Sam's eyes fluttered open and for a moment she forgot she was on Eleftheria. She expected to see her mother's painting that she kept hung on the wall on her side of the bed; she expected to see a soft light flitting in through the bedroom window on Jack's side of the bed; and, she expected to feel Jack's arms wrapped around her. Sam's brow furrowed in confusion as she realized she knew exactly where she was. The many drapings she'd hung to cover the awful gold of the Ha'tak were exactly like she had left them, the room was still dark with the artificial light being inactive but, something was wrong. Even though she shouldn't she still felt Jack's arms wrapped around her.
Sam shifted, trying to turn so that she could face him but he held her tightly and kissed her neck, just along her hairline. "Hi," he mumbled.
"Jack?"
"Yup," he sighed against her, clearly settling himself in for the night.
"Jack, what are you doing here, you're not due to report for three more days."
"I finished my reports early." Sam couldn't stay still and shifted until he let her turn over so that she could face him. "Hey, don't look so surprised." When Sam's expression didn't change he sighed. "I missed you okay? I finished my reports early and Hammond gave me permission to come on out."
Sam smiled brightly before she leaned in to kiss him. She wrapped her arms around his neck while his wrapped tightly around her middle. Jack ran his hands up her back, trying to pull her closer to him. They finally pulled away to breath but before Sam could blink Jack was leaving a trail of kisses down her neck, gently licking and nipping at her flesh as he moved lower.
"Jack," she sighed as his hands moved lower. He was slipping on hand under her top gently teasing her while he ran his fingers across her stomach. She couldn't help the automatic tightening of her muscles and she knew he was teasing her on purpose. His other hand slipped into her shorts and he kneaded her ass almost roughly while his other hand continued its gentle exploration up to her breast.
Sam pulled his face back to hers, kissing him fiercely and wrapped her leg around his waist. She pulled their pelvis' closer together and rolled him so that she was straddling him. The hand that had been gently teasing her breast through her bra shot down to join his other hand on her ass. She continued to kiss him, trying to show him how much she had missed him. Her hands wandered down to the hem of his shirt and immediately she began pulling at it.
Jack managed to pull himself into a semi sitting position, his hands never leaving her ass until she began to pull his shirt up over his head. As soon as his shirt was removed Jack's hand's were under her shirt and unclasping her bra. In one swift movement he pulled her shirt and bra over her head. His moth went to her breast while his hands returned to her ass. Sam ran her hands through his hair, encouraging him while he lathered and sucked at her breast, while he rolled them back over.
His hands were now occupied with pulling her shorts and her underwear down. He'd yanked them down to her knees in one fluid movement and looked up to find Sam sucking her bottom lip into her mouth. "Trying to be quiet," he teased as he moved his lips to her other breast while he pushed two fingers into her without preamble. "You're so wet," he whispered against her skin while she bit her lip.
His fingers were driving her crazy. He was moving them in and out of her with a deliciously rough pace and she was so close. "Ja-ck," she nearly sobbed. She was so close.
Jack pulled his hand from her as he moved back to kiss her. Sam was caught between enjoying the feel of him on her lips and missing him between her legs. He enjoyed torturing her far too much … Before Sam knew what was happening she felt him. He was there, just at her opening and yet he wouldn't push into her. She tried to reach for him but he grabbed her wrists, placing them above her head with one hand while still kissing her.
His other hand moved down to her thigh, he was tickling her, teasing her again and she tried to shift her legs. She wanted so much to wrap herself around him and feel him push into her. But her shorts and underwear were still trapping her legs. She hadn't managed to wriggle completely out of them, leaving her legs spread butterfly with her ankles practically tied together. Jack let his weight lean into her, trapping her further and barely pressing against her opening.
"Jack ..." she moaned against his lips. He moved his free hand to her clit and gently ran his thumb across the sensitive flesh, causing her to shudder against him. Suddenly he pushed into her, forcing the entire length of his penis into her and Sam tried not to cry out. He swallowed her cries though, still kissing her, draining the life from her in a way that she didn't mind; even if she could barely breathe.
His mouth moved to her breast again and this time he nipped at her erect nipple, squeezing the flesh between his teeth. His hand moved from in between them to her tail bone and he pushed her closer to him, at the same time pushing her further open to him.
She was going insane. She was certain of it. She couldn't touch him with her hands. She couldn't taste him with her lips. She couldn't even wrap her legs around him because of those damn shorts! And worst yet, Jack hadn't moved. His cock was buried in her, she was completely at his mercy, and he wasn't moving. But ohgod , ohgod! he was biting down harder on her breast and now he was rotating his hips in a circular motion, ohgod …
Sam gasped at the pure agony, or pleasure, she couldn't decide which it was. His hand at her tail bone pushed harder and his mouth moved her other breast, giving this one the same treatment as the other. "Oh god, Jack … please!" He finally moved. He pulled out of her, almost completely – and stopped. Sam couldn't wait. She wanted him. Now. And he wasn't doing anything. Suddenly he slammed into her. Hard. Just like she liked it. But now that he was buried in her again he had stopped. This time Sam couldn't keep from crying out in frustration – no longer caring if one of her self-imposed guards could hear her.
Jack released her breast and slowly slid his torso against hers, moving his mouth up beside her ear. "You're mine Samantha," he practically growled against her. "You're mine and I am going to fuck you like you're mine. Hard. And slow. And I'm not going to let you come until I'm ready for you to come, got it?"
Sam couldn't speak, she could barely breath. She felt him rotate his hips again and she let out a low moan. "Yesss …"
"Good." Jack pulled out of her again, and again he waited. He moved back to her breast again and just as he bit down on her nipple he slammed back into her. OH. GOD. She was almost, almost there. But, he released her nipple and she could feel him smile against her skin as he began to nip at the underside of her breast. "Don't come Samantha. Don't come or you'll regret it."
Every time he said it she felt that much closer. That much more like she was losing control and she knew that was his intention. She still kept trying to release her legs but if asked she couldn't have told you where she was or who she was, let alone how to knock a pair of shorts off of her feet. Jack kept nipping at the underside of her breasts, sometimes gently but mostly to the point of pain. Each time he'd slowly pull out of her, wait, and then slam back into her. It was torture, pure, exquisite torture.
Sam could feel tears pooling in her eyes. She couldn't take this any longer. "Please," she nearly sobbed after he buried himself into her again.
"Please what Samantha?"
She didn't answer immediately and Jack pulled out again, waiting at the edge of her entrance again. "Faster … please." She couldn't keep her body from shaking under him as he slammed into her again. She needed him to move faster, she couldn't take this anymore.
"Just faster," he asked before biting on one of her nipples again. He rotated his hips again, this time in the opposite direction and Sam cried out.
"Ohgod, please Jack! Harder, faster please!"
Without hesitation Jack pulled out of her and with a frenzied pace began to pound in and out of her. He released her wrists, moving his free hand to join the other down at her tail bone and continued to push her harder against him as he slammed in and out of her. He buried his face in her breasts, breathing harshly against her skin while her hands moved to his shoulders, her nails digging into his back, encouraging him to keep moving faster and harder.
Jack could feel her muscles tighten, she was so close and he finally moved a hand in between them. He rubbed her clit, hard. Almost too hard and suddenly his mouth was on hers as he swallowed her cry. Her muscles tightened around him almost too tight but he kept pounding into her, kept rubbing her clit. Before her orgasm could end another one started and he emptied himself into her, stilling over her while his cock was buried deep inside of her.
Sam took a shuddering breath and Jack collapsed on top of her. They laid like that, simply trying to breathe while their hands slowly roamed over each other and they gently kissed one another, for an eternity. They were lost in each other; in the euphoria they gave each other until Jack was certain he was crushing Sam. He slipped her shorts and underwear off with his big toe before he pulled out of her. He noticed her intake of breath at the movement, indicating she was truly and thoroughly fucked, before lying down beside her and pulling her to him so that her head lay on his chest. "So … do you greet all your officers reporting for duty that way?"
"No," Sam chuckled breathlessly. "I just like to give a special welcome to the ones that report early."
Jack laughed before he kissed the top of her head. "Did I ever thank you?"
"Thank me? For what?"
"Asking for special dispensation. I don't think I could survive here without that."
"I don't know how we made it months without seeing each other," Sam offered honestly as she continued to suck in breath. "Although now that you're here … we might run in to new problems."
"Such as?"
"Such as, we can only be Jack and Sam inside of this room. Outside we're on duty which means we're Sir and Carter again."
"Which basically means that until we get used to not being able to touch each other we're going to be ripping each other's clothes off the moment we get in this room."
Sam laughed against his skin before she sighed heavily. "I don't know how well that's going to go over. I'll likely be walking bowlegged tomorrow as it is."