Bonus

Title: Bonus
Author: Ky (venom69)
Fandom: Stargate EssGeeWun
Rating: ADULT
Summary: While she wasn’t quite sure how they had reached the point of being… well, how they were now, overall Sam thinks that she wont complain.
Character/Pairing: Sam/Jack
Spoilers: None… the show’s ended!
Warnings: None, really.
Author’s Notes: Song belongs to the Radiators. For as much as I hate the ‘C’ word, I hate the ‘P’ word even more - here, kitty, kitty - and that is my defense for using it. Written for

sharp2799 who requested this particular position and that it be Post-Ascension.
Disclaimer: Usual guff. Not mine, promise to put them back where I found them.
Date: 16/03/07

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You’ve got me steaming at a hundred degrees
Each time I see you I go weak in the knees
You whisper sweet things, give me beatings
You wreck my bed - wreck my bed
But best of all, all those thing
You gimme head

***

It is, no doubt, the most ridiculous thought to have - and she would never tell him for fear of completely ruining his ego - but Sam can’t help but wonder how couples with a significant height difference manage this without requiring some kind of super-human flexibility and/or a medical team on standby.

Yes, she thinks, sucking in a ragged breath through her nose, there could definitely be some technical difficulties with this.

While she wasn’t quite sure how they had reached the point of being… well, how they were now, overall Sam thinks that she wont complain.

It’s probably not the most dignified position she’s ever been in - on her side, leg thrown over his shoulder and face buried in his crotch - but it certainly has some benefits.

There’s a vicious - and wonderfully vicious, at that - circle of pleasure given and received.

He laps at her, one hand holding her open while the other supports her at the odd angle. The slight stubble on his chin and cheeks adds a strangely erotic burn to the whole experience and she wonders if he didn’t shave on purpose. He sucks at her clit, building her up and backing off before she can find release.

Sam, in turn, moans her pleasure/protest around his cock, one hand holding his hip, pulling his lower body closer to her.

The vibrations from her moan do something pretty nice for him and he growls his agreement to something she didn’t say. His growl, in turn, vibrates against her clit.

Back to the start of their circle, she moans her pleasure/protest.

When he brings his teeth into the mix, nipping at her folds, she sucks in another sharp breath and he reaps the benefit, groaning against her clit, reminding her that her body has yet to find release.

For as much as she wants to come, Sam can’t rush this.

The tight ball of pleasure has been building, building, building since he first flipped her on the bed and brought his mouth to her wet flesh.

Or maybe it’s been building for the last few days.

With the cameras in her house, he hadn’t been able to stay with her and, even if he had, she wasn’t quite adventurous enough to screw her CO while half the SGC received live footage.

Though there were ways around that, Sam hadn’t been able to go to him - or even meet him somewhere - for fear that Orlin would pop up at the wrong time and ruin the moment - not to mention the potential ruining of their careers if he decided to share whatever he may have seen.

They had a unique sex life; there was no doubt of that - how many other people could say that they’d had sex against a Stargate? - but neither of them had any desires to be that unique.

While her brain considers why she is as aroused as she is - aside from the fact that it is him, which is enough on its own - her mouth continues to suck at the head of his cock.

Her tongue tickles the opening of the head and her hand holds the base, warming what she can’t swallow at this angle.

It hasn’t taken all that long for her to decide that she is very in favor of this position.

Going down on him, having his scent and taste and everything that is so basically him so forcefully invading her senses, is often more than enough foreplay for her.

Just knowing that she can make him lose control to the point of moaning helplessly and thrusting against her mouth is enough to make her clit tingle in anticipation of what he will do while the lips of her cunt swell with blood and desire.

The fact that in this position, while she gets her fill of him, he is using her crotch as his own personal playground?

Total bonus.

When he draws her clit out of its hood and applies direct pressure with the tip of his tongue - it is the strongest muscle in the body and he is nothing if not competent using it - she moans, “Jack” but it’s unintelligible while her mouth is full.

The fat vein of his cock juts out against the base of her tongue and salty pre-come trickles down the back of her throat and she realizes for the first time just how close he is to the edge.

While, normally, he would pull back at this point - if he still had the brain power to do it, and sometimes he just didn’t - Sam wants him to come like this, in her mouth, and she sucks harder, silently willing him along.

She’s so focused on his complete and utter surrender - and she will settle for nothing less - that when her own orgasm starts, she is almost surprised.

Her breasts are crushed against him as they swell and tingle, her nipples painfully erect despite the warmth of the room.

She feels the urge to bare down, to use her internal muscles to will the tantalizing prelude of her orgasm to come. To not let him back off as his tongue continues its magic against her clit.

Sam shudders, once, twice, thrice, muscles contracting against his mouth.

A continuous moan - which may or may not have been his name, she didn’t know - is being called out around his flesh.

She feels the walls of her vagina contracting powerfully, trying to grip something that isn’t there and he slides a finger into her as she flutters around it.

He says something - past experience means that she imagines it to be “I love you” or “Beautiful” - against her, lapping at the lubrication that leaks from her. He avoids her clit, knows she can’t take that right now, and focuses his attention on her still contracting muscles.

Sam moans, pleased, and those vibrations are enough to finish him off as he presses himself against her. She swallows each shot of semen, her tongue easing its strokes even as she continues to suck.

He cries her name against her and she cries at the jolt of unexpected pleasure.

When she swallows the last of his orgasm, she pulls back from his softening erection as he pulls away from her still pulsating flesh.

His hand automatically strokes her thigh, belly, breasts, letting her come down from both her orgasm and the pleasure she takes from his.

“Well?” He finally asks.

“Good.” It’s the best that she can offer right now and, no matter how much she wills he brain to send a coherent sentence with words of at least two syllables to her mouth, it just doesn’t happen.

He nods and she feels it against her thigh. “I told you that you’d like it.”

“Good.” She repeats with a sigh of nothing but contentment, her eyes slipping closed.

“Come on,” Jack taps her hip bone lightly. “Shower.”

“Sleepy.” She protests.

“You’ll thank me for it later.”

Sighing, she pulls her wonderfully lax body off the bed and rolls her eyes when he waggles his eyebrows at her. “Aren’t you meant to be the one that rolls over and sleeps straight after?” She protests as he moves off the bed and tugs her in the direction of the bathroom.

He shrugs. “In theory.”

“Hmph.” She frowns as he turns the shower on. “Consider yourself officially in charge of keeping me awake long enough to shower, then.”

Jack nods, pulling her into the stall with him. “I’ll see what I can do.”

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Le Ende.