Title: Confessions of Sam Carter

Author: Telkena telkena@yahoo.com

Rating: NC-17 Sam & Jack

Summary: Sam Carter answers some questions about her affair with Jack O'Neill

Spoilers: General season 8

Archive: SJD yes, anyone who wants it take it.

Disclaimer: SG belongs to other people. And so do some of these questions.

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Author's Notes: A big thank you to all those who sent me questions. I have credited those who allowed me to. The rest, mine and those of other people have no credits. I've had fun writing the answers and I hope you'll have fun reading them. THANK YOU ALL!!!

Also, while I've been doing the answers I've come up with ideas for fics that can keep me writing for years!!! If any of the others writers out there feel inspired by some of the answers, some of the stories, USE THEM!!!! I probably will never get to put everything I've come up with here in actual fics. So people, be my guests! Seriously! Put them into actual fics.

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WARNING: Some of the answers include BDSM. Those who are of such nature have an exclamation mark before them.

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Q: Are you ready for this Sam? Comfortable? You need anything?

Sam: I'm fine. And I'm ready. I have to say it feels a bit strange to be talking about it. I've never taken the time to actually sit back and think about all that has happened between Jack and me since we got together. Let alone talk about the sexual details of our affair. I'm not shy or anything. Just never thought I'd be doing it.

Q: Where did you two first have sex?

Sam: In my apartment. In the hallway, up against a wall. He started kissing me and before either of us knew what was going on he had me against the wall and he pushed his dick inside me. That was the first moment of clarity since I opened the door and let him in.

Q: So what did you do?

Sam: I grabbed on tighter to him and started moving my hips. He understood and started fucking me hard. I've always known he was strong, but I never thought he had that much in him. He was slamming into me so hard I thought he was going to break the wall behind me.

Q: Did he hurt you?

Sam: That goes two ways. Sometimes pain is good. He wasn't gentle, I never expected him to be. There were 8 years of need between us. It was just this little painful enough to make it that much better. My legs were around his hips and each time he slammed me against the wall my joints were stretched a little more. And his dick isn't exactly small. He's not porn movie huge, but when he first pushed himself into me, there was very little foreplay. I wasn't that wet and I could feel every muscle in my body stretch around his size. And I could feel every little feel about his dick slipping inside me, from his head to his base. It was amazing.

Q: Did he make you come the first time?

Sam: Yes. It didn't take him long either. After the first few thrusts he had already angled his hips so he hit my G-spot on every inward move. He kept hitting it hard over and over and I came screaming in minutes.

Q: What did you call him when you came?

Sam: That time… Throughout the fuck I kept whispering and screaming "sir". When I came, thank God, I screamed "Jack". His orgasm hit him the moment he heard his name on my lips. His head fell back and this primal grunt came from somewhere deep within him while his hips kept trying to push deeper inside me.

Q: Did he call you anything?

Sam: When he came no. He tried hard not to scream his release. But afterwards he rested against me and his knees finally gave in and we slumped to the floor tangled in each other. That's when he called me "Sam". He was trying to get his breathing back under control and I could feel our mixed juices running down my thighs and I hear him whisper "Sam". Over and over.

Q: Was there any awkwardness when you were first naked before him?

Sam: When we had this sex against the wall we were both partly dressed. He had just pushed my robe aside and dropped his pants. So the hardest part of the encounter was through without having to go through all the getting naked part. After we had both recovered we went to get cleaned up. His knees were shot for the rest of the night so I helped him undress. We didn't make it to the bathroom. I started stripping him and then was too caught in the sight of him as his clothes went away. I stripped him slow and seductive, brushing against his skin, kissing it. When I was done with him, I did this little show for him, when I lost my own robe and nighty. So no, there was no awkwardness. We were both too turned on to be awkward.

Q: Did you have sex again that night?

Sam: Yes. After my strip show he grabbed me and pulled me to the bed. He was all lips on me. Lips and tongue and teeth. He liked and kissed every inch of my body. There were moments when I thought he was going to bruise me. He was sucking at my breasts like mad, tugging with his teeth. He took most of his time when he reached my pussy, liking and sucking. He brought me on the brink of orgasm and then backed off, only to start all over again. He didn't bring me off with his mouth, and I decided to take my turn at licking his body. I kept hard at it until he was hard again. He hardened in my mouth. I was sucking and licking at his dick until he was rock hard and by that time he couldn't take it anymore. He had me on my belly and pulled my hips up in the air and slid inside me the next second.

Q: Did he go slow this time?

Sam: No. He fucked me just as hard now as he did against the wall, roughly kneading my breasts, rubbing my clit. It didn't take me long to come, having been already aroused from his lips and sucking his dick.

Q: Do you like going down on him?

Sam: Are you kidding? I love it! His skin tastes like soap and him and I always lick and suck at it for foreplay. I do it for myself mostly, because I love it, but I know he likes it. It's a very strong taste. The first time I felt it, it hit me like a train. I couldn't get my lips of his neck. He has a very sexy neck. And then his dick feels like velvet when it slips between my lips. It's a contrast between how hard he is and how smooth he feels. There is a different taste about his dick, but I can't say what it is. His skin tastes like you'd expect it to. For me it was every fantasy I ever had. His dick… tastes like… that hidden part of him you just know it's there. It's him, it's totally him. Vague, I know, but it's not a taste you can describe.

Q: Has he ever come in your mouth?

Sam: Yes. I wanted him to. He came hard. That first time I did a blow job for him he fought to last as long as he could. His hands were grabbing the sheets so tight his knuckles turned white. I kept telling him "let go" but he wouldn't. By the time he lost his self control he was fighting for breath so hard I thought he'd turn blue. But the sounds he was making, the way he was groaning and saying my name over and over, his head thrashing on the pillows, was the hottest damned thing ever.

Q: Did he ever force himself down your throat? Or did he let you set your pace?

Sam: He usually lets me set it. He likes watching me work on him with my mouth. But there are times when he takes control and fucks my mouth as he wishes. He goes hard on me, but he never hurt me. He's never let himself go completely. I know he can hurt me if he wants to.

Q: Has he ever tried? What's the closest he got?

!!! Sam: He never tried to on purpose. We fought once and I hurt him. Then I was the one who came to him to apologize. That's when he was the roughest. I've never been fucked that hard in my life! He never did it like that again. He bruised me with his teeth, he was slapping my ass, my thighs, squeezing parts of me hard and he shoved his dick inside me so hard I could swear he broke me. But he still made me come. He made sure I came, with all the hard fucking he did. He took great pleasure in that. He kept on fucking me until I was begging him to stop. And he didn't right away. He fucked my ass until he came. I couldn't even stand afterwards. My whole body was shaking and he had stretched my legs so hard to open me up to him, they refused to support me.

Q: What did you do?

Sam: I tried to put as much distance between him and me. I wasn't afraid of him, I've never been. But I knew he could still keep on fucking me. Fingers, tongue. He's good with both. Very good. But my muscles were sore and my clit hurt from his dick and fingers.

Q: Did he try to keep going?

Sam: No. He pulled away from me and I went to apologize for hurting him. I was the reason we fought and I had hurt him badly. Worse that he ever deserved. For anything he might have done. He stood there and looked at me while I talked. We were sitting on the floor of his living room and when I was done talking. Then he did something I never want to see him do again. He crawled towards me on his hand and knees, crying. He just collapsed with his head in my lap and wouldn't move until he had no more tears to cry. He kept saying how sorry he was for hurting me. He picked me up off the floor and carried me to the bathroom, washed me, dried me, placed me in bed and took care of me the whole night. He wouldn't believe me when I kept saying I was fine.

Q: Did you ever hurt him during sex?

!!! Sam: Once. He was fighting some long ago memories and he wouldn't snap out of it. He had me recreate the events, so every time he'd remember it they'd be tied to me and not that horrifying experience. He had me to beat him with a wooden stick until I draw blood. Tie him up, spread open by the hands and feet and whip him. Handle his dick to hurt it. But the worst thing, that scared me, was when he asked me to take my vibrator and fuck his ass hard enough to draw blood. I did it all, as hard as he asked me to.

Q: Did he come?

!!! Sam: Yes. He was supposed to. He was hard, in spite of the pain and blood, but he wouldn't come. So I kept the toy in his ass and slipped my body under his and helped him sink his dick inside my body. I fucked him both ways and my body helped him get off, in spite of the toy in his body. When I was done, he was bloody, bruised, shaking like a leaf and hurting all over. He scared the hell out of me. I stayed the whole night awake caring for him and his wounds. He had recovered by morning and he's never bothered with those memories again.

Q: Patricia: How did you feel when Jack gave complete control over to you? To know that he trusted you that much, what was it like?

!!! Sam: It was scary at first. And it scared me more as time passed and I saw him sit there passive and moaning and groaning and taking every little thing I gave and not once tried to fight back. It hurt me to hurt him. When I was done with him, when all was done, I was dizzy and weak and I don't even know how much time I spent in the bathroom throwing up. But I loved him so much that night. The trust he put in me, the way he opened himself completely to me, no holding back. He exposed his own blood and mortality to me and I was terrified. We did sex with him tied up a few times, but it was a mere shadow of what he gave me this night. It was a game, it was pretend. We knew the real thing, how far he'd go, how much he trusted me, how much he loved me. I knew I could do anything to him and he'd cry "more". I feel like I'm everything I can be when he looks at me and I know his trust. I feel I have the world at my feet, I am complete, I am perfect.

Q: What was the sexiest thing he did with you?

Sam: I don't know… every time he touches me is the most erotic thing in the world. He stripped for me. No music or any show like that. He just looked straight at me and started slowly unbuttoning and stripping. Very slowly. Revealing his skin bit by bit, slowly. He has great skin. I'm crazy about it. Firm, smooth, slightly tanned, tasting like him and soap and sweat. By the time he was done I was already wet and ready. But he just went to stripping me, just as slowly and I could see his dick harden between his legs. He was amazing. He didn't let me touch him until he was over. And by then he was hard and I was so wet.

Q: Was there any sex on base?

Sam: Yes. Several times. Each time we were so afraid we'd get caught. It didn't last long. But we were so turned on and in need we just had to get it over with. We locked ourselves in a storage room with no cameras. He fingered me until I came and then fucked me quick and hard. I don't think he was expecting me to come again on his dick, but I did and he lost it there and then. After that there was a blowjob here and finger fuck there. Whenever we'd end up staying on base for days and it got too bad for us to think clearly.

Q: What was the longest it lasted?

Sam: 6 hours. He got in bed with me sometime around 10 PM and fucked me until 4 AM. I don't even remember how many times I came that night, but he stayed hard the entire time. He came only once, at the end when I went down on him and he came in my mouth. He wasn't able to fuck me for his orgasm. He was exhausted. So I just pinned him to the bed and took care of him. He has an incredible self control. And if it weren't for his age, I think he could have gone longer. I'm just not sure I could have. I mean 6 hours? He fucked me every possible way. Twice. And I came screaming every time. He spent the next day sleeping.

Q: You said you like licking his skin. What does he like you to do?

Sam: His ear for one. The first time I did it, it was because I wanted to. I started running the tip of my tongue around his ear and dipping in and I felt him shudder against me. He never shuddered just from my kissing his skin. So I kept going and he was moaning the next second. And he has this little soft spot just under his earlobe. Whenever I want to hear Jack O'Neill hiss my name that's where I go. And the back of his neck, right at the base. I was standing behind him, he was sitting between my legs and I was giving him a hand job. So I started licking and kissing the back of his neck. When I reached the base and I nipped at it he came, groaning my name, on the spot. It was a very satisfying feeling.

Q: How does he usually kiss you?

Sam: Depends. When he just wants to say "hi" or something like that there's no tongue. He just presses his mouth to mine and slowly sucks at my lips. Which is the most comforting feeling in the world. He's warm and soft and sure of what he does. When he wants to arouse, then the tongue comes into play and it just slips from between his lips and I feel the tip of it slowly enter between mine and run around my teeth. As much as I may hate to admit it there's no way I can not open my mouth to it. It's so warm and wet when it slips between my lips and it feels like him, there's no way to resist. And then it's inside my mouth and he starts running it around. He can be both sweet and slow, or hard and demanding. Either way the result is the same. It's intoxicating and addictive to know what he can do with his tongue in my mouth. Then there's his warm breath fluttering on my cheek and even if he doesn't moan out loud I can feel the change in his breathing so I know when he's moaning inside.

Q: Is here anything in particular that makes him moan silently when he kisses you?

Sam: He likes the way my tongue feels when I run it against his. He tastes as much of my mouth as he can, and he moans when I slip my tongue slowly against his to pull him deeper in. He obeys every time and usually this is when his tongue starts moving harder in my mouth.

Q: What is most number of times you've made love in a 24 hour period?

Sam: That would be the first time we went to his cabin. We stayed the week end and in one day we made love 6 times. Let's see… I woke up first in the morning and he was hard so I just started playing with his body and he slowly woke up with me going down on him. So he sat back and let me do what I wanted and we made love then. After that, I left him sleeping and went to shower. But he sneaked after me and walked in on me in the shower and he fucked me against the shower wall. Then he wanted to teach me how to fish, but after a few tries I figured there were better uses for those fingers of his. Like having them deep inside me when I came on them. So we ended up making love on the deck. Then came dinner and surprisingly we got through that without clearing the table and doing it right there. I went to get a bit of work done after dinner and he tried to read something, but thought he'd have more fun if he'd have his head between my legs. And you know, I tried to just let him have his fun while I did the work but he's not one to be ignored. Especially when he has his tongue pushing inside my opening. So we ended up doing it on the sofa. I got the work done after that, but only because I locked him in the bedroom. After I finished I went in, tied him to the bed and had my own little fun. I came four times then. He came twice. So… depends whose you count. Then the next day we went at it again.

Q: What's your favorite position?

Sam: It may sound boring but I like having him on top. There's nothing wrong with me being on top, it's a real thrill to be fucking Jack O'Neill until he's begging, and I can feel him enter so deep inside me when he's fucking me from behind. But the real truth is that there's nothing like having Jack O'Neill fuck me. He's strong and his heavy and it's incredibly erotic to have him on top of me. I can really feel his strength when he's thrusting into me like this. He can open my legs as much as he can, he sets the pace, the depth, the angle. He does it as he wants and when he makes me come, it's not the intensity of the orgasm that consumes me, rather than then feeling of complete submission to him. I love him and to have him take me so completely and shatter me, it's perfect. And the way he looks at me when I come under him, the way he watches me, it's completely fulfilling. And then he beings thrusting inside me for his own release and I love the way he feels then. His hands are gripping my hips and he's moving fast and rough inside and then he comes and seeing his face then, when he's on top of me, between my legs and coming it's the most beautiful sight ever.

Q: Where is the most unique place you've made love?

Sam: That would have to be on base. But not just anywhere. It was the weekend, it was a holiday… can't remember which one and most of the personnel was on leave. And I was running a diagnosis and went to one of the lower levels of the SGC to check on some control panels. And out of nowhere, there he is, locking the doors behind him with this… predatory look in his eyes. He starts stalking towards me and begins stripping me. He had disabled the cameras and he strips me until I have only my tank top on and ties my hands above my head, to one of the pipes running along the walls. Then he strips himself and starts licking my body. He got me off with his tongue and fingers. Then he fucked me from behind until I came again, before he turned me around and started working for his own release.

Q: What is your wildest fantasy?

Q: Patricia: What is your ultimate sexual fantasy? Have you experienced it/played it out?

Sam: Giving him a blow job in his General's office. The only thing is that the office has a glass wall that shows into the briefing room. And that's a public place. Anyone can pass by and see us. Our sex life is our own. We have no intention of displaying all over the SGC. Now if there were a way to install a one way window there… I'd be with his dick in my mouth so fast…

Q: What do you like best, when he goes down on you or when he fucks you?

Sam: There are advantages to both actually. He's very good with his tongue, and he does these little moves where he sucks and licks at the same time that are earth shattering. But as incredible as the sight of his silver hair might be between my legs, there really is no substitute for having Jack fuck me. I can feel his body against mine, I can feel him shudder and tremble along with me after a particularly good thrust of his hips. And I can see the pleasure and need across his features. When he's fighting for breath his tongue sometimes pokes out to run across his dry lips and it's breath taking. His eyes close and it's either his eyelids flutter shut or he screws his eyes shut, depending what sensations run through him and the intensity of it. It's a wonder to watch his face as we fuck. That's one. The second part would be the feel of his dick sliding in and out of me. As good as he may be with his tongue, his dick stretches me so deliciously and the feel of his hips thrusting against mine is incredible. And I love the feel when he first enters me and my muscles slip down his entire length from head to base.

Q: Have you ever had sex off-world?

Sam: Sometimes. He doesn't travel with us off-world so much now that he's the General, but when he does and it has been assessed that there is no danger, or it's a planet we already know and trust, he's not shy about going for sex with me. And neither am I. I remember once we were on a planet for some negotiations and I was getting so bored talking with the diplomats. So out of the blue Jack sits up and with Daniel and Teal'c right there, he excuses us on the pretense he needs to talk about something with me. So he pulls me into a corner down a hallway, turns me to face the wall, drops my pants and his, and fucks me fast and hard right there. The negotiations went a lot smoother after that. Then there's the occasional sex in the tent, or him sneaking into my room, when we sleep in the natives' accommodations. The first time he sneaked into my room we were on a pre-industrialized planet. And I was just barely asleep, when I see him poke his head in through the door then tip-toe in and lock the door. I didn't move. It was so funny to see him. He striped and got in my bed and spooned up against me, running his hands under my T-shirt. He was already hard against my ass, so I just stayed like we were, spooned against each other, and I let him slip my underwear off and sink his dick inside me. He fucked me slow until we both came.

Q: Have you ever fantasized about fucking Daniel? Teal'c?

Sam: I can't say I have. I mean, they're both very attractive me, I'm not blind, and I can't say I haven't wondered about how they are in bed, or even if Daniel knows any Goa'uld pillow talk. But the truth is that I have no desire to sleep with either of them. As I said, they're attractive, but they don't have Jack's allure and sexuality. I can stay just a couple of minutes in the same room with Jack and he can have me wet and ready without even touching me. His eyes are arousing, and his body language is just as sexual as anything else he can do with his hands or lips.

Q: Ever wanted to use any of those alien artifacts on Jack?

Sam: Actually I already have. That hand ribbon device. Among other things, I've given him a hand job with it on. He loved it. The cool metal against his hot flesh. He was groaning and gasping with every move of my hand. And when he came, he came screaming, his body arching off the bed, his eyes were screwed shut, his mouth open and screaming. I loved watching him. Plus, the ribbon isn't meant just for pain. If there is enough training, and with the help of Jolinar's remains in me I could lower the energy it released and I ran it over his body. I was nowhere within his reach, and these arousing sensations were running through his body, shooting up his spine. He was moaning and tossing and turning on the bed, but he had no one there to touch. So I kept running the energy over his body, shooting nearly orgasmic sensations through him, until his hands gripped his own body and I continued with the ribbon device while he brought himself off.

Q: Other than the obvious, what part of Jack O'Neill do you like the best?

Q: Patricia: What is your favorite physical part of Jack O'Neill? You have several...that's fine...do tell!

Sam: Well the obvious would be his face… yeah, ok, seriously. I do like his dick. I really do. Took great pleasure in it when I sucked him off that first time. But his face isn't that bad either. I mean those are the features of a man I spent the last 8 years of my life loving. And hiding it. I was staring at his face thinking of how he looked when he came, how it would feel against my lips, how it would taste. Now I can do all that. And it's great! After we made love once, I climbed on top of him and started touching and kissing and licking his face. I memorized every detail of his face with my lips and the tip of my fingers. But my absolute favorite are his hands. They feel so great! His fingers and palm are just a little bit rough from the handling of weapons throughout his years of service and from field work. Planting C4, digging out of rubble. He has long lean fingers that feel incredible when he's fingering me. They're long and he pushes in two at the same time and it stretches me and reaches inside me. Plus it's a sure way to orgasm when he flexes those fingers on every stroke and I feel the tip of his fingers massaging my inner walls. He takes great patience in fingering me. He has very beautiful hands. Just like the rest of him, they don't show his age. One night, I waited until he was asleep and I pulled his hands to me and I played with them. Kissing them, touching them, feeling them. Lacing my fingers with his. They felt so soft and passive, accepting me, no resistance, no movement, as he kept sleeping next to me. I fell asleep with them hugged to my breasts. I don't know what he thought of it when he woke up in the morning. He woke up before me, but didn't say anything.

Q: Patricia: What always turns you on?

Sam: His presence. Then again there's nothing like watching Jack O'Neill strip. He can do it any time, in any circumstances, it always turns me on without a doubt. The first time I confessed it to him, he was a bit surprised. I had spent the entire day working and he waited for me so he could drive me home. I was too tired. So we get to my place and I had almost fallen asleep in the car, so we go to the bedroom and get ready for bed. I had already stripped down and had my night gown on and I was coming out of the bathroom. He was just starting to strip and I just stood there watching him move about the room, taking his clothes off. It was like watching the most private moment of his life unfold before my eyes. The way he was grabbing at his clothes, pulling them off, his body language relaxing more and more as he stripped. His hands brushing against his skin, running through his hair, over his face. Grabbing hold here and there of a sore muscle and kneading it. The way the muscles in his arms and back were flexing with his moves. I could see them ripple under his slightly tanned skin, his body arching. Stretching. He looked so sexy when he dropped his jeans and kicked them off. He has really long legs and they're very well built. And the way his white boxers hugged his ass so nicely. It just begs me to slip my hand under the waist band and start feeling him.

Q: Did he let you watch him like that?

Sam: He didn't see me. He was already down to his boxers when he saw me. I was biting my lips and I think I was flushed, because I certainly felt very hot. I never saw him blush before. He turned red. It was spreading down his neck and just barely over his shoulders. He was trying to come up with a sarcastic remark but just stood there looking at me. So I walked up to him and did just what I wanted. I slipped my hand in his boxers and started feeling him. Grabbing his ass, running the tip of my fingers in between his cheeks, coming around to the front and curling my fingers around his soft dick, stroking slowly, cupping his balls. He licked his lips and looked down at me without moving. He tried to stop me when he realized I was going for sex. I had just about fallen asleep in the car. He doubted I was up for it. That's when I told him that watching strip was an utter turn on. So he let me stroke him in his boxers until he was hard and then I got in bed while he got rid of them and moved on top of me and fucked me oh, so slowly. Then later on he did that strip show for me.

Q: Patricia: Do you like S&M?

!!! Sam: I didn't before I had Jack. I was never comfortable being that helpless with a man before. With him there's no fear, there's no holding back or the need to have a saying in what goes on. I'd say it's because I'm used to following his lead because of our military status, but it's not true. There have been moments in the field when I wasn't comfortable with his actions, but still followed them. Here there's nothing like that. I'm his completely, without any doubt or holding back. The first time we did anything remotely S&M was that time after the fight when he fucked me hard without holding back in any way. Then came the night he had me hurt him. But the first time we did it for sexual fantasies I was the one to ask him. I had already obtained several items. We were at my place and he was in the kitchen doing the dishes. I walked up behind him and wrapped a leather strip around his wrists. He gasped and looked at me over his shoulder. He had figured out what I wanted, but thought I wanted to do it to him. So I leaned in to him and whispered "I want you to tie me down and fuck me hard. I want to scream for you."

Q: Patricia: Details, please.

!!! Sam: He left the dishes and followed me to the bedroom. He took the strip from me and used a black silky piece of cloth to blindfold me. He pushed me roughly on the bed and I bounced around not able to get my bearings. I felt the mattress dip and he got on and he pinned me face up, with a knee placed on my chest. He tied my hands to the headboard and began feeling my body. He slipped one of his hands roughly inside my shorts and under my panties to finger me. I was barely wet and he slipped just one finger inside my opening. He pulled my pants and panties off and moved to pick up a knife. He ran it up my inner thighs and over my belly before he slipped it under my T-shirt and cut it off me with short fast moves. He didn't nip at my skin once. When I was naked he flipped me on my belly and picked up a short whip. He pulled my ass in the air while I kept my upper body on the bed, and he spread my legs. He started hitting my ass and thighs and every now and then moving a hand to grab at my breasts and pinch the nipple. A couple of times he threatened me that he'd finger my ass when he moved his fingers over the hole, pushing in just a little before pulling back. It didn't take long until I was wet enough to drip down my thighs.

Q: Did he talk dirty to you?

!!! Sam: Yes. To order me around, what he wanted me to do, how he wanted me to move, to tell me what he liked. He had me talk dirty to him. Beg him to fuck me, describe how he felt when he was fingering me, fucking me. He moved upside down on me, with me on the bottom and fucked my mouth, while my hands were still tied. At the same time he pushed his fingers inside my pussy. But not to get me off. He just felt around, played around. Then he shoved the end of the whip inside and fucked me with it while he slipped his hand under me and slipped two fingers in my ass. He fucked me with the end of the whip until I came on it, with his fingers in my ass and with his dick down my throat. He also fucked me up the ass and he had me finger myself to get off.

Q: How many times did you and him come?

!!! Sam: I came 6 times. His fingers, the whip, my own fingers, he tongued me at some point from behind while he kept whipping at my body. He had me use my own vibrator at one point while I was sucking his dick and he grabbed my hand and forced me to fuck myself hard until I came. Then the last fuck when he fucked me for his own release. He had tied my hands again and had hooked another strip under each of my knees and pulled them up towards my shoulders and as far apart as possible and tied the strips to my wrists. Then he grabbed my hips and started fucking me without mercy until he came inside me. For him, other than this, he came twice more. In my mouth when he fingered my ass and fucked me with the whip and up my ass while I was fingering myself.

Q: Patricia: Does the prospect of getting caught while engaging in sexual activities get you even more excited?

Sam: I don't really like the thought of being caught while I'm having sex with Jack. He's not something I like to share. Especially when he's naked and hard and turned on. I don't want anyone else to see what he looks like when he's fucking me. But whenever we have sex in places where we can get caught, he's different. He moves differently. Hard, fast, determinate, he doesn't slow down or pause and he's working me hard and sure towards orgasm. And he doesn't stop when I come, just keeps on going for his release, with my body spamming around him and my screams muffled by his shoulder or hands. It's quick, but strong and satisfying.

Q: Patricia: What places have you had sex where you could have easily been caught?

Sam: Sometimes it was off-world in a corner of a building, or against a tree. Sometimes it was on base, but we're very careful there and try not to do it unless we really, really can't go on without it. Otherwise, in the bathroom of a bar, parking lot. His kitchen with the guys out back.

Q: Patricia: Have you ever been caught having sex? By whom?

Q: Ever been caught in the act? Details! Details!!

Sam: We were caught once, at O'Malley's, in the men's room. We had already done it in the ladies room, so now it was my turn. And the bartender walks in. We were in a stall, but we stopped too late and he had heard the racket and figured it out. I was with my back against a wall of the stall and my feet planted on the opposite wall, to lessen the stress on his knees, and I was just about to come when we stopped. The bartender didn't know who was in there, and he was cracking jokes about us and criticizing. Jack was laughing against my shoulder, but I was this close to orgasm and I was muffling my moans in his shoulder and grinding my hips against his. I really needed him to fuck me. So finally the guy walks out and Jack slams into me again, hard and I finally come, while he keeps fucking me and comes. Then we were almost caught again at a party at a friend's place, an officer from the SGC. We went to the study and he had locked the door. So we kind of take our time a little, kissing, touching. Just as he had my skirt around my waist and his fingers inside me and I was undoing his pants to take his dick out, we hear the door rattle. What we didn't know was that there were two doors to the study and when we spot the second one, we knew there was no time to lock it. So he pulls away from me, I fix my skirt and stand up from the desk while he quickly sits down at it, to hide his hard on. The person came in just as I had finished with my skirt and he was slipping the last tip of his finger out of his mouth, having cleaned my juices off it. They didn't catch on. Just thought we were talking business. I looked like I was standing at attention before Gen. O'Neill.

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Q: Ok, Sam, we're back.

Sam: Yep. Still got some sweet stories to tell. So come on, what else you want to know?

Q: Patricia: Just how great is Jack O'Neill in bed? Multiple Orgasms?

Sam: He is great! So great. It's not just his technique, although he definitely knows what he's doing. And he knows it. He knows exactly what he can do, what are his strong points, his weaknesses… although I can't really think of a weakness… It's his power and passion that consumes you completely. That's what arouses and stimulates. You have this man before you, strong and powerful, fierce and passionate. And he is aroused and hard and he needs you. He touches me and kisses me, and takes my body for his pleasure and revels in it. He enjoys fucking me, making love with me. He gave me multiple orgasms more than once. He has a lot of self-control and he knows it. He can do anything he wants with me.

Q: Patricia: Details please!

Sam: I mean for example he once fucked me excruciatingly slow until I came. It took about one hour. He moved slow, at a regular pace. Very slow. And he can read my reactions to what he does. He knows exactly when to thrust hard, he knows when to circle his hips against mine and he can angle his pelvis so he strokes on my clit on every thrust. Plus, his hands are a wonder. The way he grips my hips and angles my pelvis to his thrusts, the way he sneaks a hand under my ass to hold me to him when I come. Plus he does these little moves with his hips where he angles his dick so he hits my G-spot and when he finds it, his thrusts become short and he keeps hitting the spot with the head of his dick, stroking it like he does with his fingers. And he hits it hard and strokes it strong and I come arching in his arms. And then he keeps going at it until I come again. He gives me no time to relax. Another thing he's good at is talking during it. He can say such stupid things at work sometimes, but God, when he talks in bed it's Haven! The way his voice deepens and shakes with the effort and sensations. Telling me what he wants of me. He's not shy with words. And he doesn't blush or hesitate when he says it. He's commanding when he talks dirty while he fucks me.

Q: Patricia: How is it possible for any man to have eyes as sexy and incredible as his deep chocolate brown depths that make every living thing just want to rip his clothes off and do things to him that...?

Sam: That… would re-define mortal sin and make the devil blush and look away? That would make him scream and cry and beg for more? If he puts his mind to it I think he can be the downfall of any woman. He was mine. I love my career and the AF. And yet here I am, desperately and hopelessly in love with my CO, fucking him every chance I get, anyway I can, and having no intention to stop. I think what he is today that's so damned lustful about him is the completion of all those years of service. He's a grown man, with a past and a strength that comes from years of honorable service. He knows who he is and he's not about compromises. Then there's that dark side to him that you know will pull you in and trap you and devour you along with him. And damn it if it just doesn't make you want to fuck it right out of him. He's a child at heart in the wrapping of an AF General. And it's those "deep chocolate brown depths" that are so incredible when he comes. He rarely has the strength to keep his eyes open when he comes, but when he does I make damn sure I watch him. He looks at me right up until he comes and then they glaze over and darken. They loose the focus he has on my face and pure bliss flashes in them as he trembles against me.

Q: Patricia: Describe what it feels like and what goes through your head when Jack O'Neill is pleasuring you.

Sam: I don't really get to do much thinking when he's fucking me. Well, maybe except "oh my God, oh my God, oh my God…". As for how it feels, well, and this is slow motion here… there's that first moment when I feel the tip of his dick slipping through my folds and he holds it at my opening to either give me time or to gain leverage and thrust, depends on weather we go slow or hard. And he feels hard and hot and realization that he'll fuck me spreads through my body and, depending on the position, I usually grip hold of his body for anchoring. And then the next second the tip slips in and it's the first stretch around his size and it's absolutely delicious. I get wetter instantly and he slips in the rest of the length in one smooth move until he's fully inside. And I feel his hands gripping my body, when I still flutter around him, to accommodate him. He starts moving, slipping slowly out and I feel the slight pull at my muscles and then he thrust hard back in and suddenly stretches me again. And again. He rotates his hips sometimes and stretches me more, before he starts thrusting again. I can feel his body start to sweat from the strain and my own begins to tens up from the sensations. And he keeps going, slamming into me and I feel his pelvis slap against mine, his muscles rippling in his back, his fast breathing. And I know it's all for me, for my body, for my orgasm. It's really thrilling to feel orgasm building inside my body and Jack fucking me, his body sweating, his words in my ear, his body straining and the feel of his hard dick moving in and out of me. All for me. He's fucking me for me.

Q: Patricia: Can I please have him for myself?

Sam: Sorry, but Jack O'Neill is not something to be shared or given away. Once you have him, it's like he's crawled inside your body and he has no intention of leaving. I spend every moment I am away from him wanting nothing more than to just run back to him and feel him against me, that he's mine, all mine. And there are moments when he subdues you completely and you'd fall to your knees before him and beg and cry and love and fuck for his pleasure only and moments when you see his sweet eyes with traces of tears and he's submissive and passive and yours. In your arms or at your feet. And then there are moments when I hate him for the indifferent smart ass he is and suddenly he finds a way to say "I love you so much, you're my life" and you love him for all the indifferent smart ass he is. That is not something I will ever give up.

Q: Do you like him to cum in your mouth?

Sam: Yes, I do. I love the way his dick feels when it stretched my lips and the way he rubs on my tongue, the taste of him invading my mouth. When he comes I can feel his hips moving towards my face, jerking against my mouth and with a harsh sound torn of his lips, his come shoots in my mouth, filling it, and I swallow at him while the only thing I am aware of is his taste and the hot sensation of his release in my mouth, down my throat. His voice, moaning, the tremble of his body, the way he tries to push more and more of himself in my mouth as release runs through him.

Q: Just how does Jack O'Neill taste?

Sam: There is no one word for it. The first time I tasted him I spent hours trying to figure it out. It has a salty feel, but what leaves me breathless each time is the taste of HIM. That hidden part of him, the most inner reality of his being. He tastes like everything he is. The real him. No uniform, no career, no past, no fears, nothing but him. It's a very strong tastes and as he shoots his release in my mouth, the taste of him hits me like a wave, floods my senses, my lips tighten around him to keep any of it from spilling, my tongue swallows as much of him as I can, and I'm flooded by the taste and hot feel. It's powerful and strong and a sensation that stays with me for days. I can still taste him on my lips days after the blowjob, and it is just as strong as it was then. I can feel it all over in my mouth. It's the taste of his release, his loss of control, his surrender. It should be forbidden to taste this good.

Q: Do you like it in your ass?

Sam: I do. From him. He never hurt me when we did it. He always made sure I was stretched enough and there was enough lubrication for it. Even when he fucked me that time when he tried to hurt me. Even then he made sure his dick was wet enough from my juices not to hurt me too badly. He is great with anal. He stretches me with his fingers first. He used my own juices for lubrication only once. He keeps a tube of lube in his nightstand. He knows how fast to move and how to angle his hips for it to be a great fuck. And with the tight fit of my ass I can feel every detail of his dick rub against my walls. It's an incredible stretch and the orgasm is mind blowing. He brings me off with his fingers and keeps his dick moving slowly in and out, while I come. He doesn't last too long when he fuck my ass. But so far he didn't come without me.

Q: Who initiated the first voluntary anal?

Sam: He did. That time when he wanted to hurt me doesn't count. I remember the first time he asked me to do this we were in the middle of sex and he stops. He hesitated a bit before he actually said it. He started with "you know I'd never hurt you…" and all that. I accepted on the spot and he was completely surprised. He started kissing me like mad, feeling me. He was so going to blow right there if he kept it up. Then came the moment for finding the lube. He hadn't used it in a while and he was going through his bathroom for it. He turned that place up side down. We kept the morning cleaning up. So he's swearing like mad and he finally finds it and all he can do is stand in the door and stare at me, naked on his bed. And he comes to me, flips me on top of him and moves me to straddle him and pulls me over him. He was kissing me slow on my neck and shoulders while he was moving his hands over my ass and using the lube he slipped them in and started stretching me. He kept me on top of him, stretched out over his body and kissing my skin until he was fingering my ass with three fingers. Then he turned us over and had a pillow under my lower back. He kept fingering my ass while he asked me to lube his dick. He moved my legs high around him and slipped out the fingers and replaced them immediately with the head of his dick. He took his time slipping in, letting me get used with the feel of his dick in my ass. Then he started fucking my ass good. It felt great.

Q: How many times have you done it in one night?

Sam: 6 times. That first nigh we slept together. We count one up against the wall. Then he fucked me 5 more times in my bed. He came right along with me each time. He spent the next hour or so touching and caressing my body. Feeling every inch of me and he was getting hard again. When he was hard again, he was rubbing it against my thigh, or my ass, whispering "I need you…". He didn't force me into it and I could have refused him anytime, but God, he felt so good and I needed him so much I took him willingly each time and made sure he came hard.

Q: Would you entertain the thought of having someone watch?

Sam: I like having Jack all to myself. The way he look when he's hit by his orgasm, he way he moves. I'm not crazy about the thought of sharing what we do with someone else. However… I have often wondered what it would be like to watch him fuck another woman. Not sex, not making love. Just simply watch him fuck. I can feel a lot of him when we have sex, my hands roaming his body, my legs wrapper around him. But it's not the same as seeing all of his body. And I like the thought of seeing him do it. Seeing all of him, the way he moves on her, watch his muscles flex. He has a magnificent body, and I really wish I could see it arch and move and flex when he fucks.

Q: Have you talked about this with him? Do you know if he'd do it?

Sam: I haven't talked about it with him, yet. I've thought about it many times, and he's wild and unconventional enough to do it. He's far from being a saint. And I doubt he's spent the last 4 years… since Laira… like a monk. He's no stranger to one night pointless fucks. He's not a fan of going out and picking up strange women, fucking them and then leaving in the morning, but he did it more than once. But I know he'd do this with me… for me.

Q: All men have their weakness, their sensitive spot, the place on his body that will drop him to his knees moaning in pleasure when properly stimulated. What's Jack's?

Sam: Well, with Jack, there are these two spots that will completely shatter all his self-control when we're having sex and he'll come on the spot, hard. No matter whether I came or not. He'll just loose it on the spot. It's the spot right behind his earlobe and another on his back, at the base of his neck. But there's also "that" spot.

Q: Have you ever used these spots to get him off? Before he made you come?

Sam: The one behind his ear is easily accessible and even though I've never done it, I'm seriously considering breaking him once before he's had the chance to get me off. I just want to see him loose it completely in spite of his best efforts. He's completely powerless to that spot. I can't reach the spot at the back of his neck when we're making love, but I've given him hand jobs where it was easy to nip and lick at it. But these are two spots that work when we're already having sex and his entire body is on overload. I've tried to see what they do to him if I were to start nipping at them just like that, out of the blue, and besides the fact that he's enjoying it a lot they won't drop him to his knees. So then came the search for that spot. Which of course had to be other than his dick. I mean, that's a given. THAT spot that… "will drop him to his knees moaning in pleasure". And I found it. His belly button. It makes him moan and beg, and say my name over and over, and that's just in the first 2 seconds of having my lips on it.

Q: How did you find it?

Sam: We were at the cabin and he had this black cotton button-down shirt on. And he was sitting on the sofa reading something. He was looking so gorgeous, early in the morning, with his hair all messed up and in those worn out clothes. He was sitting comfortably resting on the couch so I came and knelt between his legs. He didn't look up from his reading, just brushed my hair with one hand. We've become comfortable with one another by then to just let the other cuddle up to us. That's what gave me the element of surprise, and made it that much better. He never saw it coming. So I popped the last buttons on his shirt. At first I was going to run my hands up under the shirt, but then as the buttons were undone his belly was naked before me and I just couldn't help myself. I bent my head and kissed his belly button, running my tongue around the edges. His reaction was instantaneous. His file dropped from his hands, his head went back, eyes screwed shut and he moaned my name. It was magnificent! In the next two seconds he was restless on the sofa, his body arching, his hands in my hair, moaning and biting his lips. I couldn't stop. I kept licking and nipping at it and he was just the most incredible site I ever saw. His skin flushed, his eyes had darkened and glazed over and he got hard.

Q: When did you stop? What happened afterwards?

Sam: I stopped when I heard him beg me to, that he couldn't take it anymore, that he needed me. His voice was so strained and he actually begged me. He grabbed my arms and pulled me up to him. It took him a good few minutes to recover and get back in control. He stripped my pants off and pulled me to straddle him and fuck him right there. He didn't last long. He got me off fast by rubbing hard at my clit and he blew the same moment. It was a really lovely experience to discover him like this. His luck is that this spot is well hidden under his clothes, because knowing what it does to him and how he looks and wants me afterwards, I'd be rather tempted to just take advantage of a moment of distraction on his part and have my lips on it. Like this, under his shirt and jacket and all the clothes, it's well protected. But one of these days… I don't know. We'll see. We're very careful about going at it in public.

Q: Queen Mab: Have you ever faked an orgasm with Jack?

Sam: Yes, once. But he can't ever know. It was one night when we got home after having spent 3 days on base, working non stop. We got in bed and he told me "I missed you, I need you." So we begin making love, but I was too worn out and tired to come and I know he was too, to keep at it for too long. He could have gotten me off eventually, but he needed sleep much more than his ego needed having me orgasm. I told him to finish, that it was ok, that I was too tired, but he kept fucking me, whispering "not without you, Sam, not without you." At that time I didn't know about the spot behind his ear that would have taken care of him for sure. Then again it would really have been a kick to his ego. So I faked it. He came "with" me and fell asleep on top of me while he was regaining his breath. At the time I thought he'd figure it out in the morning, but he didn't say anything about it.

Q: Queen Mab: What's the worse thing he ever asked you to do in bed?

!!! Sam: That time when he asked me to hurt him. I don't think I ever hated myself more than when I made him come inside my body, while I was fucking his ass. He was moaning and grunting in pain, trembling against me and still my body got him off. I hated myself for it, but I knew it was what he needed. Jack has a lot of demons. And he knows each one in great detail. Some he faced and killed himself. Others, I killed for him. This one… this one required this of both of us.

Q: Queen Mab: What's the best thing he ever asked you to do in bed?

Sam: When he first flipped me around for a 69. He was on his back and pulled my hips over his face. He thrust his hips towards me and told me "get me off." The next thing I knew his lips were on my clit sucking and licking. I bent over and stretched over him and took his dick in my mouth. He was absolutely great with his lips on me, pushing his tongue slowly in my opening, twisting around and stretching me. And to that it was added the feel and taste of his dick in my mouth, slipping in and out, tasting him with my tongue and enjoying the slight thrusting of his hips to me. It was really wonderful to be stretched over his warm body while I was sucking him off. I could feel the muscles of his abdomen quiver when ever I dipped the tip of my tongue in the small opening. It was great to feel him tremble under me. And with sensation running through him, he worked that much harder on me, licking me and fucking me with his tongue. It was a very satisfying orgasm, to come like that, on his tongue and with is dick deep in my mouth. Feeling my body spasm and shake and the move of his dick as he fucked my mouth throughout my release.

Q: Do you have any nicknames for each other? How did you come up with them?

Sam: Yes, but we only use them during sex. We don't use them every time, but we have them. In our every day life we're still Sam and Jack to one another. We want it that way. I call him Jonathan and he calls me baby. I first called him Jonathan very early in our relationship and he adored it. We were in bed, having sex and he was on top of me, pounding hard into me. On one very strong, very good thrust. I arched off the bed and screamed "Jonathan". I felt him buck against me at the name. He bent over me and told me "say it again". And I did. He moved harder, hitting my clit hard, telling me to keep saying it. I came screaming his name like that. As for 'baby', I was never crazy about all these endearments, but hearing it come off his lips, while his dick was driving into me was the hottest thing ever. The setting for our sex was less than romantic. We were on my living room floor, in the middle of the night, with no lights on what so ever except form the moon and the street. Anyway, I had been on top of him, since I was the one who jumped him when he went to get something to drink. I was very close to coming on him when he pulled himself into a sitting position and then had me on my back with him on top. He hooked one hand under my knee to open me up more and the other was at the back of my neck, tangling in my hair. He had his lips on my neck and my ear and he began whispering with ever pound of his hips against me "come on baby, come on baby…". His body was trembling against mine, and his voice was low and rough and shaking as he repeated it over and over, cracking with the effort of driving himself into me. But he kept saying it, kissing my neck, urging me on. I came with his words, vaguely hearing him whisper "oh, yes baby, yes." He came with me, screaming in my neck. I loved hearing him call me that. The way it sounded, the way his voice sounded, the emotions in that one word. He was so sexy. We were left with Jonathan and baby. If we were to use them on a daily basis I doubt they'd have the fame feel to them as they have in those moments of intimacy and complete surrender. And I'd so kill him if he ever called me 'baby' in public. Seriously, I would.

Q: Did he ever hit you?

!!! Sam: Did he tell you? Yes, he did. Once. He didn't mean to, and I'm not saying that to cover up for him. And I didn't go along saying I fell down the stairs. He actually didn't mean to. I wanted to try S&M for the first time with him and while he slept I tied him to the bed and blindfolded him. He woke up tied down and completely naked and he snapped. He was screaming like mad, fighting the restraints so hard I thought he'd either break them or his joints. He was swearing, yelling, demanding to be let free, threatening. I went to free him and calm him, but as soon as his first hand was free he took a swing at this enemy he was fighting, who as it happened it was me, and his palm hit my face full force, sending me off the bed. I was lucky he didn't hit me with his fist or he would have broken my nose or knocked my teeth out. He tore off his restraints and blindfold and backed himself in a corner, terrified and shaking. He came to himself as soon as he saw he was in his home and her crashed on the floor. The next thing he saw was me on the floor with a broken lip, trying to wipe away the blood. So you understand, he didn't mean to hit me.

Q: What did he do when he saw you?

Sam: He freaked. He went white as sheet. He wanted to come to me but didn't know how to approach me. I kept telling him "it's ok, it's ok, come here" but he just kept repeating how sorry he was, that he didn't mean to, from a safe distance. He finally came to me and held me to him, apologizing to his last breath. He told me everything I wanted to know about why he was so afraid. He told me every little detail, every little fear and pain. There was a time when I couldn't hear anymore, I didn't want to hear anymore, but he held my hands so I couldn't cover my ears and held me to him and kept talking until all had been said and confessed. That's why a couple of days later we did that recreation where I hurt him.

Q: What had happened to him?

Sam: Ask him. If he'll tell you, fine. But I know he had never told anyone before me. Not all of it. He had talked to the shrinks, but told them enough to get through the mandatory therapy and out of their hands. He never talked about it with anyone else. I won't tell it. If he'll tell you… it's his choice.

Q: How did you explain having been hit?

Sam: I'm a Colonel in the US AF. People don't ask. Just like they don't ask with any other injury or when I display a gun shot wound. All in the line of duty. The only ones who asked were Daniel and Teal'c, at the briefing, two days later. And I just told them the truth. General O'Neill hit me. Teal'c just raised an eyebrow, Daniel's jaw dropped and he jumped Jack when he came in for the briefing. But was quickly silenced. Neither of us wanted to tell them that he hit me when I wanted to do S&M with him. They don't even know we're sleeping together. He let it go when he saw I wasn't bothered with it and that we had worked it out on our own.

Q: What protection do you use during sex?

Sam: With Jack, just birth control pills. I've never used a condom with him, and I'm not really planning to. We trust each other and we're going through medical examinations so often, I'm sick and tired of it. Before him I was also on the pill, but I always used condoms. Even with Pete. I just wasn't comfortable with the thought of having him blow his load inside me. Jack's the first man I've never used condoms with and with whom, as I said, I don't plan to. I want to feel him, his heat, his flesh, hot and hard and smooth inside me. I want him not a latex barrier. And there is absolutely no matter of mistrust. I know he's had a lot of affairs and one night stands in the past years. He's far from being a monk. But I know for a fact he's been careful and safe, always used condoms and I also know Janet took extra care of him. He paid her more visits outside the mandatory exams than he'll ever admit to. If there is one thing the man knows is how to do safe one night stands. Thought about which I'm not crazy, but damn it if it's not feeding my pride to know how wanted he was and that now he's so totally off the market. And mine.

Q: What does Jack O'Neill need in bed?

Sam: Satisfaction. That's what he needs and that's what he's going for each time he fucks. And he's not settling for anything less. For himself, but for his partner just as much. I haven't yet figured out if he enjoys satisfying me because it's a power trip for him, or because he does it for my sake. There are the times when we're making love when I know he does it all for me and for how much he loves me. I have no doubt then. And even then it's just as much for satisfaction as any other time. But I know his reasons. He's clear and open about them. He needs to be given what he wants. When he's in control he takes it. He'll fuck me for all he's worth, ten times over if that's what he needs. When he's passive he needs me to give it to him. He's not against me having all the fun I want fucking him, but he has to get what he wants. He needs to be satisfied, he needs to be pleased, aroused, fucked, he needs a powerful release. He is very caring in bed. Caring and sweet, and considerate and even funny. But he is also demanding. He won't settle with a fuck just for the sake of having his dick in a warm wet body. He knows he's good in bed. Hell, he's had enough women scream their heads off under him, and he knows exactly how to go for a mind blowing release. He knows his body and it doesn't take him more than a couple of minutes of foreplay to figure out his partner, and fuck her to oblivion. All emotions aside, not considering how much I love him and adore him, I have to confess that Jack O'Neill is one hell of a fuck!

Q: What does Jack O'Neill need in a long lasting relationship?

Sam: Understanding and patience. But mostly understanding. If you figure out what he's about you automatically give him patience. He's complicated. He'll hurt you without wanting more than once. But every time he has, he's made it up to me. He's not stupid. He knows his faults. And knows when he screwed up, even if he couldn't help it at the time he did it. With me, unlike in bed, he's completely undemanding. He takes everything and anything I have to give. As much as I decide to give him, anytime. That's why he didn't make a move for 8 fucking years. He loves me like mad, and there's nothing he wouldn't do for me. But you can't get to this point where's he's completely and undoubtedly yours if you're not understanding of his faults and patient with his screw ups. Also he has a dark side that will scare you away for good if you don't know it's there and you don't understand that he'll never hurt you.

Q: Has he ever given you a massage?

Sam: No, not yet. We have it planned for a night, just haven't gotten around to it. But I have given him one. He had come with us in the field and things got bad. We ended up spending one night in the rain, the next day we trailed 20 miles through mud and sand, spent two more nights sleeping on the ground and we were totally broken after that. I recovered pretty much after the shower I took on base. He was finished. So I drove him to my place and stripped him and threw him in the shower again. I got in with him and slowly washed every inch of his body. You have no idea how sensual it can feel to wash his hair. That short silver hair that it so adorable during the day. To run my hands through it wet, to brush through it as the water's running through it. To wash it, massaging it slowly, feeling his body lean heavily against me, to feel it short and slick through my fingers… ehm, ok, yes, side tracked… So I finish washing him and throw him on the bed, face down and get this massage oil I had around and pour some of it on his back.

Q: How did he react?

Sam: He protested at first. Said I should get some sleep, but I so wanted to do this. So I ignored him and began rubbing his back, slowly but powerfully kneading the muscles of his back. I kept moving lower, stroking and working every little muscle in his back, down to his ass, spreading oil on it too and massaging it as well. He tenssed for a split second at the first touch of my oiled hand on it and I felt a surge of pleasure go through me feeling the muscles of his ass contract to firm globes uner my hands, before he relaxed. He was moaning soflt, but stayed completely still. I went down to his legs, until I felt the muscles there relax as well and the knots going away. I ran my hands back up his legs, slipping my thumbs between the cheeks of his ass, shortly massaging his balls with my slick hand, before I stretched my body over his and pulled his hands above his head to rubb them. I massaged them until they relaxed too. It felt incredible to feel his sking under my hand slippery from the oil and his muscles mold to my palm, as they were gradually relaxing. He has a great back. His torso is all muscles, his legs well built, and it's so incredible to take my time and work every single one of them, expliring his body in such great detail wihout the intention to arouse him. Just feel him.

Q: Did it arouse him?

Sam: I think it was beginning to, because while I was working on his upper legs I couldn't help myself not slip my hand between his legs to cup his balls a little or stroke his dick once. But I know I was aroused. I was getting very wet between my legs, and I could feel my body pulsing with need for him. When I was done with his arms, I rubbed my body against his body, feeling my breasts slip against his skin. I moved one of my hands, still slick with oil under his body to his front and wrapped it around his dick and stroked him. But he didn't react. When I looked at him I found him asleep. He had fallen asleep just after I finished his arms and I rested my body tighty against his back and had my head resting on his. In one second he was gone. Relaxed from the shower and the rub. And he just passed out with this satisfied smile on his face. He was so sweet.

Q: What did you do?

Sam: I rolled off of him and went to sleep myself. The next morning I woke up to him fingering me from behind. He had woken up before me and found me wet from last night and after a little foreplay with my pussy, rubbing his fingers through my folds from behind me, stroking my clit, he slipped one finger inside me and moved it slowly in and out while he played with my clit. I woke up on the brink of a powerful orgasm, his fingers moving steadily inside me, my jusices running down his hand, and I wasn't even fully awake. He held me still, while I was floating somewhere between reality and dream, having just woke up, and he kept on fingering me, moving just as slowly in and out, at a steady pace, stretching me, until I came powerfully on his hand. I kept trembling against him for long moments, while my orgasm tore at me. I didn't even have the energy to scream. When I relaxed again he pulled me into his arms and I fell asleep again on the spot.

Q: What's the most romantic thing he did for you?

Sam: Well, we were in the phase where we couldn't keep our hands off each other… ok, we're still there, but what do you want me to do? He has such a wonderful dick and it feels so good when he's sinking it inside my body. And I'm wet for him and he feels so fucking good sliding in, first the head breaching me then the rest of his length… yep… it feels good! Ok, so we were at his cabin and I had been sitting out the whole day. And at one point he comes outside, after he stayed in most of the day, or he'd been gone in town. So he comes outside, and says he's got a surprise for me. He blindfolds me and well, you can imagine what my mind went to. So I start playing along, my hands running along the planes of his body in the dark, going to his dick and grabbing through his pants. I hear him moan and his hips instinctively thrust in my hand, but he grabs my hands and pushes me away. He says not yet. So he takes me inside and to the bedroom. He takes of the blindfold and tells me get dressed and get ready. Then leaves. And locks the door.

Q: What did he mean?

Sam: At first I didn't know. Then I turned around an on the bed there was this pale peach color evening dress. It was long enough to almost reach the ground and had these thin double straps. It was absolutely superb. So I put it on, I pull my hair up, put on make up, the whole deal. A couple of hours later he unlocks the door but doesn't open it. It took me about 10 minutes to actually get out of the bedroom. So I go to the living room and he had rearranged all the furniture so now there was this small little round table for two, set for dinner, with candles and soft music and everything. He was dressed in a black suit with a black tie that looked like it was tailor made for him. And I think it was. So he takes my hand and leads me to the table. It was absolutely incredible and he looked so unbelievably good. The suit was completely black, black tie, white shirt and his silver hair just contrasted so strongly with it all. I couldn't think about anything else but how much I wanted him. Sadly, however he wanted to do this romantic diner right. So I didn't get to push him against the wall and strip him of that oh, so nice suit. But it turned out to be great. The food was great, we danced, we laughed, we talked, we stayed outside and cuddled watching the stars. And normally if I heard it from anyone else I would have said how cliché. And knowing him I never thought he would go for something this cliché. But he was absolutely unbelievable. It was perfect.

Q: And when the dinner was over?

Sam: We were outside and we were dancing. It was about midnight or a little past. And he looks at me with that sexy smile and says "This is up to where I've planned it out." So now his show was over. And I decided to take charge because by then I wanted him so much I was cuddled up in his arms trying to crawl inside him. I wanted him badly. So I pull him inside and back him up against the first wall and start working on that suit of his. He was kissing me, he had his tongue in my mouth, his hands grabbing at my body. And I finally managed to take the jacket off and undo his shirt. My lips go to his neck and I take a long time licking and kissing it, while my hands work on dropping his pants and boxers, scraping my nails acros his thighs. He pushed me to the sofa and didn't bother to take my dress off. Just pulled the straps down to reveal my breasts and pushed it up around my waist. Before I straddled him and pushed myself down his dick. He let me fuck him slowly, moving up and down his length with long moves, circling my hips, changing the angle. He had his lips on my neck or breasts and just let me fuck him. He didn't urge me on, he didn't beg for more, just took what I had go give, while his lips and fingers moved to carsess and lick on my skin, my neck, my breasts, until I came with his fingers on my clit and his lips sucking on my neck. I had my hands gripping his hair and once I came he just remained passive under me and I started fucking him again for his release. I kept moving up and down his length at the same slow speed, my hands stroking and threading through his hair, kissing it why he buried his face in my chest and circled my hips with his arms. I continued to move until I felt his release begin, and his hips jerk against mine, thrusting erratically up inside me. He growled, with his face buried in my chest, while his orgasm hit him and he thrust himself deep inside me and crushed me to him. I kept moving on him, tightening my muscles on him until he finally relaxed against me, but not looking up. I was all too happy to keep my hands and lips on his hair for as long as he wanted. Then he took me to the bedroom where we stripped each other and he fucked me again, just as long just as slow until we both came. But this time he was the one in control.

Q: Does your father know about you and Jack?

Sam: No. At least I don't think so. Honestly I would have expected him to catch on by now, but if he did, he didn't let on. Same goes for Daniel and Teal'c. We're either too good at hiding it, or they're not letting on. I mean there was more than once we the guys came over his place or mine and the other one was there. A bit out of breath, flushed. Jack all to annoyed to be seeing them. And my dad… well… there was this one time when we had to deal with a Tok'Ra meeting and Jack was with us on their new home world. And we spent like a week or so there. And I find it hard to believe he misses us sneaking into each other's rooms, or suddenly disappearing together. We never spent the whole night together while we were there. One of us would be in their room getting ready for bed when the other would come in. Most of the times we sneaked in without anyone being around. Other times it was something along the lines of "Oh, forgot to ask Carter about…" or "Maybe I should talk with the General about…". And we'd go to the bedroom and jump each other's bones. But even the couple of hours we spent having sex, could not be explained away as… what? A private little briefing? Please!

Q: How did you feel about sneaking around like that?

Sam: It was so hot. We had this little secret no one else there knew about and every time I looked at him in public I just couldn't help but think how hot he looked. And the only things going through my head were detailed thoughts about how good his dick feels when it's sliding in and out of me, or the sounds he makes when I go down on him, the way he grabs my hair. The way it feels when he comes in my mouth, jerking and trembling against me. And I wanted nothing more than to find a quiet little place for me to do just that. Get on my knees in front of him, drop his pants and take him in my mouth. The best feel about doing that is the taste of the head when it slips between my lips. I can't taste much of him when he's hitting the back of my throat, even if I have my tongue stroking his underside. But when I suck at the head, swirling my tongue around it's fantastic. The taste, the smooth, hot feel, the size of it stretching my lips. I could keep tasting and sucking at it forever. But I do want to get him to blow in my mouth. So it's not just about sucking at the head. Although I love teasing him for this precise reason.

Q: Have you ever thought about marrying Jack?

Sam: Every night. Every night when he's asleep on his side of the bed, facing me and he looks like the sweetest angel, his face soft and relaxed, his body barely moving with his breathing. And I do want to marry him. I stay there with him thinking about what it would be like if he proposed, when it would happen, how. If he ever would. And I think about what his words would be and how he'd look at me. But then I think of the life we have with one another now, and I realize that even with that ring on my finger it could not possibly get any better than we have it now. I don't want his ring. I don't want his name, or his house, or his life. I just want him. Just him, just Jack O'Neill. And I have him, right there, sleeping peacefully next to me like he's finally home and where he belongs and there isn't one other damn thing in the world that I want anymore. Because I already have it all. All of him. Jack O'Neill.