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Sam sat at the foot of the bed and studied the man stood naked and at attention so to speak in front of her. Even after everything his body had been put through, he was still in fine shape. She started at his feet and worked up over. His legs were white compared to the rest of him, yet still, a sight to behold. Due to spending a lot of time walking and running off-world he had very well muscled calves. Looking at his knees she saw the scar that ran across one from his surgery, just the sight of it made her wince. Next came his thighs, again well defined and muscular. Looking up she feasted her eyes on his very thick, long and erect cock. She licked up lips, her clit giving a twitch as she imagined him pumping into her hard and fast. She had to drag her eyes upwards and away from his cock as it jumped and twitched under her scrutiny.

He was flexing his fingers, he wanted to hold her, touch her, slip inside her tight channel and ride out his release. But he stood as patiently as he could, waiting not being his most valued asset. His stomach was just as perfect, his well worked for six packs rippling as she watched him shift under her gaze. The sparse silver chest hair only made him look sexier. His long tanned arms hung at his sides, his fists stilled balled. She loved his hands and long fingers. The things them hands had done, both out in the field and just minutes ago to her body. He really did have talented hands. Finally, she looked at his face, his chiselled jaw line, defined nose which she knew had been broken a couple of times, to his salt and pepper hair. When she first met him it was brown, the years and the things they had done showing more in his hair colour. The scar that ran across his eyebrow, and the chocolate brown eyes, all making up the irresistible man that stood before her.

She wanted to taste him, feel his length and gauge his size in her mouth. She could see the pre-cum seeping from the tip of his cock, more so when he twitched. Reaching out with both hand she put one on each hip, drawing him close to her. She could smell him, the salty aroma of his seed, the base soap he had got washed with, and the smell that was uniquely Jack. She looked up at him as she stuck her tongue out and licked the slit at the tip of his cock, tasting him for the first time. She moaned at the taste, licking him again as one of his hands came to tangle in her hair, holding her close to him. When she opened her mouth and took in just the engorged head, it was his turn to make a noise, growling ‘fuck’ as she sucked gently. His fingers tightened in her hair, yet he didn't try and direct her, make her take more of him in her mouth. Having a cock rammed in your mouth was not pleasant, she had been there and done that. That was one of the reasons she didn't do the whole oral sex, cock sucking thing much. Most men demanded, yet Jack as always, seemed to know what she liked, what she wanted.

When she did let her lips slowly work down his cock and take him as fully as she could in her mouth, she felt him hit the back of her throat as his hips made an involuntary lunge forward. She couldn't stop the gag reflex so she pulled back slightly. She stopped and felt his fingers stroke her scalp, a mumble of sorry when she turned her eyes upwards to look at him. She just circled her tongue around his cock, before starting to move back and forwards on him, sucking and licking as she went. Cupping his ball sack, she gave it a squeeze, feeling how hard and full they were. When he came she was going to get a full load, judging by how well hung and heavy he felt. She could feel him growing harder, longer, if that was even possible.

“Carter,’ she heard him moan as he lifted his other hand to rest on her cheek to stop her taking him in her mouth again.

She stopped and slowly drew back, her mouth making a popping sound as she released him. He let go of her face and hair and took hold of the top of her arms, using his hold to get her to stand up. When she was stood in front of her he leant in and kissed her, letting her work her tongue in his mouth so he could taste himself. He cupped her ass and pulled her flush against his body, his cock settling on her stomach as his chest hairs scratch her nipples.

“I want to be inside you the first time Sam.” The use of her given name string a need in her she wasn't aware she had.

Somehow she managed to turn them both around as they kissed, Jack's calves hitting the bed. She stopped kissing him just long enough to place both hands on his chest and guide him backwards to lie on the bed. She let him get settled before crawling her way up his body, letting her boobs brush across his cock as she went. She stopped when her groin was in line with his, her hands either side of his shoulders. She looked at him before sitting up fully, pinning his cock between them. She was wet, very wet, causing him to slip and slide against her folds and clit. She hissed when the head of his cock nudged her clit, she was getting close again. Moving so she still had him pinned, she rose up a little and used her knees to support herself. When she lifted up his cock sprang free, brushing against her hot, wet, and ready centre. Jack rested his hands on her hips, watching as she snaked a hand between them and took a firm hold of him. She stroked the tip of his cock through her wet folds, coating him in her juices. Jack's grip on her hips tightened, her pale skin turning a little red where his fingertips dug in. After a few seconds, she positioned him at her opening and looked up at him. She didn't speak, neither did he, they just looked at each other as they always did, words never needing to be said.

She dropped down slightly, the swollen head of Jack's cock pushing past the tight skin at her entrance and slipping just inside. She paused, watching the emotions playing across Jack's, the need and desire that flowed and ebbed from his eyes. Moving again she took a little more of him inside, feeling her body adjust to his length and girth. She didn't rush, did suddenly drop down and take all of him. She savoured their first joining, the feelings and emotions that came with it. Dropping down the last inch, she was finally seated on Jack's groin, her body and his now flush.

“Oh, Jack.” She sighed, her voice sounding almost whimsical.

She flexed her internal muscles, contract around Jack's cock causing him to buck. Rocking her hips gave her a little leverage to work Jack's cock when it was still inside. He was even closer now, along with her own impending orgasm. Resting her hand on his chest, she used his body as leverage to start riding him, taking him deep and hard on every thrust. Soon she was panting, her own need driving her. Jack let her thrust a few more times before he flipped them both and hovered above Sam. He didn't stop or waste time, kneeling between her thighs and parting her lips with his finger so his cock could slip back inside. He didn't ram, but pushed inside slow, making sure she took all him. When he started to thrust he could feel the slap of his balls against her, which seemed to spur them both on little more. He quickened the pace, his balls contracting as they prepared for release. Sam slotted a hand between and pushed her thumb against her clit, before circling the bundle of nervous. She did that a couple of times before her internal walls clamped down on Jack's cock and she screamed his name as she climaxed. Her playing with herself set Jack off, then when his cock got squeezed when she came, it was game over. He thrust once, twice, and his cock exploded, his seed filling Sam.

Sam wasn't sure if it was seconds, minutes or hours later when she felt Jack slip out of her, a trickle of their combined juices flowing from her as he did. Jack went to move away from her when she grabbed his arms.

“Stay.” She asked him, her eyes half open.

“I'll be back.” Dropping a kiss on her forehead as he got off the bed.

Sam watched as he headed for the bathroom, closing the door over but not shutting it. She didn't move, just lay still as her body came down from its high. She heard a tap being turned and running water. She caught the sound of Jack peeing, even over the running water. When he was done he flushed, and she heard the distinct sound of the seat being lowered back down. The tap was turned off and she heard water swirling around the small sink and down the drain. Jack then appeared at the bathroom door, towel in one hand, washcloth in the other. Sam was puzzled at his intentions until he sat on the bed level with her hip, looking down at her still uncovered groin. He locked eyes with her and silently asked permission. It was a very intimate thing to do, and no other man had ever considered, let alone offered, to do it. Sam just gave a slight nod of her head and opened her legs wider.

When Sam gave Jack her permission he dropped the towel on the bed and leant over Sam's leg. The washcloth was warm when it touched Sam's still sensitive folds and clit, causing a tremor to run through her. She held her breath as Jack cleaned away the juices trickling out of her. She was so touched by his gesture that she felt tears in the corner of her eyes. She somehow managed to rein in her emotions and stop them bubbling to the surface. When he was sure she was clean he patted her dry just as gently. When he was satisfied, he stood up and threw the washcloth and towel in the laundry hamper before turning back to the bed. Sam patted the bed beside her and lifted her hand towards Jack, inviting him to join her. Jack picked the duvet up from the floor and covered Sam with it before climbing in beside her. He turned on his side to face her, not sure how she wanted to do this new thing they had started. Jack suddenly found his arms full of Sam, her body moulding to his. She rested her head on his shoulder, her face turned into his neck. Jack pulled her close, hugging her tightly. They fitted together like jigsaw pieces, designed to be together. Jack felt Sam yawn against his neck, her body growing heavy in his arms.

“Sleep, that's an order.” Kissing her head and stroking up and down her back.

“Yes, sir.” Sam yawned out as she drifted off to sleep.

Jack watched her sleep for a while. Feeling her steady breaths on his neck, her chest rising and falling against his chest. She had come back from the brink of death, and now she was naked and asleep in his arms. Maybe the mission wasn't so bad after all.