Author's Notes: Remember to skip this chapter if you don't like the Explicit lovemaking stuff.
He leaned in, his hand at the side of her neck while he kissed her slowly, sensually, taking his time. Distracted by his languid kiss, she barely felt his other hand drift around her back and unclasp her bra. When she felt the material loosen around her, she dropped her arms and he looped a finger around one of the straps, pulling it down and off effortlessly. Separating from the kiss, he leaned back and looked down at her full breasts, eyes dark and lips parted, "So beautiful."
Sam felt herself flush as he used the back of his fingers to trace the curve of them, before flattening his hands and sliding them down her stomach, lightly over her bruised ribs. He brought his hands to the button of her jeans and snapped it open. Pulling the zipper down, he tucked his hands inside the back of the waistband, using the backs of his hands to pull them and her underwear down together, his hands gripping her ass as the material dropped to her thighs.
He bent his head to her neck, kissing the pulse of it while he massaged and squeezed her ass. She closed her eyes and felt her breath quicken at the sensation, only to open them in surprise when he used his grip to pick her up, sitting her on the edge of the sink. His head was now in line with her breasts, and she heard a low growl as his mouth captured a hard nipple quickly. She let out a low moan as he swirled his tongue around it. And when he flicked it quickly with the tip of his tongue and sucked it into his mouth, she felt a flash of heat run through her, making her gasp.
While he used a hand to massage her other breast, his other hand drifted down to pull her jeans and underwear off the rest of the way, letting them drop to the ground. Her fingertips were in the soft hair at the nape of his neck, as she closed her eyes and arched her back, pushing her breasts against his needy mouth. She heard him grunt and watched as he switched sides, swirling his flattened tongue around her other nipple before flicking and pulling it into his mouth. She felt another flash of heat and knew she was wet...God it felt so good.
Then his lips and tongue were trailing down her cleavage. She leaned back, bracing herself with her hands behind her, as he kissed his way down to her stomach. Opening her eyes, she bit her lip as he bent over to kiss her bruised ribs tenderly before licking his way back up the length of her body to her mouth. His lips captured hers as his hands grazed the outside of her thighs, over her bruised leg and all, before riding back up her torso, up to her shoulders, and down her arms.
When he got to her hands, he pulled away from the dizzying kiss. Taking her wrapped hand in his, he pulled at the gauze, unwrapping it gently before kissing it. Then he leaned over and grabbed her ass again, picking her up and setting her down gently in front of him with a soft smile. Taking her hand, he encouraged her to step into the shower in front of him. When she did and turned around, she watched as he undressed himself quickly, kicking his clothes off to the side before stepping in. Once he was inside, she looked over the length of his body, her eyes gravitating lower and lower. He was sprung tight against his stomach and the size of him made her stomach clench. She could feel herself getting wetter by the moment, just seeing the effect she was having on him. It was true, he didn't seem turned off by the bruises at all and she felt her confidence returning as he stepped toward her.
When her eyes came back up and met his, he was smiling, "Everything okay?"
She blushed and smiled back, "Just admiring the view sir."
His smile faded and a lusty one replaced it as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her in the water stream, his tongue feeling like silk as it swirled around hers. When he pulled away, he leaned his forehead against hers and gave her a lazy smirk, "Damn Carter, how are we every supposed to get clean if you keep distracting me?"
She laughed as he straightened and grabbed for the shower gel. As soon as he popped the lid, she inhaled the fresh rainwater scent she always associated with him. And as he squeezed it into his hand, she felt her stomach flutter at the thought she would soon smell like him. He lathered the gel in his hands and started at her neck, massaging it in as he moved down over her body. Arching her back as his hands massaged her breasts, she couldn't help but moan when he tweaked her hard nipples with his fingertips; now extra sensitive from his earlier tongue play.
When his hands got to her thighs, she lifted her leg, bracing her foot on the lip of the tub. He re-lathered some more gel, and took his time over her thighs and calves. Picking up each leg at the calf to wash her feet. He turned her around and washed her back in broad circles, using his strong hands to massage the back of her neck and her tight shoulders. Once he was done with her back and gave her ass a squeeze, he pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her like he had that first night. Bending his head, his lips went to her ear, and this time he kissed just below, pulling her lobe into his mouth gently.
She tilted her head and melted back into him as the hand that was wrapped around her waist slid down in between her thighs. When she felt his long fingers press slowly into her soaking folds, she moaned. His mouth released her lobe as his fingers slid back and forth, delving in deeper, "Fuck Carter, you're so wet," he huffed against her ear. She lifted her leg, bracing her foot on the lip of the tub again to open herself up wider for him. He pulled his wet fingers up and swirled slow circles over her swollen clit, "Oh God," she groaned.
When one of his fingers dipped back down and entered her, she gasped, clenching around it instinctively. He groaned into her neck, damn she was tight.
He was too good with his hands, but she already knew that. She should've known he'd be able to make her come apart so easily with those long capable fingers of his. But, she ached to feel him inside of her first. Grabbing his wrist, she felt him still as he opened his eyes. "I want to wash you now."
He breathed a sigh of relief as he slowly pulled his finger out of her. She turned in time to see him put the digit in his mouth and suck it clean. "Mmmm," he smiled as she shook her head and flushed…trying not to reveal exactly how much that turned her on.
She turned him and grabbed the gel as he wetted his hair back. Taking the same path he had, she started at his neck and then down his tight chest and firm stomach. Taking her time as her fingertips traced his scars. There was something intimate about the fact that she had been there to see most of those injuries take place. It also saddened her knowing she hadn't been able to do anything about them. All of that pain and suffering he had gone through.
"Hey." He grazed the back of his fingers down her jawline and she looked up to see the concern in his eyes.
"All of the times you've been hurt, and all I could do was watch." She whispered, her eyes watering as he leaned down to kiss her.
"I know how you feel you know," his voice was low and soft as his hand drifted down to caress her neck. "Not being able to stop things...," he looked down, his jaw clenching as it looked like a certain memory came to mind, "has torn me apart...woke me up at night. I hate it." He leaned down and brushed his lips over hers, needing the contact. "And not being able to be there for you afterwards," he shook his head, "Almost worse. You don't know how many times I've started driving over..." He searched her eyes, his fingertips drifting through her hair at the back of her neck, "I know I can't control what happens next. But I want to be here for you after, from now on. To change your bandages, to cook you breakfast." He cocked an eyebrow and smirked, "To distract you with my witty sense of humor." She looked down and let out a little laugh as his smile slowly faded away, "I want to be here for you Sam…If you'll let me."
She smiled and nodded, wondering how she got to be so lucky. How she almost let him slip away.
After a long hug and some gentle kissing, she continued washing him, bending down to wash his thighs, calves and feet. When she turned him around and massaged his back, his hands went to the wall of the shower in front of him as he groaned. She spent extra time on his back and shoulders, before drifting down to his tight ass. Squeezing and massaging the six she had enjoyed watching for years, she smiled and made a "mmm" noise, making him chuckle. Finally, she re-lathered and wrapped her hands around his waist.
As soon as she wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft, he groaned and she felt him twitch. She smiled as she started to stroke him slowly as her other hand cradled and massaged the tight skin below. He leaned back into her, moving his hands to the sides of the shower as she stroked him slowly. When she stretched her thumb out and rode it up his slit on the next stroke, he grunted and grabbed her wrist, turning into her. "Okay, that feels way too good."
She smirked as her hand covered him again from the front, the water washing off the soap. "I'm not done." Before he could react, she knelt down and put her mouth over him. "Ah, shit!" His body tensed as he tightened his grip on the shower walls. The next thing he knew she was stroking him with her mouth and her hand, flicking the slit with her tongue and sucking the head on every pass. He felt himself release a little and when she stopped and licked it up greedily, he grabbed her under the armpits and pulled her up. Another stroke or two like that and he would've been a goner.
Wrapping his hand around the back of her head, he turned her, and pressed her against the wall with his body, trying to calm down. "Jesus," he breathed heavily against her ear.
He watched as she licked her lips and hummed. Then smiled and shook his head in disbelief, "You are unbelievable." He kissed her neck, "We should take this to the bedroom."
"Nope," she wrapped her arms around his neck, her voice low and seductive, "I warned you what would happen if you touched me like that again," she rimmed his ear with her tongue, before whispering, "….and I want you right here, right now."
He groaned, dipping down to grab her leg behind the knee and pulling it up quickly. Her bruised leg was the one supporting her, but the way his body had her pressed up tight against the wall, she felt like he was bearing most of her weight. He pushed his arm forward, and braced his hand against the wall, leaving the back of her raised knee resting on his forearm.
She moaned at the sensation of being wide open, just waiting for him. His head was next to hers and he leaned back to look at her, "Are you okay?" he asked huskily. Realizing he meant her leg and ribs, she looked at him and smiled, "Yes sir," she purred.
His jaw clenched as he guided himself to her opening. As soon as his head delved through her wet folds and breached, she gasped and he moaned. She was so tight, he had to pull out a little each time, so he could sink in a little deeper on the next thrust. "God you feel so good," he breathed shakily in her ear, his heavy breathing matching her own, and within two more slow thrusts, he buried himself deep inside of her. Her head tilted back as her fingernails dug into his back, "Oh Fuck!"
He would've smiled at her rare curse but he was too busy trying not to come; the slight pain from her nails and the feeling of him deep inside as her walls clenched around him, brought him to the brink. He had to wait until the feeling subsided before he could start thrusting again, already knowing she felt way too good for him to be able to last long.
He started slowly, with long thrusts, kissing her neck as she moaned. He felt so good, feeling every inch of him gliding inside, stretching her, filling her. She couldn't help clenching around him every time he plunged all the way in; trying to hold onto him and wanting it to last forever. With every thrust, he was grinding against her clit and it didn't take long until she felt the coiling in her center. She inhaled sharply at the pins and needles sensation shooting up her spine, "Oh, I'm going to come." He grunted, just hearing her saying the words brought him past the turning point; he was going to be right behind her.
Picking up the pace, he began thrusting harder and faster, and had her gasping with each thrust, until he felt her body tighten and watched her mouth open and eyes slam shut. "Oh God Jack!" He closed his eyes at the sound of her gasping his name, convinced it was the hottest thing he'd ever heard. That was until she came. With the next hard thrust, her whole body shook as she shattered against him, clenching and pulsing around him as she let out a loud shaking moan. The sound sent chills straight down to his groin and pulled him over the edge. "Christ Sam," he moaned and with two more thrusts, his legs trembled as he emptied into her; his loud yell unrecognizable to him as it echoed off the shower walls.
He managed a few more long hard thrusts until he felt the quivering of her walls around him stop. Staying inside of her, he let her leg go gently and braced his hands against the wall above her for support; his legs still trembling. She wrapped her arms around him and bent her head into his neck as he stayed pressed tight up against her. "Damn," he muttered, breathing heavily, his forehead resting against the tile wall. He turned his head to her, his voice soft, "Are you okay?"
Was he kidding? She'd never come so hard in her life; she was literally weak in the knees.
Knowing he probably meant injury-wise, she couldn't help the warm fuzzy feeling that came over her every time he expressed concern for her; It was endearing and she loved it. She loved him.
She smiled against his neck, catching her breath, "Mmm, better than okay. You might be stuck with me." She rocked her hips against him, causing him to slide a little inside of her, and earning a low groan from him. He leaned back to look at her, chuckling lazily, "Sweetheart, you've been stuck with me for years…you just didn't know it." He cupped her cheek with his hand, and grazed her bottom lip lightly with his thumb before leaning down and replacing his thumb with his lips, kissing her languidly. When he pulled away, his dark eyes gazed into hers lovingly, "Have I told you how unbelievable you are?"