Sam's eyebrows arched up slightly, but her smile persisted. She leaned forward, hands skimming over their touching knees and resting at her crossed shins, fingers pulling at the fabric of her pants. Jack couldn't help noticing how the chain of her dog tags fell forward, but the tags themselves stayed tucked just under her tank top. His eyes darted down to follow the chain into the valley of her cleavage and across the tops of her tits. That muffled alarm grew louder, but he shoved it away and brought his eyes back up to hers. 'She definitely saw that,' he thought. A small, creeping worry that he'd pushed too far betrayed his rakish grin and he felt a light blush warming his cheeks. Sam reached out, tentatively tracing her slim fingers over the edge of his hand and along his forearm to his right elbow, where she stopped and traced a circle. "Well, I'll be damned, Colonel. Are you asking me to arm wrestle?"
Jack was not a man accustomed to being caught off guard, but the instant burst of goosebumps on his arms and the gasping growl of a "whoa" that escaped his lips by way of his suddenly pounding chest gave him away. At this moment, he realized he never thought far enough about exactly where his little game was headed. He felt pinned by her gaze, her large blue eyes approaching an indigo he'd never seen in them before. It surprised him to discover he didn't mind, for the first time in his life, probably, that he felt pinned down, no cover, completely snared. "Oh," he said.
He was also not a man who took long to recover, and in the couple seconds it took him to silence the now screaming alarms in his head and welcome the high voltage charge from Sam's gaze and her fingers on his skin, he gained the emotional fortitude to bring a large hand up to cup the side of her face and pull her beautiful mouth toward his own.
If he thought the crackling energy between them could not get stronger, it was just one more thing on a long list he'd been wrong about. The moment their lips met, they both felt a shock, a jolt that separated them just enough to look into each other's eyes. "Carter," he breathed, blinking the stars out of his eyes with limited success. He brought his other hand up to push a lock of Sam's hair behind her ear and stroke her face. She leaned into it; he gasped.
She couldn't believe how delicate his touch was. Her fingers spider crawled up the backs of his arms and pushed into the fabric of his shirt against his shoulders. "Sir," she breathed back, and she felt his fingers flex against her cheek, in her hair.
"Mmm… no," he said, dipping his head close enough to pull gently at her lower lip just once, tasting it with small, probing swipes of his tongue. "Not sir." His fingers massaged her scalp as he looked into her eyes again with a plea he didn't know he was capable of making.
She gasped and dug her nails into his shoulders, gathering her breath as he teased her mouth. "Okay, ah… oh! Mmm… Jack?" She practically hissed his name out as his teeth ran along her lip then from her chin and along her jaw. She snaked a hand down from his shoulder and over his chest to clutch the back of his neck.
Jack moaned into her ear at the sound of his name and tugged at the lobe. "Yes; Jack for this. Is that okay?" He flicked his tongue gently against the outline of her ear and began a trail of warm, open mouthed kisses across her cheek to her lips. With great effort, he rested his forehead against hers and looked into her now midnight dark eyes. "Fuck, Carter… is any of this okay?" His fingers twirled in her hair.
Sam didn't wait a beat before pressing her face into the crook of his neck and shoulder and wrapping her arms around him, gripping him tightly with the same ferocity they shared when she'd found him safe and un-blended at Hathor's fortress. In so many ways, she had never left that embrace or that moment-the way he had clung to her, desperate for her warmth and her assurance that she knew it was him. She had wanted to show him the level of her trust-her affection-at that moment, but they'd had work to do. She felt his soft, humming moan against her chest and her neck. He understood. She patted him twice on the shoulder and pulled herself back to look at him. "Yes, Jack. It's all okay. It's perfect."
The growl that escaped Jack's throat surprised them both, but no more so than dexterity with which pushed forward against her, pulling on her legs to accommodate him as he laid them both down, left arm behind her, cradling her perfect head against a patch of soft grass. He hovered above her, gently pushing one of her knees to the side to make more room for him to lie between her thighs. She happily complied and tugged his head closer to recapture his mouth. He groaned into her lips and nudged them open with his tongue.
The continued jolt of electricity this caused only encouraged Jack's endeavor to explore every inch of Sam Carter. He rested the palm of his hand against her left hip and gave a gentle squeeze. Her subtle groan vibrated against his lips and he smiled, squeezing again. He dropped a few short kisses on her lips, chin, jaw, nose, and lips again before she pulled his head down closer and nudged her tongue against his teeth, her hands busy burrowing into his hair and raking down his chest reminding him how she liked to multitask. "Mmm," he opened his lips and tugged her tank top out of her pants, slipping his long fingers underneath where he found the hot, soft skin of her belly and immediately splayed his fingers across and pushed his thumb against the bottom of her navel. He felt her quiver from her tongue to her little feet as they dug into his ass. "Mmm, Carter, " he gasped.
Sam's back arched into his strong, warm palm and fingers as he worked up her stomach at a painfully slow pace, taking time to tickle her ribs and give long, gentle scratches with his short fingernails. "Jack," she hissed, pouting against his mouth. She reached his belt buckle and tugged it just the right way to open. He let out a long, low groan as he felt the button of his pants pop open and a small hand breach the barrier of his t-shirt. Her fingers were obscenely soft against the skin where his belly met his hips, just barely grazing the soft hairs at the root of his now very hard cock. Sam felt the fabric of her tank top being pushed up and raised her arms without question to let it fly free. She looked up at Jack as he pulled it free from her wrists and tossed it aside, gazing down at her lace clad chest with reverence.
"Oooh, my, my, my, Carter," Jack cooed before leaning down to lay soft, wet kisses against the edge of her bra before pressing his flattened tongue against her right nipple and rubbing it against the fabric. Sam gasped. Jack smiled warmly and kissed her nipple again and again as she felt his hand unhooking the bra beneath her. She arched up toward his mouth, moaning. "I don't know if this regulation issue, Carter." He tugged the lace over her graceful arms and dropped a kiss on her lips as he tossed it away.
She giggled and moaned into his mouth. "Mmm are you gonna tell on me, Jack?" She watched his eyes roll back in his head as her fingers reached just far enough into his boxers to rub the underside of his erection and press gently.
"Ffffuck nnnooo," he gasped, thrusting into her reach. "Keep doing that and you can wear whatever you want, Carter." She giggled and gave a little squeeze. "FUCK, Carter!" He shuddered and returned his attention to her tits, now naked and glowing in the light of the near finished sunset. Her pale skin bright against the too purple sky, pink nipples peaked proudly from their perfect round perches toward him. He smiled and covered the right one with his mouth again, moaning as he took it in. He grazed her ribs and stomach with the back of his knuckles on his way to her belt buckle. "Two can play at this game," he said, teeth grazing her nipple before he sucked it back into his mouth.
Yelping was not something Sam was used to doing, but his lightly stubbled chin and soft lips pressing against her nipple as his hand worked her pants open and off were completely new sensations. She gave a squeeze to his dick and moved her hand up to tug his shirt off, hoping to gain a moment to collect herself. "Jack," she gasped, pushing repeatedly to move his shirt over his arms and head. He finally adjusted himself and pulled it over his shoulders, tossing it aside. She gazed up at him, smiling because she could finally admire his naked chest. Her fingers tugged at the waist of his pants and boxers. "These too, Jack."
"Teamwork makes the dream work, Carter" he said with a wink as he pushed down his waistband. She smiled and let go of him long enough to lift her hips and hook her thumbs below her own pants to start removing them, until Jack's hand wrapped around one of her wrists and said "Wait." He had seen a hint of the same lace along her hip bone, and he wanted to deal with that. "Just wait; I lied."
Shedding his own barriers was easy, and he took extreme pleasure in watching her see him completely naked for the first time, hard body and substantial cock glistening in the passing sunlight for her. Her eyes somehow growing larger, bluer, darker. Any doubt that she wanted him dissolved. But he wanted to unwrap her himself. He leaned down and kissed her, hard, pushing his tongue against hers and making sure to lick every part of her mouth. Her hands tangled in his hair and tickled down his front to reclaim his erection. He pressed his lips to her temple for a kiss before somewhat roughly hoisting her hips and tugging her pants off. "Please trust me," he said, kissing her between her eyebrows, on her nose, and on her mouth. She did.
He threw her discarded BDU pants aside and groaned when he looked down at her lace panties just barely covering what he wanted. The blush pink of the fabric matching her throat earlier when he'd started with his bullshit.
"Oh my god, Carter," he said. He lifted her hips and repositioned them enough that he could lean down and plant a wet kiss on the top of her, rubbing his tongue against the lace to make sure she noticed the heat and intention. She groaned so loud he looked up to check on her, but one of her hands behind his head, tangling in his hair told him to proceed. He blew a puff of air against the lace and nuzzled it with his nose. She smelled like comfort, like the most beautiful and cozy place he could ever be. He pressed his mouth against her panties where he saw her clit gently pressing forward and wiggled his tongue, hearing her let out something close to a scream. "Mmm," he moaned into her pussy as he nuzzled her again and tugged her panties down.
Sam peered down at the silver-haired head between her thighs and wiggled involuntarily as he pressed two long fingers above her clit and moved them in a slow circle, dark brown eyes staring up at her. She couldn't hold back the series of moans and expletives as he alternated among kissing, nipping, sucking, and flattening his tongue against her. He brought those two fingers up to gently prod and stroke her labia, and he followed them with gentle kisses. She twisted her fingers into his hair and let her bare feet walk down his toned back as he pressed his tongue and his lips against her pussy with varying pressure and intention and- and need? She shuddered and tightened as he pushed the button inside her and she began to flex and come against Jack's fingers for the first time. He delighted in the stream of screams and swears and callouts to himself and any god who was listening. 'So that's what it's like to taste Carter,' Jack thought, sliding his tongue in slow circles around her clit. He removed his fingers from inside her and used that hand to gently rub her belly as he placed a kiss just above her clit and gave his tongue one more long, slow lick up her slit. She shuddered beneath him. "Jack," she said in a low, soft groan.
Jack rubbed his long fingers against the curves of her hips and up along her waist as he planted tiny, whimsical kisses up Sam's belly, pausing to dip his tongue into her navel and blow a raspberry, which gave them both a moment of laughter before he continued. He grazed his lips against her ribs on each side, up the underside of each breast, on the peak of each nipple, and along the path to each collarbone before he made his way up her throat and to her mouth, where she could finally taste him again, mingled with herself. She wrapped her long legs around his waist and held his head closely in her hands, kissing him slowly this time. "Jack," she whispered.
"Carter." His voice only a rumble, a comfortable suggestion that felt so, so good. He gasped as one of her hands wrapped around him and pulled him closer to her. "Carter!"
"C'mere," she whispered into his ear, sucking the lobe into her mouth and planting kisses against his throat. He took her direction to press the head of his cock against her and allowed himself to push, following her urgent tugs at his hips. Her low, gasping moan of "Jack!" when he was fully inside her almost killed him.
It took a minute for him to adjust to his reality; it took a minute for him to realize the sublime nature of this moment was actually him balls deep into the most perfect woman on any planet. He finally remembered to reclaim the breath from his exhale on the way in and looked down at her. She stared back at him, stars literally in her eyes as they reflected the night sky. He took a mental picture and filed it away, knowing there would never be a more beautiful sight than her perfect face at this moment. "Carter," he gasped; "My god… ohmygod, Carter," he groaned again as he started to thrust with measure and intention. His right hand trailed down her side and landed on her stomach where he could thumb her clit, his left arm finding purchase under her arched body to stroke her back and shoulders. He leaned down to kiss her. Sam's heels dug into his ass as Jack maneuvered himself in and out of her. They soon found a rhythm that worked as he continued to thrust and she swerved her hips in a slow circle around him, groaning as his dick and his thumb both pushed against her needs. He felt the momentum of his orgasm building and leaned forward, twisting his hips and flicking his thumb just this way differently and pressed a ragged, begging whisper into her ear, "Carter… Come with me, please?" Moments later, they screamed to anyone who would hear them as release came, Carter clenching and squeezing Jack's cock as he pumped himself to empty inside her.
Jack felt his regular senses returning moments later, nagging at him to acknowledge them. He pressed a kiss into Sam's forehead and another into her temple, then several more along her jaw until he made his way back to her lips, where he gave a long, gentle pass of his tongue and pull of his lips. His heart fluttered as she returned it. "Carter…" He felt her long legs flex and then relax around his waist.
"Jack…" she whispered, feeling her lips against his jaw as they began to untangle.
They dressed in relative silence with only the very many side glances at each other, smirks and quiet giggles betraying the peace. As Sam buckled her belt, she turned to see Jack staring at her, eyes more heated than they had been even when he was inside her. She blushed again and shared an awkward smile. "Sooo… Colonel," she said, eyes dropping to their feet.
Jack couldn't bring himself to hesitate even long enough to seem like he had thought of it before he enveloped her in a tight hug, his arms pressing her tightly against him and his lips pressed against the part in her hair before he pushed her head back gently to meet her eyes. "So, You know me, Captain," he said. She nodded, curiously. "I've never been much for regulations."
Sam laughed, pressing her face into his chest and squeezing him even closer. "It's okay, Sir," she said with a bright smile. "I just meant I'm pretty sure that's not how you arm wrestle."