CHAPTER 5

AN: I hope you have enjoyed this story. I have been working hard on my new e-book which will be released by Liquid Silver Books on Monday, Feb 17th. I hope you will read it. And remember to look for Jack, Sam, Janet, Daniel and Cassie in the characters. Thanx! ziva aka Marie Caron

And now, on with FREE TO LOVE...

Jack and Sam just stared at each other for a beat, and then they came together like the vortexes of two tornadoes, swirling and sucking each other in, until they couldn't tell where one person ended and the other began. Jack's lips and teeth were all over her neck, face and upper chest, his nose nudging open her shirt in its quest to reach even more of her delicate, pale skin.

Sam's lips fought to keep up, sucking in the tanned skin of his neck, marking him as hers before sucking an earlobe into her warm, wet mouth. She followed the move by sticking her tongue into his ear, causing Jack to yelp.

"Jeeezus, woman! Do you have any idea what you do to me," he hissed between his lips and her skin, his hands tearing open her blouse, sending buttons flying around the narrow space.

Sam shrugged out of it, letting it drop to the floor. Then she watched in delight as Jack's lips fastened onto one of her nipples, right through her sport bra. And now his hands were pulling her skirt up to her waist, so that he could hook his long fingers in the elastic of her panties. Sam shivered, and it wasn't from the cold. In truth she was so excited that she thought she might come before he even got her underwear off!

"Get these off," he ordered, and Sam did as she was told, pulling her panties down to her knees and then letting them fall to the floor.

She stepped out of them as Jack pulled her bra up over her head and threw it somewhere down the hallway. The first feel of his lips on her bare breast was like nothing she had known...not with any of the guys she had been with before. His lips were so firm yet soft, and he seemed to know just exactly how to work her nipples, sucking on them while his tongue dragged over the tip, rapidly sending her spiraling toward the summit of her first orgasm. Amazed by her response to him, she came sweet and hard.

"Oh, God! Jack, what you do to me!"

Sam's body flinched and fell forward over his, her arms gathering him to her, her body shuddering in the throes of a bliss-filled ecstasy. She nuzzled into his hair, breathing him in, elated at finally being able to fill her senses with him...excited to finally be able to get really close to him and learn him.

Jack felt like he was suffocating, his face smashed between her breasts, but he wasn't about to complain. He held her tight, one hand at her waist, while the other hand began to delve between her folds, his knee urging her to separate her legs more. Sam moaned, long and low. Her pussy was soaked, and he smiled smugly, knowing she was wet for him. Realizing she was more than ready, he straightened up and unzipped his pants, reaching into his Jockies and pulling out his throbbing erection. Then he lifted her leg and urged her to put it around his hips. His other hand came up to cup her ass and lift her a bit.

Sam's hand slipped down between them to help guide him to her entrance, and what she found there made her heart skip a beat. His cock was huge...long and really thick. It felt silky soft, especially the glans, and she took just a second to brush her fingers over it, feeling him shudder before she withdrew her hand. She'd have to check it out up close and personal some other time, but right now she wanted to feel it inside her.

Sam lifted her other leg around his waist and hung on, clutching at his shoulders and back with both hands, crying out in shock when she felt him push into her. Her nails dug clear through his shirt and into his flesh as she cried out.

"Oh, fuck! Jeezus, Jack!"

It hurt a little, but she wasn't about to tell him. Sam closed her eyes and concentrated on relaxing her muscles...muscles that hadn't been used in quite a while. Sam hadn't had sex in a very long time...since her broken engagement eighteen months earlier. And for all those months Sam had been celibate...another fact she wasn't certain she wanted Jack to know...at least not yet. And right now she was thinking that maybe being celibate for so long wasn't such a good thing, particularly when he had such a big cock!

God, she was tight! He pulled out and then shoved back in, the pressure on his sensitive flesh almost causing him to come before he was fully inside her. Jack used all the will- power he possessed, praying he wouldn't make a fool of himself their first time...or any time. He couldn't remember ever having a woman as tight as her before, and the feeling of forcefully shoving his cock inside her hot flesh, as deeply as the position would allow, was slowly driving him crazy.

Jack pulled out so the tip of his cock was barely breaching her hole, and then he braced himself on the wall behind her and flexed his butt and thigh muscles, thrusting himself into her harder than before, his breath huffing out in a loud grunt as he felt his rock-hard shaft reach a new depth.

Sam cried out, "Oh, God, yes!", and clutched frantically at his head, her fingers tugging his hair.

Then he began to set a fast pace, as he fell into a rhythm that was quickly driving both of them wild...pulling out and thrusting back inside her...her muscles grabbing him, still fighting the intrusion. Jack's movements became more and more erratic and his strokes shorter, until he knew he could hold out no longer.

Sam felt the first fluttering of her orgasm begin in her womb and radiate throughout her pelvis, as her muscles grabbed and released Jack's cock. And then suddenly she was coming and crying his name, "Jack, Jack," over and over again. His release quickly followed hers, his body stopping mid-stroke as he felt the burning wave of his semen as it coursed along his shaft and into her waiting womb.

"Sam! Oh, my sweet Sam," he cried, his face buried in her neck. And then he felt his left knee give way, and he was too spent to stop himself from falling to the floor, one hot Captain Carter held very tightly to his chest. They landed in a heap on the hard floor, Jack's ass and Sam's right leg taking most of the punishment.

"Ouch," she yelled as her thigh came into contact with the floor.

Jack quickly extricated himself from her and tucked himself back into his shorts before trying to get up. But his leg was just not going to cooperate, plus he had his fucking pants down around his ankles! "God, damn it, this is embarrassing," he cursed as he finally gave up and just sat there looking totally pissed.

Sam managed to stand up, and then she held her hand out to him. For a second she thought he wouldn't take it, but finally he did, and she managed to pull him up. Then she helped him pull his jeans up and fasten them. Draping his left arm over her shoulders they began walking slowly to her bedroom.

"Come on, Colonel, I'll help you get into bed," she told him with a laugh.

"Are you sure you want a worn-out, old flyboy like me around, Sam?"

He was really starting to feel sorry for himself; Sam could see it in his face and hear it in his voice.

"To tell you the truth," she began, as he hobbled along beside her, "I wouldn't be so certain you were worth my time, if I hadn't seen and felt you in action. Just don't injure certain other parts of you, and I think you can rest assured I won't be tossing you out any time soon," she said with a chuckle.

"And what parts would that be, you impudent wench," he teased, his hand sliding down to pat her ass.

"Oh, your mouth, lips, tongue, teeth..."

"Oh,those. But what about my...you know," he asked, wagging his eyebrows at her suggestively, and Sam shook her head and rolled her eyes, but she was grinning big time.

"I can't believe we're back to that again, Sir," she complained as she helped lower him to the bed.

He sat down, and pulled Sam over to stand between his knees. She still had on her skirt, so Jack carefully unbuttoned the waistband and pulled down the zipper. Sam wiggled out of it, kicking it over to the side. Then he placed his hands gently on her hips and bent over, examining the bruises there. He kissed both hips, and then he gazed up at her sapphire eyes, his brown ones almost black in the dim light of the bedroom.

"We never did talk about things," he said, and Sam tried to pull away, but Jack looped his arm around her waist and hung on, his other hand sliding up and over her left breast before coming to rest over it in a possessive gesture.

"I don't want to talk about them, Jack. They're not important. What is important is that I need to tell you...I was lying when I said you shouldn't have tried to rescue me when you did. I was just afraid to admit, even to myself, that I want you to watch out for me...to care about me...to want me. And because of that, I know that I can't go on traveling through the gate with you anymore."

"What! What are you saying, Sam?"

His face showed shock and something else...something she recognized. She had seen the look of disappointment before on her father's face. She was letting him down, but she couldn't help it. She prayed she could make him understand.

"My feelings for you are too strong, Jack. And I think you feel the same. There would come a time, again, when your decision, or mine, would be based solely on our need to protect the other, instead of on what the mission required to be successful. We would never forgive ourselves if someone else was hurt because of us, or if a cause was lost because of us. And I think this would eventually breed resentment between us, and I'm not willing to risk our love that way, Jack."

"So, what do we do? I don't want you to give up your career for me. Christ, I want to be free to love you, Sam, but I feel like I'm needed at the SGC and on SG-1!"

He hugged her to him, his face against her stomach. Sam leaned into him, her arms encircling his head. Then she bent down and rested her face on the top of his head, feeling his fine, silky hair tickling her skin. After a couple of minutes she stood up straight and put her shoulders back. Jack gazed up at her, lines of worry etched across his forehead.

"I agree; you are needed there...very much. But I can still work at the SGC as a civilian scientist, Jack. You know how much my lab work means to me. And since I would report directly to General Hammond, I think we would be allowed to see each other," she offered.

"See each other? Hell, Sam, I want to MARRY you!"

Sam's face lit up in a smile the likes of which Jack had never seen. God, she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, and he still couldn't believe this was really happening.

"Marry me? You want to marry me?"

"Yes, if you'll have an old flyboy with a busted wing...er knee...that is."

"Well, I don't know, Jack. No flyboys have actually asked me to marry them," Sam said rolling her eyes to the side as she tried not to smile.

"Sam, will you marry me and spend the rest of your life with me?"

"Holy Hannah, yes! I'll spend the rest of my life loving you, Jack O'Neill."

THE END