Silenced Screams

Chapter Ten







She could see the muscles in his neck and back tense as he froze midway replacing the grill in front of the fireplace. There was a long silent moment before he slowly turned and met her eyes. He would never disrespect her memory by disowning her or the place she still held in his heart. But it was not a memory he shared with many. Sam deserved to know. She deserved to understand why he was pushing her so hard.







“She was my kid sister.” He answered and Sam could see him visibly shrink from the strong powerful Colonel she knew into a battered and broken and grieving shell. He continued, talking mostly to himself as he moved to sit. The weight of the memory to much to handle standing.







“She was raped when she was seventeen. I was away on a mission when it happened. I was away on a mission when it got to be too much for her and she slit her own wrist.”







He spoke in a voice Sam had never heard before. It crushed her heart in a vise grip just hearing him speak of it. But that was nothing compared to his eyes. Staring out at her were the windows to a soul that had long since died. No light shine back, a bottomless pit of despair and grief.







“I’m sorry Sir I didn’t mean…” She trailed off, not really sure what words could express her emotions.







“You remain me a lot of her.” He continued as if she hadn’t spoke. His eyes lost their sadness as he talked. A dreamy far away look replaced the grief. He hadn’t talked about her in years. He still thought about her, but they were his own private memories untarnished by the blood of her death, unmarred by the nightmare she had been living those last few months of her life. She had been so full of life, a smile that lit up a room when she entered. Even the car crash and death of her parents had not been able to hold her down for long. Life was one big adventure for her, and life on a military base was a constant thrill. Everyone who met her came away better for the experience. Her happiness and joy contagious.







He hadn’t talked this much in years, since her death. It hadn’t been the right time…until now. Her life and happiness poured out of him. The laughter and sunshine of her memory fill the house, a house which had been dark and weighed down since Sam’s return . Sam mused how right Janet had been. He wasn’t the same man. The man before her now could in no way be mistaken for the Colonel she had known these past eight years. This was the man he could have been, would have been, if life and loss hadn’t exacted it’s toll on his soul.







“I need you to survive this Sam. I need you to tell me when it gets to be too much. Please, please don’t make me have to find your body like Sahara’s. P lease don’t leave me. Please.” He trailed off, the grief ridden man settling back down and changing even his posture as the weigh was again returned to his shoulders. Tears slowly tracked down her face as she watched him transform before her eyes.







“I don’t know how I’m suppose to live with this. I’ve spent my entire life in the military, even before I was old enough to join up. I was raised a ‘military brat’. ’Suck it up soldier you gotta keep going’. It’s all I know. And I know in my mind…but my body…I don’t know how to make it work. I don’t know how to make what he did to me alright, something I can live with. He hurt me and I don’t know how to make that alright.” For all her brave front the wreck she was inside came pouring out. And once the tears started she couldn’t stop them.







“Don’t cry Sam, don’t cry, we can get through this, I promise. C’mere.” He pulls her into the safety of his arms, rocking and soothing her. Placing feather kisses on the top of her head as he consoled her.







Neither would ever be sure when it changed from consolation to passion. When the gestures stopped being soothing and turned to heat. And as volatile as their encounters had been since her rape, they paled to nothing compared with their passion. Eight years of love and respect. Eight years of denial and avoidance . Eight years of need all collided at that one moment and demanded to be acknowledged. Their tongues dueling, lost in the taste of the other. Soul mates since the beginning of time finding their home, the other half of their soul, finally. Hands frantically needing to touch and feel and explore at long last.







Hands which seem to have a mind of their own. Hands focused on only one task: reaching the body which had consumed their every thought for the last eight years. He needed to touch her everywhere. Make love to the woman he had only before been allowed to worship from afar. Sam was in his arms. In his arms…now. Better than any fantasy he’d had of her. Their lips had been fused together almost since that first tear when he saw up close the price she was paying everyday for the abuse she had received at the hands of that madman.







As good as Sam was at rewriting the laws of Physics to suit her cause, there was one law she couldn’t change…his lungs needed oxygen and the only way to get it was to stop doing what he most love doing in the world…worlds. His lips left hers’ to draw in the much needed breath, but were unable to move too far away. Nibbling on her neck, kissing that sweet spot behind her ear, he continued, so completely wrapped up in her…her feel…her taste…her smell, his world narrowed to include only the two of them.







The really bad thing about feeding your body the oxygen it needed…it can ‘think’… remember why you hadn’t done this during the past eight years…REGULATION. Why this had to be the worst time to decide to ‘screw the regs’. Sam’s rape less than two weeks ago. ‘How could I have been so insensitive and uncaring of everything she’s been through? In the second or two it took for everything to fall back into place Jack had the time to muse over another universal truth: While oxygen might be good for a lot of things…like living…oxygen did nothing for ridding you of ‘the hard on from hell’. ‘Gotta be a new record…’eye crossing painful hard on from hell.’ He pulled back, putting some space between them as he began apologizing for his ‘caveman’ behavior. ((Yes, I checked, no cavemen will ever know their name has been used in vain)).







“God Sam I’m sorry. Here I am telling you to deal with it face on, while all I’m doing is making things worst. The last thing you needed was me groping all over you. I’m sorry.”







Jack continued to babble on as he moved further away from her. ‘What was I thinking?’ He babbled on, moving further and further way. He seemed a little shocked when his back hit the wall. As if he had forgotten it was there.







Some portion of Sam’s brain that was still working, analyzing…sorting…and storing data recognized that Jack had quite literally talked himself into a corner. He stood with both hands up and palms out toward her. SURRENDER. This had all finally gotten to be too much. No longer worth the effort. Not even the promise of her body was enough enticement to move him. But then why should it? She was nothing but the leftover remains of another man who had gotten his use out of her and dumped the worthless husk on the side of the road. Worthless. Not even a psycho rapist had use for her. Garbage carelessly left on the side of the road.







“That okay Sir. I understand. I’m fine. I wouldn’t want to touch me either if I had a choice. I understand, not even my attacker wanted to be around me anymore. Just so much trash on the side of the road.” She kept talking trying to ease the awkward tension building in the room.







Something she said, her posture maybe…finally registered with Jack. He started trying to replay some of what she had been saying. ‘…not want her…worthless…trash…side of the road.’ She couldn’t possibly think that. There was no way she couldn’t see how much he cared. He watched almost as if from a distance while she slowly folded in on herself. Becoming smaller every second. Becoming ashamed, used, worthless, trash. It took his breath away just watching the ’Carter’ he knew and loved disappear to be replaced by a shell he would not have recognized as her if he hadn’t watched the transformation with his own two eyes.







“No Sam. No come back to me. Come back. You got it all wrong. You got it all wrong…” Rushing back and pulling her into his arms. Rocking and smoothing her hair as he rested his chin on the top of her head. “You got it wrong.” He explained as he pushed her out to arms length, holding on to her by her shoulders. Making eye contact and holding it. “You got it all wrong. I do want you. God baby I want you so much it hurts. I’ve wanted you since the first moment you walked into that ‘briefing room’. I want you now more than ever. I just meant you need time to heal…physically and emotionally before…” He trailed off, staring into her beautiful blue eyes. Eyes he could easily get lost in for all eternity. “Baby I want you.” It was almost a plea for understanding. “I want you baby…but I need you even more. I need you to get better. I need you to work through this…to be the woman you were before all this.”







Sam voiced her greatest fear. “And what if I can’t get pass this? What if I can’t ever be that person again. Then what happens?” Her voice choking on her last question as tear began to fall. The sight of her so broken and in pain crushed Jack’s heart. He couldn’t leave her like this. She had to understand. He showered her with kisses. Eyes, nose, cheeks. chin, neck. He could kiss her all day. He would kiss her all day. But when he came to her mouth she was waiting for him. His lips met lips as much in need as his. As hungry as his. As in need as his. And lips which had also waited eight years. It was explosive. A need finally fulfilled.







Moving without any conscious thought Jack had Sam in his arms, still not breaking away from her lips. Finding her bedroom by feel. Moving into her room and placing her on her bed. That was when he noticed. Noticed the shaking, the fear and panic so clearly evident on her face.







“Oh my god, what am I doing? I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I…”







“Please, I want this. I want you. Please don’t stop.” She had risen to her knees facing him as she continued to beg. Trying to help him finish taking off his clothes.







“Sam no.” His voice shaky as he fought to regain control of his body. He knew better, he knew this shouldn’t have been allowed to go so far but like her his body didn’t seem to want to listen. Grabbing her trembling hands as they worked on unfastening his belt, he took a cleansing breath. He needed control, he needed to be strong for the both of them.







“Please, I know you would never hurt me. You would never do to me the things he did. I didn’t mean for it to show. Please.” Now she was begging and almost in tears yet again. He had to understand. It wasn’t him that caused this reaction.







“Please Sir, it wasn’t your fault. Janet said it might take a while. She said it was normal. I know you would never hurt me. Please.” The pleas melting his resolve to be strong against the needs of his body to have her. To make love to her the way he had always dreamed. But she still wasn’t ready. Her body wasn’t ready to ‘not fear‘, that would only come with time. But if he left her now, it might never come at all. Stiffening his resolve to not just take her and everything her body had to offer him, he slowly lowered her back to laying on her bed and quickly followed.







This was not how Sam imagined her first time in bed with Jack. Somehow there had always been more touching, more passion, sex. But thanks to a body which was unable to follow the simplest of commands here she lay in bed with the man she had love for so long…and they were both still fully clothed…with no plans on changing that anytime soon.







“Talk to me.” He say gently as they turn to face each other. “Tell me what happened.” He coached trying to get her to open up to him about what she was feeling. When no answer seemed likely he pushed on. “You seemed fine before...in the living room. What happened between there and here that scared you so?” He would get her to talk. If McKenzie couldn’t, he would. He just didn’t think he was the best person for the job. He held the record for repressed emotions. How could he expect her to open up when he wouldn’t.







So, when again she seem disincline to answer he rolled onto his back. Staring up at her ceiling, he spoke in a very quiet voice.







“When I got back from Iraq I was a mess. Oh, I didn’t think I was. I just wanted to put the whole thing behind me and move on. The shrinks thought they could talk it to death, and that only made it worst. I had been through something none of them could relate to, except what they'd learned in books. If one more person had said ‘I understand’ to me I’d probably…” He trailed off, lost in his own memory as he explained how he had felt during that period of his life. Sam listened as the conversation continued she began to open up and talk about some of the rough patches in her life. Before she knew it she was talking about her rape and how it made her feel.







Flashbacks…that’s what had just happened to her. One minute everything was fine then…some smell, some sound, something would touch her a certain way. As she talked Jack had moved closer to her. They were now spooned together and he was running his hand over her stomach. Not seeing his face made it somehow easier for her to talk.







“In your arms just now…the feel of your shirt…of being carried…I remember the feel of his shirt. And it all just felt so real. I know in my brain…but it felt like I was back there, the fear…the unknown…feeling alone. He said ‘no one would come for me…I was on all alone.’ Before she could descend into that bottomless pit Jack was reassuring her. Touching her, kissing the back of her neck, telling her he was there, would always be there. She didn’t have to go through it alone…she didn’t have to always be strong. She was allowed to feel vulnerable, she could lean on him.







The moment had gotten away from them again. Reassuring kisses soon turned to passionate kissing. The comforting hand on her stomach had slowly drifted further down. She was hot and wet and ready. She wanted this more than she had ever wanted anything in her life. But…







As soon as he moved over her the irrational panic returned with a vengeance. It was all she could do to control the bloodcurdling scream fighting to come out. Her whole body tensed then began to shake. She couldn’t draw in enough oxygen to breath. Jack felt her body’s reaction to his position. Felt her fighting to control it. But instead of running. Instead of moving off, he held her tighter whispering comforting words in her ear. Reconnecting her with the ‘here and now’ and away from her nightmare experience. It seem to take forever. Jack began to fear he might have pushed her too far. She would need to take this all very slowly, one step at a time. Maybe this was just ‘too much too soon.’ He was afraid he might need to call Janet if she continued much longer. He knew she would hate that, but it might be necessary.







"Baby..." Jack held Sam gently, his arms a bond of strength about her shaking body. His deep, calming voice served to calm her frayed nerves. She could feel the sensation of him vibrate along her spine.







"Baby...don't be afraid. I'm here.." He kissed her brow, his lips feather light. "Always." He whispered.







She felt her fears diminishing with each moment spent in his embrace. She involuntarily relaxed, unaware she was even doing so. In this 'world'...she was safe and protected and...loved. She sensed it with every fiber of her being. She lay her head against his shoulder.







“I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine.” She kept repeating as her personal mantra. I’m fine. I’m fine.







He cupped the blond tresses, his fingers filtering through the silk. Sam breathed in his scent...his cologne filled her head...the scratchy growth of beard on her temple, excited her. His love evident even in the way his body was draped over hers’, the evident of his arousal pressed between them. He was pure male. All male. She glanced down at the defined bulge between his legs. She wanted desperately to touch it...to soothe it. Without thought, her hand reached and she felt Jack stiffen, her first instinct, to withdraw her touch. But, Jack's hand gently covered hers instantly, and he groaned brokenly... "Ohhhh, s-shit! SHIT!" He squirmed, lifting his ass to better 'feel' what she was forcing him to feel. "Baby...." He gasped for air and a semblance of control, finding none. "Ohhh, f-fuck... fuck."







Sam felt her middle flare to vivid life.







It was protection, security and love. It was all, rolled into one, under one name…Jack.







"I'm sorry, baby. I shouldn't be..." Jack grimaced. What the fuck was he thinking. He had only meant to comfort her...but, she touched him. 'My God.' Her touch inflamed him. 'Didn't she know? Wasn't she aware? This...is wrong! So...wrong...of him. Move away. She does NOT need this now. MOVE!'







But, he remained, and closed his eyes as her slender fingers moved tentatively over his ever hardening dick. 'Stop!' His mind screamed. 'Stop her.' He just...lay. Allowing her to do whatever she pleased. Unable to do anything less.







Sam lifted her head and his mouth lowered instantly, their lips melding together in a kiss so intense, it shattered what composure she had managed to retain. Her free hand moved up the bare length of his arm, feeling the contours of muscle, the thickness of his wrists. She touched his cheek line. Her finger tracing the long indenture she so loved. Feeling the growth of a day's beard. Her tongue teased his and Jack grunted lowly, his arms tightening about her waist, pulling her closer.







She could feel the tendons of his thigh, as he moved his weight strategically upon her suddenly prone figure. The sensation washed over her and she whimpered and stiffened as the familiar fear invaded her mind. Jack sensed what was happening and released her mouth, his eyes boring into the frightened blue ones. "Look at me..." He gently coached. "It's ME." He held her face with a soothing caress. "It's me, baby. We can stop...anytime you say. You are in complete control here." He knew, HE sure as hell wasn't.







"I want you...so badly it hurts but.." Well, that had been one hell of an understatement. He shook his head, those brown eyes holding hers willfully. "You know that. Tell me what to do. You call the shots. Anything.." he kissed her mouth longingly, his voice filled with emotion. "Anything you want...anything you need. I'll give you...the entire universe, you must know that."







Sam blinked, disoriented. Her feelings of dread slowly fading into oblivion. She glanced downward and ...touched the stiff peaks of his nipples. Her fingers threaded through the gray-black dawn of his chest hair, surrounding the nubs, squeezing experimentally.







Jack rewarded her with another moan of acquiescence. He liked her touch. She could feel as much. She suddenly wanted to touch every part of him. To get to know his body...intimately. Her fingers fumbled with his belt buckle. He put his hands over hers and accomplished the goal. He lifted her chin, his mouth taking her breath away. "I can wait." He lied threw his teeth for her. "We can just.."







"No. Please." She pushed a little, rising enough to unfasten the button of his fatigues. She feebly attempted to push the tee shirt he wore upward. She reveal the muscular chest and abs to die for, any younger man would envy. She leaned and planted a kiss directly over his belly button. She felt his hands filter into her hair and he sighed contentedly as she lost herself to her pastime.







'Lower baby'...he willed '...go...lower. God! I'm dying here.' But, all he DID was to...allow her to acquaint herself with his body to her heart's content. He was dying a slow, painful death and loving every minute of it. His dick ached for the feel of those luscious lips around it's width...that tiny tongue licking it's length..







No fucking way he was going to rush her...or put his needs above hers. But...maybe...just...maybe. He could help her decision along a bit. He rolled gently, taking her in tow. She was suddenly, perched on top of him, her fantastic legs, straddling his waist.







"Ohhh!" The turn of events had been a sudden one but...she discovered. She loved this new position.







“Think this’ll help. Sam hadn’t considered it, but this new position did make her feel a lot better. Less afraid. More in control. More her old self. Her eyes blinked down to his gentle gaze.







"Did I tell you how beautiful you are...ever? I don't think I've mentioned that." He smiled for her alone. "I think I've wanted you from the first day you walked into that damned briefing room." Why was it so easy to say the words now? "Did I hide it well?" He glanced to where her hot little middle touched his abdomen. "Not doing such a good job right now, am I?"







She ran her hands through his short-cropped hair, laying on him, her mouth parting his wantonly. She scooted downward, her middle running the length of his pulsating penis, her warmth filtering through the fabric which separated their bodies.







Jack gasped/groaned, drawing in a shaky breath. "You are fucking killing me." He smiled then, a slow, sensual smile that heated Samantha's center of being. "Kill me some more. This is how I want to die. In your.. arms, Sam." He'd changed what he had truly meant to something more...acceptable.







She reached downward, her hand moving inside his unzipped pants, finding the opening of his boxers, easing into the slit and surrounding the hard, thick object found within. Jack's head fell back and a primitive sound dragged from his throat. "Ahhhhhh....G-God!" He squirmed about restlessly, trying to force her hand to massage his dick. " Samantha!" He practically was pleading. "B-Baby!"







Sam moved and extracted his hardness with gentle persuasion. A long, drawn out groan escaped him. She placed her mouth over the smooth, hot flesh of the tip, sucking gently and she thought he would come right then and there by the sounds he was making. His hands had tightened drastically in her hair, one transferring to clutch the sheet in a death grip but other than that...Jack managed to remain rigidly 'in control'.







"No...no, baby...don't." He rasped shakily. "Not like this...not our first time." No fucking way he was going to waste it. "I want to cum inside you. Please!" But, he was powerless to force her, he knew. He would have to persuade her and fast. That little tongue was driving him fucking crazy and the way she bobbed on his cock...







"I want to feel you." He coached expertly. "I'm hurting so badly. Can I? Can we...do that?"







He reached, on instinct, his hands going to the button of her top. She sat up hastily, her eyes telling him...'wrong fucking move'. That fucking bastard again. He would NOT win this one. Jack withdrew his hand. "Show me, baby. Please don't ever hide from me. I want to see every last inch of you." His eyes told her just how badly he wanted that.







"N-No..." She remembered the bruises...the horrible marks on her body. She did not want him to see those.







“Don’t hide your body from me. I’ve seen what you look like. I know who you are. I love all of you. Please, don’t hide.” He pleaded, begging her to feel free with him. Slowly her arms moved and helped Jack as he worshiped her body easing her into the comfort of revealing herself. "I want to kiss you and touch you and hold you and.." He traced a searing path down and over her breast with his forefinger. "Erase every fucking mark he imprinted on your lovely flesh. You're mine, Samantha. Every part of you. And all of you is beautiful to me. You don't ever have to hide anything from me." He made her believe him. "I'm going to show you just how much." This time, when he reached for the front of her blouse...she...allowed his touch.







Jack forced his hands to move slowly. It took forever to ease the top from her. Several times, he had to soothe her fears...halt his wandering hands. But, his hand would scrape suggestively over her nipple and she would...gasp and...relax as his mouth worked on hers to reassure her. "It's me. Feel me...touch me.” He encouraged her to explore his body also. Taking her hands and placing them on his body...in innocuous places. Places that were 'safe'...







With each scar revealed, he kissed the hurtful memories away...he did not miss one. He suckled her nipples until she was withering with need. He held her hips, his calloused palms spread on her skin. "You are the most exquisite thing I have ever seen." His eyes took in the visual 'art form' that was Samantha Carter. "Do you have any idea what you've done to me over the years?” He smiled. "I've had to manually relieve myself more times since I met you than when I was a damned teenager. Want to know a secret? I do it in my office after you leave sometimes. Your scent remains and ....I just...have to do it."







Sam's senses burned to vivid life at the picture he painted for her. She ached so badly. She wanted him so much. So very much. Without thought, she took his shaft in hand and eased down upon the rock hard strength of him. She trembled from growing excitement. All doubts erased from her mind. Replaced by a staggering void inside her only this man could fill.







She felt the head break through the giving surface of her cavern, her lips spread wide by the girth of him. He was so thick...so deliciously thick. She wanted...more! With each inch she ventured to place inside her, she was urged on by Jack's constant groans of agony. His whispered encouragements. His lovingly stated endearments...his words telling her what she did to him, making her blush. Yes, she was actually blushing. From head to toe and she was loving every minute of the sweet bliss.







She wasn't sure when she stopped being the aggressor and Jack took over, but she felt his breathing shallow and rapid on her neckline, his arms like bands of steel about her waist, his powerful upward thrusts as he moved her with his penetration...the inarticulate whispers of desire he offered amid

the constant moans and grunts of primitive passion.







It didn't take him long to bring her to completion. As if the constant friction of that magnificent shaft wasn't enough, he had reached between their sweat covered bodies, his fingers teasing her clit until she cried out piteously, her climax shaking her to her very core. He joined her seconds later. She could feel his heart beat rapidly under her breasts. It was the most reassuring thing in her world at that moment. She dropped weakly over his body completely sated, feeling the warmth of his body sooth her nerves and draw her into sleep. She began to roll to his side but his arms tighten, holding her in place.







“Don't go.” His sleepy voice requested. “I kinda like you here, my very own little Sammie blanket.”







"Samantha..." Jack said her name as only he could and once again and her body instantly...responded. "Sleep with me." He had stated it like that on purpose. He hid his grin in her neckline and...sighed happily, closing his eyes.







"I...I'm not sure...Sir.." She felt herself grow wet again. "If...if I can...eh.."







"I...am sure, Carter." He reaffirmed his hold, moving closer to her warmth. "Sleep baby. You drained me. In more ways than one." He grinned again and in seconds, she heard his even, deep breathing.

He was determined he would erase every vestige of that bastard from her mind. He would remind her of the exquisite delights her body could experience.







Samantha. When had she become...Samantha in his mind? Not...Carter. "Samantha." He breathed his warm breath over the flat of her stomach, his mouth moist and hot on her flesh. He smiled happily as he noted the tiny goose flesh on her arms, as he worked diligently, his tongue flicking the sensitive skin of the inside 'crook'. He trailed his fingers lovingly up and down the sculptured curve of her hip, down the firm thigh, as he gently grasped her knee, running the inside of his palm about the area, searching the underside for any spots she might enjoy him exploring. Sam moaned softly as he found several.







He transferred his lips to her breast, smelling the scent of her as he nuzzled the full slope, his lips pursing around the taunt nipple, his teeth taking the sweet bud between them, as his mouth covered the areola, sucking hungrily. His free hand cupped the amble melon, squeezing it affectionately several times as he administered to her. Carter was squirming, arching her back, offering him herself, freely.







He needed to check his progress. Jack moved his hand from it's excruciating pastime, of massaging the small of her back, reaching between her legs, which he nudged a little with his thigh. Without preamble, he eased his finger into her heated cavern, loving the whimper of surrender she offered and the fact...she spread her legs even more so, giving him better access.







Wet. He felt his stiffness expand painfully. God, he wanted her so badly. But...not yet...not just...yet.

Jack had a mission...he had some 'planning' to do. His mind worked feverishly, it's many resources focused...sorted..all for this woman's benefits. A memory surfaced and he almost but not quite,

snapped his finger. "Hang on, babe." He leaned, grasping an 'Altoid Mint' off her night stand, popping it in his mouth. Samantha Carter was too absorbed in her own world to note anything. Her body cried out for fulfillment even now.







"You know?" He moved strategically, glancing downward, his eyes transfixed. "I've done this a hundred times in my dreams." He re-inserted his middle finger slowly...easing it up the steamy wetness. "Put my finger in this sweet little hole. Ummmmmm., oh yeah." He breathed a shaky sigh,

his eyes deepening with suppressed flame. "Just like...that. Feeling those tiny contractions, knowing I caused them." He lifted his eyes, the creamy depths filled with primitive fire. "I am...causing them, right? Samantha?" He ask, wanting reassurance that he want pleasing her in every way possible.







Stop! She pleaded in her mind. Each time he murmured her name she...shivered uncontrollably, her cavern...contracted, reacting to the sound of that voice. She stifled a moan, raising her ass to better feel the confident thrusts of his finger into her realm of existence.







"G-God!" Sam practically wept with joy, choking on the emotions he was forcing her to feel. "P-Please!"







Jack sucked on his mint absently, watching the beautiful face. "What do you need, baby?" He encouraged her. Even though he knew full well the answer to his inquiry. He repositioned himself, his palms catching her knees. He trailed soft kisses down the inside of each thigh...stopping just short of his destination with each 'pass'. "Look at you." He could not help sneaking quick, secretive glances at the exposed center of her being. "You don't know how much this means to me...how you make me feel."







He pushed her legs apart, leaning, his mouth brushing the pink lips of her vaginal area teasingly. "How do I thank you?"







'FUCK ME!' Her mind screamed but all she was able to do was bite her lip and clench her small fists. Jack settled more comfortably, his hands slipping along the silk of her thighs as he encircled them, his fingers loosely holding her legs open. He examined his new 'play area' religiously...all the lovely pink and amber hues. "That tiny nub.." He moved very close, blowing his warm breath on the sensitive bud, the tip of his tongue flicking it once.







Carter gasped, her hand grasping his hair, shoving his head forward or...attempting to at least. The mint's spicy flavor lingered on her clit, making it throb convulsively. Jack held his smile, unloosening her fingers from his hair, bringing her hand about to kiss the inner palm lingeringly, his tongue tickling her flesh. "Don't need any help, baby. Thanks, anyway." He had suddenly never felt more like a man. "Now...behave. Let me concentrate."







'Fuck you! Fuck you!' Carter was squirming, her hair mussed, her face flushed and beautiful...the sounds escaping her throat continuous. 'Why wouldn't he just ..DO IT?'







"Where was I?"







A long, drawn out whimper escaped her, she reached, her fingers groping, shaking visibly. Jack caught the effort, kissing her fingers, each individually. "...Samantha?" He scolded. "Be patient, angel. Anyway...that's my job."







"FUCK YOU!" She blurted, all her frustration conveyed in that simple statement. "DON'T STOP...DON'T STOP!"







Jack reached, adjusting his hardness, his face grimacing his pain. He smiled, lowering his head. "Say it...again. YOU makes me so... hard." He attended the area around her clit, careful not to touch it. "Are you throbbing yet baby? I am." He breathed heavily on the inflamed flesh. "Wonder...if I kiss that tiny thing...and make you cum. Want to taste you so bad Samantha. Can I make you cum?"







"OHHH S-SHI..."







"Think if I...just..." He pursed his lips, barely touching the delicious surface below him. He took a deep breath, drinking the scent of her in. "Just...barely..." His mouth opened and he allowed his tongue to flick back and forth several sweeps across her clit. She came instantly, a strangled sob choked from her, her entire body trembling visibly with the onslaught of her climax. It seemed to go on and on. Music to Jack's ears.







"That's my baby." He mumbled, his real attention for the exquisite features. He watched the wave pass and her body slowly...return to normal. Her breasts, once heaving for air...settled, the nipples easing their tautness...her arched back, having sagged to the support of the bed. The clenched fists...releasing their tightness. Jack finished his 'Altoid', crawling up the length of her. Kissing his favorite spots of interest on the way. Sam's eyes opened sleepily, heavy with the emotions of surrender. She watched him.







He kissed her mouth longingly and felt her...stiffen. "Shhhhhh." He transferred his mouth to her neckline, finding her 'vulnerable' spot. Sucking the warm skin into his mouth, marking her flesh as his own. "It's just me." He whispered. "Open your eyes." He lifted his head, seeking the blueness out. "It's me, Samantha."







She...fought her fear and...won. Yes...yes, it was...it wasn't...







"Say my name." He told her, the black eyes full of repressed hunger. The woman blinked, lost in the world he was creating just for her.







"Say it..." He refused to allow her to look away.







"...Sir." Her breath fanned his face. Sweet...warm. He shook his head, his eyes chastising her.







"...Ja.....Jack." She stated the name almost reverently.







He...smiled slowly. "Ohhhh yeah." He nodded. "Jack." He repeated. Her eyes softened two fold.







"No way in hell I would ever hurt you..." He kissed her forehead, his lips remaining for a long beat. He lifted her face. "You know that, right?"







"I know that." She nodded minutely.







"I need you so bad right now." He sighed heavily. "I'm going to implode here."







She shifted her eyes, a slight flush touching her cheeks.







"Just saying." He shrugged those broad shoulders aimlessly. "Really hard...hurting really...really bad."







She lifted a seductive gaze, unaware of doing so. "...How bad, Sir?"







He grimaced. "Remember the time the thing sucked my head into the wall?"







"It didn't actually suc..."







"Carter." He warned.







She...quieted, properly chastised.







"Okay, remember the time Ba'al kept killing my ass?"







"That's not funny."







"No, and neither is this 'woody' I got going on down there...trust me." He shifted and grunted accordingly.







She dropped her eyes but all she saw was...his cool chest pressed against her breasts. "Need some help?"







"Oh, yea." He took on that little boy quality she so loved. "Could you do that for me? Just sort of...grab hold and...guide it where it needs to....Ahghhhhhhhhhh!"







Her hand had eased about his shaft and...she had opened her legs, positioning him.







"Just...give it a tiny nudge, Sir..." She lifted perfectly arched brows.







"That should pretty well do it."







"It will for me." She noted perspiration on his brow. She shook her head and...lifted slowly.







"OH SHIT...." He stiffened, feeling his head being swallowed by her heat. "OHHHH...FUCK, BABY."







She inched him down her canal, bracing her feet on the mattress and tilting her pelvis just so for him. "Am I doing it right, Sir?"







"J-JACK, DAMN IT!" He choked, grounding out the statement. "ARGHHHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHH.....F-FUC..."







"Wonder how many it will take, Sir...for you to give me YOUR cum?" Carter felt like turning the tables. "That was...ummmm...four. Five." She counted his thrusts...







"OH G-GOD.....OHHHH...G-GOD.....JESUS!"







"Seven...." She lifted, a little more...rapidly.







He...came. Crying out her name...his body shaking violently...inarticulate sounds grinding from deep inside the man. She felt the hot gushes of his semen hit her womb. She smiled gently. She closed her eyes and sighed happily. Oh yeah.







She wrapped her arms around his neckline, holding tightly. She kissed his temples adoringly. She moved, pulling his penis out of her...turning into his embrace, snuggling down into his warmth.







"Ohhhh....fuck?" Jack moaned his agony. "I'm...soooo too old for this shit."







"Really, Sir?"







"You just..." He tightened his embrace. Hiding his face in the fragrant hair of her neckline. "Stay the hell where you are."







He guided his hand to her breast, cupping it, searching for her nipple. Which he played with until he drifted off to sleep. This was a 'habit' she could get used to. Sam smiled secretively and...settled down to sleep as well. All the stress and strain of the last few days a thing of the past for the present. She was where she wanted to be. This was where she had always wanted to be.





To Be Continued





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