When she opened her eyes, Sam was sitting in a tunnel. Dark and dreary, a cold draft of air skimming up her legs and along her torso as the shadowed stoned walls curved up and over her.

Ian was there. It took her a second to make him out, but there he was.

Wearing his suit. Sitting on the dank floor across from her, maybe ten feet away. Knees bent, his head hung low, hiding his face from her. His long arms wrapped around them as he spoke, the low whisper echoing off the walls. It was a loop of words on repeat. She strained to hear but there was no hope without getting closer.

Before she had a chance, there was a rustle of fabric, movement as he shifted. And she could see the shadow of him rolling onto his knees. But it wasn't until his head lifted, that she saw his slashed throat. His eyes filled with blood. A panicked noise left her lips as she scrambled back away from him, stopped abruptly by the curved wall behind her. Turning her head side to side, she looked for another escape route.

But it was no use, the ends were sealed off and collapsing, closing in around her. Terror filled her lungs as he began crawling towards her. Only then could she finally make out the words as they got louder and louder…clawing into her skin. "My, won't you be fun to tame."

Her throat closed as he laughed. An overwhelming fear clamping its hand over her mouth, holding her hostage. She was trapped. She couldn't scream. She couldn't fight.

Suddenly, everything blurred around her as something delicate touched her shoulder, her forearm, her hand, startling her. It was warm and soft. Alien to the environment.

But it felt good, comforting. And she opened herself up to it as her dark surroundings dissipated like a fog. No tunnel. No signs of Ian. Forgotten immediately as the warm touch pressed over her ribs. Then she could smell him. Hints of citrus and mint from the soap and shampoo. The unmistakable masculine musk that was all his own.

Jack.

Her mind was pulled from the nightmare as the rest of her senses came alive. Feeling the soft mattress at her back, the warmth of his body between her legs. Moaning softly at the next soft contact as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the swell of her breast.

A smile teased her lips, refusing to open her eyes just yet.

"Hey." His breath skirted over her nipple. It hardened immediately.

"Hey." Her unused voice crackled as he landed another slow kiss into the raised pink skin around her taut bud.

"This okay?" She felt a hand still at her hip until she nodded her response.

"Mmhmm."

His hard body slinked up further between her thighs and she bent her knees, splaying them wide to make room for him.

There was a deep contented rumble in his chest as his sinful lips enveloped her peak slowly. Her soft gasp unavoidable as he created a soft seal around it. His hot silky tongue laving at the center, curling around one side and then the other as she squirmed from the fixated attention. A rivulet of heat slipping through her core.

When he sucked the wet bud into his mouth, the fingers at her hip tightened, his thumb pressing into the shallow dip there.

Her moan leaked through her parted lips as she arched into him, the suction and pulling driving her mad.

"Jack…"

He responded to the whine of his name with a deep growl, and she felt it reverberate through her swollen nipple as he sucked and pulled again...harder this time.

Her body instantly flushed hot with need. And when he switched nipples, sweeping it up fast with a grunt, she felt the invisible string between her nipples and clit catch and tug.

She felt herself drip and pulled her lip between her teeth to keep from crying out for more as her walls contracted, aching to feel him deep inside, stretching her…filling her.

Anxious to see his face, she opened her eyes. And found his waiting for her; dark and intense. Transfixing. Not quite at the domineering level of her Colonel, but pretty goddamn close.

Deep down she knew she could have him if she wanted. A few words with the right tone and in a matter of seconds he would be sinking inside of her, driving her into the mattress with reckless abandon until she came around him.

But as he grazed his teeth over his latest conquest and flashed her a wicked smile over the top of it, she decided she wasn't ready just yet. More than happy to experience this uncharted middle ground, teetering somewhere between rough and sensual.

A parting flick of his tongue and he re-positioned, pushing his weight back on his shins, his knees butterflying out under her spread thighs. Looking down, she caught a glimpse of his hard length before he leaned back over her, thick and shiny. She ached to swirl her tongue over the broad head and lick it clean. He must have sensed it.

"Don't even think about it." The hint of humor behind his rumbled words pulled her eyes to his as his toned chest blocked out her view, his hands gripping the underside of her ribs possessively. He shook his head slowly, his signature smirk creating a tightly wound ball of want in her belly and making her smile.

"Not even a little taste?"

A soft chuckle. "Not a chance."

Then his lips were on her. Long, drugging kisses along the underside of her breasts, and over her sternum. His soft lips lingering over the expanse of her ribs, liquifying her.

Smirk gone; he was all business now. His tongue peeking out to get a taste of her on each kiss as he eased his way down her body. She flushed at the thought of him discovering how wet she was, and could feel the heat pooling even more between her thighs as she wondered what his reaction might be.

When her hips jerked slightly as his warm lips neared her navel, she expected a smug smile from him. But when his eyes flicked up, all she saw was raw hunger, in its purest form. As if he was just as impatient, if not more, to get his mouth at the center of her. He held her gaze, sitting back on his heels and pulling away long enough to grab the backs of her knees. When he pushed them up and back, her core tightened as she helped, pulling her thighs to her chest and angling them out wide.

When he pushed his legs back to get comfortable, and finally laid his eyes on her glistening heat, he let out a breathy exhale.

"Oh sweetheart, look at you."

Her stomach fluttered as he bent his head slowly, her breath hitching as he ran his tongue along the edge of her lips where her wetness had spread. Pupils blown wide as he held her gaze, gathered and swallowed, seeming to savor the taste of her with a deep hum. "I'm going to take such good care of you Sam."

There was a soft whimper as his mouth covered her slit with his first languid kiss. His wonderous tongue gliding and dipping deep through her folds, just before his lips consumed her clit. The sound of the wet kiss blending with his hoarse groan as he closed his eyes and sucked her hooded nub into his mouth.

One kiss and she was gasping, her head already in the clouds as sparks of heat surged through her groin.

Her hips rolled into his mouth as his shiny lips descended for another kiss; a contented grunt seeping out of his chest. The vibration making her bundle of nerves quiver as he sucked it into his mouth just a bit harder.

Holy Hannah. A few more kisses like that, just a bit quicker, and she'd be coming in an instant.

But he had different plans. Starting a trail of the same slow, suckling kisses along the outer rim of her lips, before edging into her folds. The little whimpers and moans tumbling out of her mouth were getting louder by the second as he devoured her. Licking and sucking and swallowing as he inched his way around, circling closer and closer to her entrance.

She bucked when he licked his way inside of her with a deep groan, her hands reaching instinctively for his head, her fingers twisting into his messy tresses as she gasped his name to the ceiling; her eyes finding the view of them in the mirror for the first time.

So, this was what it felt like, what it looked like, to be worshipped.

She'd never forget it. His hands splayed on either side of her heat, thumbs spreading her folds wider as his head moved between them. The muscled contours of his back shifting with the movements of his mouth, while his tight backside and thick-toned thighs laid stretched out behind him. Her hands clutching his salt and pepper locks nestled at the apex of her thighs.

Her grip only urged him on, or maybe it was how she seemed to be getting wetter by the second that had him pushing his tongue into her further. And when he pulled one of his knees up and shifted his weight onto a hip, she could see his hardened shaft dripping onto the wine-colored sheets. The next second, his hand was reaching down and gripping the base of himself hard.

"Jack…"

It was a desperate plea but she was beyond impatient, wanting to feel every inch of him sliding into her. She didn't care if he came the second it happened, she just wanted him hard and deep.

His tongue slid out of her and drifted south instead, passing over the small strip of skin between her entrances. Then he looked up at her widened eyes as his tongue dragged slowly over her puckered flesh. A rush of air left her as a warm prickling feeling erupted through her stomach. No one had ever…not ever. And, oh my, she had not expected it to feel that good. There was a smirk on his lips as he kissed her there.

"This okay?"

Her face pinched nervously as she bit her lip and gave him a hesitant nod.

"This is as far as I'll go. If you want me to stop, just say the word." She shook her head 'no' decisively.

When his eyes drifted back down and he swirled his tongue lightly over the tight patch of unexplored skin, her eyes rolled back and the nervousness was forgotten as she let the teetering moan loose…loudly.

Her clit was tingling, and for a split second, she thought about moving her fingers there, knowing it wouldn't take much to finish.

Before she had a chance to ponder it any further, his tongue was sliding away. Up and back between her folds, sinking deep inside of her with a guttural groan. She gasped.

"Ugh god…" Her back bowed as far as the position allowed; her arms stretching above her head, finding the underside of the headboard and gripping hard as smoldering heat rippled along her spine, telling her she was close.

Her walls began quivering around his plunging tongue, and before she had a chance to warn him, he was moving. Trading his tongue for his two fingers, sinking them inside of her as his tongue rolled up through her pink flesh; capturing her clit quickly and pulling it between his lips.

The wood of the headboard groaned from the strain of her grip when he hooked his fingers and rubbed over her sensitive front wall with deft precision.

The tip of his tongue flicked and circled her spasming knot, and when he gave it a bone-melting suck...she erupted. Crying out towards the heavens and clenching around his thrusting fingers; pulsing her release with his rhythmic suction of her throbbing nub.

He eased her down slowly. Massaging the walls of her channel as his lips softened and released its prey. Guiding her through the last shudders of her orgasm with gentle kisses over the swollen bundle of nerves.

She watched breathlessly as his tongue swept lower, seemingly content to clean up after her. The vulgar wet noises making her blush as he took his time lapping his way through her folds, savoring her essence with little grunts of pleasure.

Her stomach swooped at the sight of him, feeling weightless and gloriously spent. Flushing sheepishly as her breathing evened out. "I change my mind; you can absolutely do that every day if you want to."

He grunted his approval, his eyes glinting as he made a show of licking a broad stripe from one entrance to the next and up through her glistening center.

She groaned, her eyes fluttering back as he finished with a soft kiss on her clit and pulled away. "Believe me, I want."

Good lord that mouth was dangerous. And now it was hers, whenever she wanted it.

As he settled back on his heels, she saw him grimace and look down at the wide wet patch from his weeping head.

"Damn, I'm making a mess."

Her mouth watered at the thought of returning the favor. "I think I can help you with that, sir." He smirked.

"And what did you have in mind Major?"

Licking her lips, she decided to show him; sitting forward, reaching out for him.

Eyes widening, his hand found her wrist first as he shook his head. "Oh no you don't. I won't last two seconds."

Sighing, she tilted her head. "And that would be a bad thing because….?"

A corner of his mouth curled, the throaty husk of his voice teeming with lust as his thumb circled over her pulse. "Because I want to come when I'm deep inside you. When you're shaking apart underneath me and clamping down on me like a fist."

Her stomach flipped. "Deep inside you say?" His brow arched, his smile widening.

"Mmm, deep as I can go."

"Well then." She laid back, feeling daring as she propped herself on her forearms and spread her thighs enticingly. "How would you like me, sir?"

The smile faded quickly; his jaw shifting as he chewed over his thoughts. Absentmindedly he sucked his wet fingers clean as his eyes drank in the length of her. Then he was swiping his face with his hand and palming himself, spreading his precum and her essence down and around with long, slow strokes.

The sight made her gape and clench. Damn he made that look good. She could watch him for hours. His gruff voice pulled her eyes back to his.

"Turn over Carter."

And there he was. Hello Colonel.

She nibbled her bottom lip, holding his gaze as long as she dared. "Yes sir."

As soon as she rolled onto all fours and presented to him, she fisted the soft sheets excitedly. Her breath quickening as she readied herself for the fast, hard entry she'd been aching for.

But as soon as she felt him shift up behind her, she felt his teeth instead. Heard a deep growl as he bent down and bit into the flesh of one cheek and then the other. She let out a high-pitched mewl and lifted her ass higher, wanting more as he rumbled against her skin. "Can't get enough of you...taste so good."

Then he was spreading her cheeks and riding his flattened tongue through her fresh arousal and dipping inside of her with a raspy hum. She felt light-headed, her core flooding with heat as she pressed her face into the mattress.

When she moaned and pushed back, he stilled, locking out his tongue as his hands guided her, rocking her onto it. She gripped the linen tighter as his tongue filled her over and over again, feeling the pad of his thumb graze light circles over her wet puckered skin above. "Oh…god. Please…"

She didn't know what she was pleading for. Torn between wanting him to keep letting her use him, as the promise of another orgasm began coiling through her. And wanting him inside, filling her with that thick, long cock of his. The sooner, the better.

He decided for her. With a parting slurp and an audible swallow, his mouth was gone and he was sliding inside of her; bottoming out with one hard thrust. She cried out, feeling him shudder and twitch within as a rough curse left him.

"Fuck." He growled, his palms gripping the meat of her cheeks tight, keeping them spread wide as he pulled out slowly and snapped his hips to take her deep again. She lifted her hips to offer resistance and heard his breath hitch. "God…damn…gonna make me come."

Her ragged moan was clipped short. Each slow drag and deep strike threatening to send her over the edge.

But Jack beat her to it. A couple of gasping curses and he was pulling out, digging his fingertips into her hip as he let loose with a grunt. She felt a solid hot ribbon of cum land on her lower back and smiled into the mattress. Not having to look back to know he was squeezing the base of his shaft hard to prevent himself from letting go completely.

A couple of shuddering breaths and he was back inside with a deep growl. The long devastating thrusts making her toes curl as he picked up the tempo. The fabric swallowing her delicious cries as the heat in her belly flared.

"Do you have any idea how many times I've jerked off thinking about you? About bending you over and taking you…just like this. Hard…deep? In your lab, over the edge of my desk, the table in the briefing room."

The thought of it made her groan. She could picture him tugging on himself now; now that she'd seen it with her own eyes and knew what he liked. The firm grip. The slight twist of his wrist. The swipe of his thumb over his thick head.

The details slotted into place as she imagined him in the shower. Hand braced against the tile wall. The other wrapped around him. Head bowed. Eyes closed. Stroking as the water cascades over his head and down his face, his cheeks, his lips. God, his lips. Parting, panting as he gets closer. The flex of his backside as he thrusts into each long, confident stroke. Thinking of her. Her name on his lips as he comes.

A heavy-handed slap on a cheek startled her out of her fantasy. And she choked out a needy cry as he soothed it with a deep rub, her walls clenching reflexively around him. "Fuck, I should've known you'd like that."

She was going to come again.

She could feel the rapid building, her walls already spasming around him. Her nipples grazing the fabric beneath her as she bent down further, each stroke hitting her just right.

His hands encircled her waist as he drilled into her. She couldn't speak if she tried.

"Come on Major," he gritted out. "That's it, come on my cock."

When the hard slap landed on the opposite cheek, she jerked with a gasp and came. Her quaking moan stuttering with every thrust as he kept going, ignoring the shaking of her legs as he drew every ounce of pleasure out of her.

"Yes, just like that." He hissed, leaning over her; slowing his thrusts to deep grinding strokes as he kissed his way up her back. Her vision swam from the sensation as he suckled a bruise between her shoulder blades, his hands squeezing and kneading her breasts underneath. "Mine forever. Never letting you go."

Everything in her body screamed 'yes', and she fought to catch her breath as his words danced around in her head. Still hovering in lower orbit as his lips ghosted up the back of her neck.

He buried his nose in the hair there as he stretched out over her and paused; breathing her in. "Lie down Carter, I'm not done with you yet."

A tremor rolled down her spine as he guided her down to her stomach, staying inside as he sat up and straddled her straightened legs. Then he was moving again, his thumbs spreading her cheeks as he rocked his hips into her.

She could feel the heat of his gaze where they were joined.

"You look so fucking good swallowing me like this."

He leaned down over her again, a hint of air between them as he snaked a hand underneath her to wrap his fingers around her throat gently from the front. His hips undulating as he landed little bites along the side of her neck, the long strokes breaking her down.

Slick sounds permeated the air around them and she felt the graze of his teeth on her earlobe before he pulled it into his mouth hungrily. Steadily licking and sucking on it, as if he wasn't still thrusting into her.

Then he turned her head to the side and pressed his cheek to hers. She followed his gaze to her hand, still gripping the sheet, her knuckles white with the effort. His hand was lying next to it. "I'm going to take you deep now Carter. If it's too much, tell me to stop. If you can't talk, grab my hand. Understand?"

Her stomach somersaulted, his heavy rasp skittering across her nerves.

"I can't hear you, Major," he murmured, his lips resting against the shell of her ear. His nose nuzzling the tender skin.

"Yes sir," she choked out with the next languid thrust.

"Good." He stilled, planting himself deep inside of her as he shifted, using the hand she'd been looking at to pull her leg up by the crook of her knee and out to the side, opening her up.

Then his hand was back beside hers, looking big in comparison. Her emergency pull cord a hair's breadth away.

The first heavy thrust with her opened wide like that, sliced pleasure up through her groin like a hot knife through butter. And the telling pulsing in her clit told her it wouldn't take long for his long beautiful length to make her come again…

The next thrust, however…

The grip on her throat tightened. The air pushed forcibly from her lungs as he rolled his hips hard, sliding himself deeper than he'd ever been with a feral grunt; every ounce of his weight behind it.

"Nnnngh!" The guttural exhale that came out of her sounded foreign to her ears.

That's when she felt it; the end of her.

Felt the tip of him kiss it. And the distinct thrum, as an immense heat bloomed inside of her core.

"There you are."

His raspy growl was drowned out by her broken moan as he thrusted hard, rolling his hips again. When she felt the head of him brush against her cervix, the ball of heat in her belly exploded out to the edges of her body. And with the next deep grinding caress, she came.

For a moment she thought about grabbing his hand. Feeling a twinge of panic from the intensity as every muscle locked up and shook. As every nerve ending burned and tingled while she gushed over the length of him; her cry sounded raw through her quivering lips.

"God..." The hiss through his teeth ended on a strained gasp.

Now she understood about grabbing his hand. There was no way she could've said anything.

Sam had never felt quite like her heart would ever give out on her, but this moment was vying for the honor as the staccato rhythm hammered in her ears. It was everything and too much all at the same time, her body feeling like a thin shell to her pleasure as her insides rattled with his powerful thrusts.

Her vision tunneled to the sight of his hand as she came again. Another wall of heat engulfing her as she contracted around him like a vise.

And then she felt him. Actually felt him come.

Felt his thrusts stutter as he grabbed her white-knuckled fist. His forehead pressing into the base of her neck as he shuddered and came with a strangled shout; the warmth of his release flooding her as he rocked within.

But when he finally stopped, half-collapsed, her body refused to accept that it was over. Still locked up tight. Still unable to move or come down from the heightened state he'd pushed her to.

And she knew the moment he'd realized it. The way his head popped up as he shifted up onto his knees, his hand releasing her neck to glide over her back, undoubtedly feeling the muscles quivering from the strain. "Sam?"

He pulled out of her and leaned forward, unable to hide the slight panic in his voice as he nuzzled her neck and worked to unfurl her frozen fist from the sheets. "Let go sweetheart. Breathe with me and relax."

It took a few of his deep exaggerated breaths before her body gave up the fight, all at once. Flopping onto the mattress, her chest heaving with ragged pulls of air.

"Christ, you scared me," he murmured into her hair with a sigh of relief.

Her body was boneless with exhaustion; her mind lost in a euphoric haze. Realizing that she hadn't been able to come down and now it felt like she was experiencing the aftereffects of every orgasm all at once. It brought tears to her eyes as a series of deep tremors rolled through her.

Jack's gentle aftercare only made the emotion flow more freely as he cooed words of love and praise, his fingers massaging the lingering tension out of her neck, back and hands tenderly. It wasn't until she managed to smile and angle her head up for a kiss, that the concern in his eyes finally began to fade.

He laid on his side in front of her and tugged her into his arms, the backs of his fingers caressing her cheek. "I didn't expect that to happen. I mean, I hoped it would be good for you, but I didn't expect that."

He leaned back to meet her eyes, worry lingering as he tucked a few errant strands behind her ear. "We don't have to do that again. You know that right? I don't want to do anything that you're not one hundred percent on board with."

"No." Her voice slurring softly as she tucked her head and burrowed her face into his chest, letting the sparse hair tickle her face as a wave of blissful drowsiness flowed through her. "No. It was intense, but it was…wow…amazing."

He let out a relieved sigh, squeezing his arms tighter around her as she yawned. "Good, that's good."

"You weren't kidding about the whole 'just getting warmed up thing' huh?"

The soft chuckle rolled through his chest, vibrating her eardrum. "Well, I'll need to keep things interesting. Don't want you getting bored with my old ass."

She snorted. "Yeah right. If anything, I think it's the other way around. You're already one of the most sought-after bachelors on the base. It's just a matter of time before some twenty-something Airman…"

"I'm not a bachelor anymore."

Her head tilted, her smile fading under the weight of his stare.

He cupped her cheek, grazing his thumb softly over her chin. "Listen, I don't want to scare you off here, or rush you in any way, but…I'm all in here Sam." He bent his mouth to hers, his voice rough as he murmured against her parted lips. "You need to know that. No matter what. Heart and soul. I'm yours."

He didn't wait for a response, capturing her lips for a languid kiss that took her breath away.

When they parted, her lips quivered as she blinked back the tears threatening to spill. "And I'm yours." It was all she could manage without losing it completely.

A corner of his mouth curled as he cleared his throat to lighten the air around them. "Well then. That just makes me the luckiest man alive."

She flashed him a grateful grin, stretching her neck for a parting kiss before tucking back into him. The fatigue catching up to her as she closed her eyes and listened to the solid beat of his heart. "We're gonna need another shower."

He kissed the top of her head, his fingertips sifting gently through her waves. "We'll get there, just rest a bit first."

It was the last thing she remembered before drifting off, wrapped in his embrace and floating on a warm high.