crying Jake. The completely day was a blur in his mind but he remembered that somehow she had made everything felt right again. And he never panicked again.
He suddenly heard the garage door.
Taking his time, he went to the connection door. She had already parked the Escalade next to his truck. He had decided to buy another truck when they arrived on Colorado Springs. He had also decided to stop drinking beer when Jake was born. He wanted to be in his best shape to raise Jake. So he had started to take more care of his body. To Sam's great, huge surprise he started to eat more fruits and vegetables, although he still he made his omelets with beer. On special occasions. But now he drank plenty of water throughout the day.
He had also bought a stationary bike and started to do 30 minutes of moderate-intensity exercise most days of the week. He had talked with the SGC doctor who had advised him it was one of the best ways of exercise for those who suffered from knee pain. He had also started to walk with Jake, who went with him in his stroller. The doctor told him walking was also a low-impact exercise without putting stress on the knees. He was staying in shape and was proud of it. Sam also seemed to like it a lot. Especially in bed.
"So how was your day, General?", he asked as she entered the house.
"Quite uneventful", she said kissing him.
He grabbed her by the waist.
"Oh that I can change in a heartbeat", he said going for her neck and starting to suck her earlobe.
Surprised, Sam put both hands in his chest.
"Jesus Jack! I'm still in my dress blues", she said with a hint of a smile.
"Right, but I've missed you as hell. Oh and we're alone", he said kissing her again.
Sam put her hands in his hair and pulled his head down to where his lips were pressing hard against hers. "In that case…Let's have some fun", she whispered to his mouth.
He lifted her to sit on the kitchen counter. Without breaking the kiss. His hands started to take her jacket and unbutton her shirt. That were soon on the floor of their new kitchen. She didn't protest, her legs wrapping immediately around his hips and pulling him closer to her, while she started kissing his shoulders. She really liked the contours of his shoulders.
"You up for this?" He spoke softly in her ear. She nodded and Sam felt his hands move between them and to the waist band of his pants. She felt him push them off his hips and letting them pool around his ankles.
He pulled her skirt to her waist and Sam spread her legs wider and gripped his arms for support when he shifted her so he could reach her easier. His mouth fastened on her neck as he found her opening with flawless, languid moves. He thrust forward once, short and slipped the head inside her. She was barely ready for him, but she only gasped in his ear and used her legs to pull him closer.
"Jack…" With a low grown he thrust again and sank more of himself in her. "Oh God… Jack…" He pulled out and thrust again until he was fully imbedded.
He started moving almost immediately, his hands holding her hips for leverage to his thrusts while he kept kissing her neck. She was moaning and gasping, her hands clutching at his shoulders and back while she moved with him as best she could. His breath was hot and sharp against her neck as he kept kissing and nipping at her skin, arousing her to unbelievable limits.
Sam fisted one hand in his short hair, silently begging him to keep going. He was grunting with the effort soon, his hands holding her tighter as he thrust freely into her, deep and long, moving without restraint.
"Oh fuck", she moaned.
She met him thrust for thrust, clawing at his shoulders and neck, gasping and hissing right in his ear and driving him wild. Jack moved faster, harder, pounding her fervently and she arched in his arms, head thrown back. He felt her dig her nails in his scalp when he bent her backwards a little and closed his mouth on a nipple. His lips and teeth sucking and biting gently into her, pushed her the last inch into her release and she came in his arms.
"God Jack!", she cried. She bucked and shuddered in his arms, her thighs clamping around his waist, her hips jerking against him.
Jack didn't hold back, he hadn't held back from the start and he lost control with the first contractions of her orgasm. He pulled her hips tighter against him and thrust deep and hard. He hid his face in her hair, eyes screwed shut and holding her tightly against him while he went stiff and buried himself as deep as he could inside her. She felt him come, felt his release wash inside her even as she was still caught in her own orgasm. The harsh growl he released in her hair as he came, was purely erotic and Sam could only hug him tighter and support him as his body started to jerk against her.
"God…" He groaned, his head falling to rest on her shoulder. "You're incredible…" He was breathing so hard she barely understood his words.
She held him to her until they both regained their breaths.
"Quite the welcome, General", she whispered, a hand brushing softly through his hair. "I thought the tradition was to do it in our bed."
He pulled back and looked at her with a smile.
"Well my dear wife this is just the welcoming gift…", he said kissing her lips.
Sam fixed her eyes on his chest and her fingers as she traced the contours of his muscles. "Oh, is that right? We are having more?" She rested her forehead on his breastbone, smiling.
"Of course we're having more", he said with a smug smile.
Jack pulled out of her slowly and pulled his pants up. He helped her pull the skirt back on and get down from the counter. Her legs were stiff and there was this pleasant little ache in her body that she adored. Because he caused it.
"So what now?" She looked up at him and sighed. She had only her bra and her official skirt.
"Now we move this to our bedroom", he said with a smile.
Sam looked at him with a surprised expression.
"Already? Are you sure?", she asked.
Jack gave her a full kiss on the mouth. He had been waiting for this all the day. He was more than ready.
"Come on", he said. She followed him with a large smile in her lips. Pulling her into their master bedroom, Jack threw her onto the king-sized bed.
"So ready for round two?", he asked grasping her long, blonde hair between his fingers, pulling her forward so that he could meet her halfway with a bruising kiss.
His other hand worked its way around to roughly unclasp her silky white bra. She deftly began to work on the fly of his jeans. Their tongues continued to battle for dominance as he unhooked her bra and shoved it down her arms. She let it delicately fall to the floor at his feet. He groped at her breasts, loving the way that the pink buds of her nipples peaked and hardened under his touch.
Her hands felt wonderful on his legs as she pulled his jeans down over his hips, letting them fall till they lay at his feet. Using her for balance and never once breaking their passionate kiss, he slipped off his sneakers and stepped out of the jeans.
He straddled her legs, in his boxer briefs and socks, forcing her to make a backward crawl across the bed to the several pillows. Meanwhile, he grabbed and pinched at the sensitive skin of her legs and thighs under her skirt.
He gripped the fabric of her panties, instinctively knowing that they matched her bra, and pulled them down, assaulting her mouth with his tongue the entire time. She moaned into him as he let his thumbs press roughly into the delicate skin of her inner thighs, and he instantly decided that he'd had enough of the playing.
"Let's get serious, General, shall we?", he asked.
"I'm all yours", she said smiling and caressing his chest, with a playful hand.
"Oh yes you are", he said starting to take her skirt and her panties. He was right. They were white like her bra.
Then he wrapped his arms around her, sneaking them under her back, hugging her tightly to him and his lips fastened to hers, kissing her with all he had. She moaned hard in his mouth. He started to move his hand, running it down her sides and up again so he could cup her breast, with the other tightened in her hair, holding her pressed to the mattress.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard", he said breaking the kiss and looking at her for some seconds.
Sam wetted her lips and smiled.
"Please do", she begged, wrapping one leg around his waist, caressing up his thighs and pressing on his ass.
He started roughly kneading one of her breasts. His lips closed on her neck kissing and licking slowly up and down, gently pulling her head back and squeezing her breast even harder.
"Jack!" She cried when he twisted her nipple and licked around her ear. He was rubbing softly against the thigh she had moved between his legs, his cock hard, straining the cotton of his boxers, but Jack never stopped his kisses. He moved down, placing soft butterfly kisses over her breast bone and sensually closing his mouth over her neglected breast.
Sam whimpered at the hot wet feel of his lips, his mouth closing greedily over her breast, sucking, biting, pressing down on her hard to fit as much of her in his mouth, teeth sinking in but tongue rubbing sweetly over the nipple.
His hand released her hair and moved under her ass to cup and caress her, his fingers now and then slipping between her cheeks and lower to feel her folds, to push and rub against her opening.
"Oh fuck…oh fuck!", she moaned.
She was trashing under him, her hands pulling at his hair and her legs trying to coax him into getting over her and fuck her. He eased himself off her and got rid of the boxers before he crawled back over her.
He trailed his lips up her legs, belly, to her breasts, covering her heaving chest in open mouthed kisses. Sam squirmed again when she felt his wet warm tongue poke from between his lips to lick at her nipple and felt his breath panting over her heated skin.
"Jesus Jack…", she moaned more, grabbing his shoulders.
He stretched out over her, gently parting her legs with his hand and coaxing her legs around his waist. Her thighs finally wrapped around his narrow waist when his lips reached her neck and again fueled her arousal with soft sweet kisses. He was so soft while being hard and possessive at the same time. Jack's hands gripped her hips and tilt her pelvis up towards him until she wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her ankles behind his back.
"Ready?", he asked.
He had pressed his cheek to hers, her hands holding him sweetly like that, her body spread open and waiting under him.
"Yes", was the only word she whispered.
He braced himself on his forearms by her head and thrust against her smoothly. She felt the broad head of his cock hit against her opening, breaching and stretching her the same instant and driving his entire length inside her in one languid movement. She arched her back and a sharp moan escaped her lips. It was sudden, it was full, it was hard. Jack kept their cheeks pressed, his hoarse breathing huffing hotly in her ear.
He started thrusting fiercely into her. She felt completion surge through her with the first pound of his cock inside her, with the first sound of his breath hitting her ear. Sam could feel her own body accept him, accommodate him. He kept thrusting and thrusting. She held him tightly with one hand wrapped around his waist and the other around his torso, fingers digging in his flesh with his furious moves inside her.
"More Jack", she begged.
His cock was stretching her forcefully, pulling and pushing at her flesh, slipping wetly and exquisitely in and out of her body, driving millions of delicious sensations through her at once. Her body started aching for release, for him to move harder, so hard he'd make her scream. And he did just that. He suddenly gripped her thigh and hiked her legs higher on his torso, fucking her frantically. His hand moved to her breast, cupping her and kneading her lazily, playing with her nipple, pinching and tweaking. His soft grunt of exertion was the last drop to his powerful fucking and she broke.
"Oh God…" Sam cried out while he moved at the same speed, with the same force. The only thing that changed was his face, moving so he could press breathless kisses to her temple and her hair.
"Jack…" She had her eyes shut.
He was grunting with every move inside her and the sound ran down along her spine right to her clit. He moved his free hand under her shoulders to hold her securely and for better leverage as he moved with longer, harder strokes inside her.
"Jack!" She screamed his name.
"I'm here… right here…honey" He was so breathless, his voice shaking and chocked as he forced the words out without slowing his thrusting.
"Jack…" He started kissing her hair, her cheeks, soothingly as Sam started trembling under him. "Jack…"
He kissed her temple and pressed their cheeks together again.
"I'm here. Hold on to me." He whispered and felt her arms wrap around his neck and hold on. He kissed her lips then, long and slow, his tongue playing in her mouth. Sam bucked against him, while he pulled his cock out and rammed himself inside her, long and sure. Again and again. She exploded around his cock in a violently convulsing orgasm that had her arch and jerk, eyes screwed shut, nails dug in his flesh and screaming her lungs out.
"I love you…" Jack whispered and kissed her hair while he kept moving inside her, letting her thrash freely under him. "I love you…"
He didn't last much longer. Her body bucking against him, thrashing, her pelvis moving erratically against his hips had him lose it all. She was too good coming like that, she was so alive it broke him. With his forehead pressed desperately to her damp hair, he cried out through gritted teeth and jerked against her still trembling body.
"Love you..." He cried, heaving exhausted over her, shaking in release before he collapsed.
He was limp and exhausted, but still Jack was able to support himself minimally over her so she could get the air she needed. He gently caressed her aching breast and her nipple, brushing over the mound softly once, before he moved this hand to her head, holding her against his forehead, slowly petting her hair. It took him long minutes to calm, before he removed his forehead from her cheek and kissed her temple, then her forehead, then her lips, all the while petting her hair.
"I love you Sam…so much", he whispered and softly pulled out of her.
"I love you too", she said, her hands hugging him tightly.
He rolled to the side and pulled her with him, moving her out of their wet spot and expertly fumbling with the sheets to get them covered. Sam snuggled immediately to his side, her head on his chest and legs tangling with his. She kissed his chest and rest a hand over his heart.
"I'm afraid, Jack", she confessed after a while.
He was almost asleep but that woke him immediately.
"Of what honey?", he asked, covering her hand in his chest.
"Of this. Of what we've right now. I've never been happy like this. I'm afraid something will happen and it will take all of this from me. I wouldn't bare", she admitted hiding her head in his neck.
Jack sighed.
"Yeah, honey. I know how you're feeling. I've the same fear since you accepted to marry me. I've lived with that dread hanging over me since then", he also admitted.
Sam moved her head and looked at him.
"You have? Really?", she asked surprised.
Jack laughed.
"Christ, Sam. Who wouldn't? I'm much older than you. I'm retired. I'm just waiting for you to realize that are guys out there way more interesting than me. Just waiting…", he said with a strangled laugh.
Sam sat in the bed abruptly.
"What the fuck, Jack!? Tell me you're kidding? You can't seriously think that of me?", she asked in a shocked face.
He looked at his wife. At his beautiful, wonderful, genius and very younger wife.
"I'll get insecure sometimes, Sam. Hell! I'm always insecure when it's about you. I always felt you deserved more than me", he said passing a hand through his silver hair.
She opened her mouth to speak and then closed it again. Like she had changed her mind. She took then a deep breath.
"Jack, honey, I know that for you our age difference is a big deal. Maybe it will be one day, I don't know. Until now it has never been, okay? It's one of the things that made me fell in love for you. And not Daniel for instance", she said trying to make him understand.
Jack's eyebrows drew together as he frowned.
"Excuse me?! Daniel?", he asked. His voice almost faltering.
"I'm just making a point. I like older men, Jack. You know that. I could never fall in love with Daniel because he's about my age. He's like a brother to me. You were never like a brother to me. Never!", she said emphatically.
"Daniel?", Jack asked again.
"Jesus, Jack. Forget I ever said Daniel", she said annoyed. Grabbing his face with both her hands and making him look at her.
"I love YOU. JUST YOU", she said. And then she kissed him passionately on the mouth. Until neither of them could no longer breath.
They were both breathing fast when she broke the kiss, her lips still brushing his.
"You're the father of my son. No one else. You're the man I chose to spend my life with. Until the end of my days. You, Jack. No one else. Look how far we've come, Jack", she said whispering the words in his mouth.
Jack swallowed hard. His eyes were almost wild, burning with desire and need, his breath coming in fast, sharp huffs over her face, his teeth gritting.
"You're the love of my life, Samantha Carter-O'Neill. And I'm so glad we've made it", he said crabbing her head and kissing her again.
They kissed for a long time, tongues tangling, teeth clashing, swallowing each other's groans. The rest of their first free night was spent enjoying each other. Just that. Slow, fast, lovingly, hard. In many ways but always together.