Inhibition3
Moira was trying to catch her breath. Hot. Sweaty. Sticky. Inundated with waves of pleasure, of sex and passion. Of John all over her. On top of her. In her. Bringing her wildly, ruthlessly. She couldn't speak. Her lips moved but no sound issued. She tried to relax. Blinked the tears of pleasure from her eyes. Touched his arms as he rested on her. "John?" she squeaked.
He smiled. Lifted his head to see her astonishment, her joy. Her love. Her long brown hair a swirl of color against the pillow. Tangled, sticking to her sweaty skin. He kissed her. "Moira. You make every man rock hard with those luscious, luscious sounds. I can't seem to stay out of you, baby. My sweet, sweet Moira..."
"John...my God...John...you...you..." she stammered softly. Kissed him. Ran her hands up under his shirt, yanking it up as he moved. Needing to feel his bare skin, the coarse body hair against her. "Oh John...John..." she sighed. Pressing her body to his. To feel the heat, the coarseness against her skin.
"Intense, I know. Quick but so intense, baby...you did need it. See? Hmm...I promised slow and sweet, didn't I? I'll have to work on that, Moira. Slow and sweet. Might need some caramel for that. Or handcuffs."
She smiled. "Hilarious, John. Damn...you..." She sighed, relaxing. Enjoying the feel of him on her. With her.
John hid his face in her hair, resting. Shifted his weight slightly off the baby bump. Moira's finger snaked under his shirt to stroke his back. He relaxed, half dozing.
"John? John? Don't fall asleep!"she scolded, smacking his back. He laughed softly into her hair. She laughed. Resumed caressing his back. "Although you did earn a rest, colonel."
"Damn right I did, baby." He lifted his head, smiling. She shifted under him as he kissed up her throat. Across her lips. Savoring, slow kisses. She melted. "Oh John...John..."
"Oh Moira. I love that too," he said into her ear. Kissed along her throat. "Moira...so fucking sweet...oh oh..."
She smirked. "My goodness, colonel, already?" she asked, feeling him becoming aroused once more.
He grinned. "Guess so, baby...nearly so. Moira, oh my Moira." He kissed her. "Let's just have sex all day today. You're under my purview now, sweetheart. All fucking day."
"Okay, John," she agreed happily, kissing him. "Oh John!" she enthused as he kissed down to her breasts again. Down across the baby bump, sliding off her. Gently rolled her onto her stomach. "Um, John?"
He ran his hands up her back, kissing down to her rear. Squeezed gently. "This way now, Moy. On your knees, baby. I want that pert little ass of yours."
She scooted up, moving onto her knees. Held onto the bedposts as he moved behind her. Spread her thighs wide, pulling her out some. "Um, John...John...we, we need to be quiet and oh!" she gasped as he slid into her slowly.
"Fuck...there we go. Hold on, sweetheart." He began a gentle momentum. Hands sliding up under her shirt. Caressing, kneading her breasts. His mouth sliding along her throat as his hands slid down. Over the baby bump. Down between her legs. Fingers plying into the top of her cleft as he pounded her faster, faster.
Moira stuttered in pleasure, whimpers strangled in her throat. She clenched on him, shifting, rocking with his every motion. Rattling the headboard as he thrust, thrust. His groans of pleasure shivering along her skin. His hot, quick breath tickling. "John, John...oh John..." she said breathlessly to each successive thrust, each wave of mounting pleasure. His fingers rubbed, rubbed as she squirmed.
"Fuck! Oh fuck, fuck, almost there, baby...so nice and tight," he intoned, trying to keep his voice down as the pleasure escalated. Abruptly flowered as he sped up, moving harder, deeper.
Moira cried out as the double orgasms hit, rippling hotly along her. A wave of tears clouded her eyes. "John! Oh John, John, John!" She arched, drowning in the pleasure as he hauled her up, back, groaning as he came once more. He slid out, freed her. Fell back onto the bed, sprawling onto his back. She freed the bedpost, slid down to nestle against him. Kissing him over and over. "John, John, you...John..."
He smiled. "My Moira...was that better? Hmm...still not sweet and slow, though. Let me–"
"No! Enough, colonel!" He gently laughed. She smiled, kissed him. "John...I've been thinking...are we having too–"
"Much sex? No. Not at all, baby. Ssh!"
She snuggled, kissing him. "John," she sighed in wonder, "how did you ever keep it up so long? And so quickly got it up again?"
He chuckled. "Hell if I know, baby, but let's enjoy it."
"I...I should get up and get to work," she suggested. Sighed.
"Yeah, so should I," he agreed. "But I want to stay in bed with Moira Sheppard." He kissed her. "Is John junior okay? Poor guy, all this sudden turbulence."
"Your fault," she accused, smiled. Slid on top of him suddenly. Caressed his hair, his face. Strangely serious. "I...I'm sorry, John."
"Sorry?" he asked, raising a brow. His hands sliding down to cup her naked rear.
"I didn't mean what I said. About you. You, you're not like the colonel. Not like that. You didn't mean to exterminate the–"
"Ah. I did. Mean to exterminate. And I am like him. In this regard, I am," he replied solemnly. "I'm sorry, Moira, but in this we are the exactly the same. He eliminated the entire species of ATA Wraith. I did the same with those sub-Wraith. So yes, in that we are the same. As you and I are the same, Moira. Doing what we had to do to protect our child. You're not a monster Moy, no more than I am. Not over this."
"It was wrong, John. What we did was wrong and–"
"And I can live with that, Moira, because it had to be done. I'm sorry you had to be involved. I'm sorry you had to witness it, even cause some of it." He brushed a strand of hair from her face. Losing himself in her brown eyes. Chocolate depths full of sorrow, concern. "You are going to have to live with it too. With me. Because we have a child on the way now. And that supercedes everything else. There is some of the colonel in me, you know that. But I swear to you I will never harm you or our child. I could never do what he did. Killing his own Moira even if she did beg him to do it. I'd rather die myself than do that. And I would."
"I...I...John, you..." She considered, shifting on him, felt tears. "You...you are not like him. Not even in that, that slaughter...I think. You–"
"I am, sweetheart. It's your decision whether or not to accept that. To accept me." He kissed her, drawing her down to him. Rolling so she was beneath him again.
"John?" She stopped him, hands splayed on his chest. "Of course I accept you. If you can accept me, what I did, what I've done, what–"
He kissed her. "All of you, baby. All of you." He ran his mouth along her throat, nibbling. Shifting his body to align with hers. "Every fucking inch of you," he muttered, nibbling her earlobe. Intentions all too obvious now.
Moira responded, but froze. Feeling his cock stirring between her legs. Suddenly becoming hard yet again. Poking her, probing for entrance, for release. "Something's wrong."
"Huh? Nothing's wrong, baby, I can guarantee that," he intoned huskily. He laughed suddenly.
"What's so funny? John, you couldn't possibly want to–"
"Us. Fucking repeatedly, as if we didn't give a shit who knows or overhears us. I love it."
"Ssh!" She pushed, pushed. "John!"
"Hell, no, baby. Seems I need to have another round of your sweetness. Ah, there we go, baby, nice and sweet for your military commander," he said low, thrusting into her with an elongated sigh of satisfaction. "Just let me ouch!"
Moira clenched on him. Hard, nearly slamming her legs together. "Enough, John! Now get off me, damn it, and get out of me!"
He snorted, more amused than annoyed. Moved as she relaxed. He slid out of her, sighed. "Okay, Moira. It wasn't quite hard enough anyway, but it will be. Why don't you slide on down there and take me into your–"
"Shut up! What is wrong with you?" she flared. She squirmed out from under him. Sat and pulled down her bra, her shirt. Reached behind to hook the bra once more. "Damn, colonel...will you put that thing back in your pants?"
He snorted. "Won't fit right now, baby. Why don't you try to make it fit?"
"Shut up! Damn it, John, look at us! You and your fucking cock make me so loud someone could have heard!"
"So? Let them. You know, Moira, everyone, and I mean everyone knows we enjoy lots of passionate, exuberant sex. Knows how you enjoy me and my fucking cock. Fucking."
"Hilarious, John! We need to be more discreet."
"No. Come back to my arms, Moira. Who said I was finished?"
"I said. This isn't right, John. You...you're, um, um, stamina, I mean even at our most exuberant it is exceptional but this...this..."
"Is exceptional, yes!" he agreed with a proud smile. "And when did you say we were finished? All I heard was your pleasure. Over and over. And over." He ran his hand up her back, fingers tangling in her hair. "Fuck. No wonder I can't keep my hands off you, or my cock out of you, baby. You are glowing with it, Moy. I'm all over you, baby."
"John!" She wiggled, pulling back on her panties, her pants.
"Fine." He sighed, slid off the bed and fixed his own clothing. "I have other things to do besides pleasuring my wife. Unfortunately. I will see you for lunch, sweetheart. I want to make certain you are eating properly and keeping it down."
"Fine. Just keep your cock down, would you!"
He laughed at her tone, her words. "As ordered, baby. For now. Lunch. At twelve sharp."
"Okay, John." She stood, moved round the bed to him as he zipped his pants, fixed his belt. Adjusting the clingy gray fabric so his arousal wasn't as noticeable. Moira's gaze was fixed there. Amused and fascinated all at once. Recalling the feel of him in her mouth. The size. The shape. The salty, sweaty taste. The spasms running along the length of him as her teeth scraped and scraped and bit. A surge of desire making her feel hot, flustered. "Um, John? After lunch...um...Sheppard's delight?"
He met her gaze, smiled at her embarrassment. "Fine by me, sweetheart. I'll bring the caramel fudge." He kissed her, pulling her into his arms. Kiss after kiss until he abruptly freed her, left before his cock became any harder, any more noticeable. Not bothering to clean up. Liking the feel of the messy sex clinging to him. Trickling along his cock, his thighs. The scent of Moira on his skin. The taste of her in his mouth. All that messy intimacy on his body. As if she had marked him as her own.
Moira smiled, moved to the bathroom to clean up. Marveling over the sex, the waves of pleasure and possession. The way John had taken all her blame, her anger, her guilt and erased it all with love and passion. She felt she was floating, body thrumming with adrenaline. Thoughts not as troubled as before. A s if the sex had clouded her mind. As if the passion had somehow lessened her own guilt and horror. As if John had somehow managed to shield her even from herself.
She stepped out of the room, presentable again. Clean clothes. Hair pulled into an efficient ponytail. Belying none of the passion although she could still feel it all over her body. See it in her mind as erotic images teased. She walked down the hallway, almost skipping down it as a burst of pure happiness engulfed her.
"Finally," came Evan's acerbic voice behind her. "Have you finished, Moira, or is the colonel going to fuck you all day?"
