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Sam groaned at the first touch of Jack's tongue to her nipple; a low desperate noise in the back of her throat. She arched her back, dug the heels of her feet into the rug, offered herself to him then whined as he chuckled and pressed her back down. "Jack..." She drew his name out, hands curling into fists above her head. "Please!"
"Not yet," Jack murmured, tongue moving in short, sharp licks over Sam's nipple, hands warm on her hips.
Sam's head thumped back down on the floor, and she tossed it back and forth. Jack had been teasing her all evening, spread out on the rug in front of the log fire, her hands tied loosely around a table leg. He'd knelt between her spread legs, his warm, dry hands sweeping over her skin from head to toe, rubbing her scalp, down her neck and across her shoulders before caressing her breasts. He'd taken his time, one breast in each hand, fingers massaging them, rubbing in concentric circles from her nipples outwards then back in to play with the dark, hard nubs. She'd gasped, arching up as he'd pinched them gently, rolling them between his fingers, scratching lightly with short nails until she was panting and rocking her hips. He'd stroked his hands down her stomach, her body jumping under his touch, thumbs tracing down the v of her legs. She thrust her hips up, her pussy wet but he'd just laughed and swept his hands down her thighs, and she'd spread her legs wider. She'd squirmed and whimpered, rocking her hips, needing him to touch her but he just stopped and knelt up, looking at her, the palm of his hand pressing down on his erection.
She'd lifted her head up, eyes dark as she stared back at him, panting his name. He'd licked his lips and grinned lazily back at her before pressing her back down, knees either side of her hips as he bent down and pressed his lips to hers. He'd kissed her, slowly and deeply, his tongue parting her lips. His hands had trailed up and down her sides, across her stomach and back up to her breasts until she was panting into his mouth.
Telling her she was beautiful, Jack had trailed kisses down her chin and neck, along her collarbone and finally to her breasts. He'd licked, kissed, sucked and gently bitten, mouth drawing closer and closer to her erect nipple.
Her whole body was trembling now, tension singing in every limb. The fire crackled behind them, throwing flickering shadows over the cabin walls, heat radiating over her bare skin - but it was nothing compared to the heat of Jack’s mouth.
He sucked gently, lips soft around her nipple, and she let out another helpless moan. She felt it everywhere - like his mouth was connected to the slick, aching throb between her legs.
"Jack," she gasped again, not even sure what she was asking for anymore. Release? More? All of him?
He raised his head slightly, brushing his nose against her breast, then kissed the curve just beneath it. “You’re so goddamn beautiful like this,” he murmured, voice low and rough with desire. “Tied up, desperate... wanting me.”
Her breath hitched. “I need you.”
“I know.” His thumbs traced slow, lazy circles over her hips, grounding her even as he teased her higher. “But I want to take my time.”
He shifted down her body, kissing a path along her ribs, the dip of her stomach. Every press of his mouth was deliberate - soft, lingering, reverent. He wasn’t just teasing her anymore; he was worshiping her.
She tried to lift her hips again when he reached the crease of her thigh, but he laid a hand across her pelvis and held her still. His fingers splayed wide, possessive, and she whined low in her throat.
“Jack- please, I can’t-”
“You can,” he said gently, kissing the inside of her thigh. “You’re doing so good for me, Sam.”
Her fingers clenched in the loose fabric binding her hands. Her whole body felt like it was strung tight, a single stroke away from unravelling. And when his mouth finally, finally brushed over her - a whisper-soft kiss to her slick, aching centre - she cried out, the sound raw and broken.
Jack groaned against her, and she felt it like a shockwave, pleasure and love and need wrapped up in the warm pressure of his mouth.
He didn't rush. He kissed her there like he had everywhere else - slowly, reverently, like she was something to be enjoyed. His tongue moved in languid strokes, the flat of it pressing firm and wide, then narrowing to tease - a flick, a swirl, a soft, sucking pull that made her hips buck despite the weight of his hand.
“Easy,” he murmured against her. “Let me.”
“I can’t,” she gasped. “Jack, I-”
“You can.” He looked up at her from between her thighs, eyes molten and so damn full of love it stole her breath. “Let go. I’ve got you.”
She squeezed her eyes shut, the intensity of it too much - his mouth on her, his voice in her, that warmth in his gaze that always undid her more than anything he could ever do with his hands.
He circled her clit with his tongue, slow and steady, building her up again, pulling her back to the edge one deliberate stroke at a time. His fingers joined in - two of them, thick and warm, sliding into her so smoothly it made her whimper.
“Christ, Sam,” he whispered. “You’re so wet.” He moved inside her with an achingly perfect rhythm, tongue never stopping, curling his fingers just right and-
She shattered.
There was no warning, no time to brace. Her body seized around his fingers, her back bowing off the rug, a cry torn from her throat so raw it almost frightened her. White heat spilled through her nerves, a wave that left her shaking, boneless, wrecked.
And still, he didn’t stop.
He coaxed her through it, gentled his mouth, his fingers, murmuring soft, indecipherable things into her skin as she trembled. She felt his hand release the pressure on her hips, smoothing up her side, grounding her.
When she could breathe again, she opened her eyes. Jack was above her now, braced on his elbows, looking down at her like she was the most precious thing in the galaxy.
“You came so hard you almost broke my wrist,” he said, grinning, but there was a tenderness in his voice that cracked her wide open.
Sam huffed a breathless laugh, chest still rising and falling. “That’s what you get for teasing me for an hour.”
“Worth it,” he said, and bent to kiss her again, soft, deep, lingering.
Jack didn’t move to untie her.
Instead, he kissed her again, tender and unhurried, pressing into her slowly, the heavy heat of his cock rubbing against her slick folds. Sam gasped into his mouth, her whole body arching toward him, wrists still bound above her head, heels digging into the rug to chase him.
She was already trembling again.
“Still want this?” he murmured against her lips.
“Yes.” Her voice was nothing but breath. “Please, Jack. I want you to fuck me like this.”
The quiet groan he let out made her clench around nothing. He reached down, guiding himself to her entrance, then pushed inside with one slow, aching thrust. She gasped - it felt like forever - the stretch of him, the slide, the sheer intimacy of it all crashing into her like a wave.
Her fingers curled helplessly, bound and out of reach, and Jack’s eyes flicked up to them.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered. “You don’t have to hold on.”
She didn’t. She couldn’t. All she could do was feel. His cock buried deep, the soft rasp of his breath against her skin, the heat from the fire casting them in gold and shadow.
He moved slowly inside her, hips rocking in a rhythm that felt more like worship than sex, his hands splayed on her ribs, then her thighs, then sliding up to cup her face as he kissed her again.
When she whimpered and tried to touch him, wrists straining instinctively toward his shoulders, he stilled.
“Yeah,” he said softly, brushing a kiss to her forehead. “You can have me.”
He reached up, undid the knot with practiced ease, and let the tie fall away. Her arms dropped at once - aching, tingling - and Jack caught her wrists in his hands, massaging gently, eyes never leaving hers.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Pulled him in.
No more holding back. No more restraint.
Only the deep, slow rhythm of their bodies moving together, and the quiet, desperate way she breathed his name like a prayer.
Jack rocked into her with a steady rhythm, deep and unhurried. Sam clung to him now, arms tight around his back, fingers digging into his shoulders with every thrust. No restraints. No teasing. Just the raw, overwhelming truth of being with him like this - skin to skin, breath to breath, his body moving inside hers like he belonged there.
And God, he did.
Every roll of his hips sent heat coiling through her again, tighter, sharper. She tilted her pelvis up, chasing him, and he grunted low in his throat, forehead pressed to hers.
“Sam…”
She kissed him hard, muffling his voice, their mouths moving together in rhythm with their bodies. His hands found hers, lacing their fingers together and pressing them into the rug beside her head.
“I’m close,” she gasped, the words barely forming through the pressure building inside her. “Jack- don’t stop.”
“Not gonna,” he panted, kissing her jaw, her cheek, her mouth. “Come with me. Want to feel it. Want to feel you.”
His voice undid her. The way he said it, like she was everything.
She tightened around him and he felt it - groaned deep, buried his face in her neck, and thrust harder now, deeper, chasing the edge with her. His pelvis dragged against her clit just right, again and again, until it was too much-
“Jack!”
Her orgasm hit fast and hard, blinding, her whole body locking around him as she cried out. Her vision whited out, fingers clenching his, back arching as she shattered for the second time. She barely felt herself dragging him over the edge with her until he swore raggedly into her shoulder and drove into her once, twice, then held deep and still, pulsing inside her with a broken groan.
They didn’t move for a long time.
Their bodies were a tangle of sweat and heat, hearts pounding in sync. Jack’s weight on her wasn’t heavy - it was perfect. Warm. Grounding. Safe. He was still inside her, softening slowly, their joined bodies slick with release and the lazy afterglow of something that felt closer to love than lust.
Eventually, he shifted just enough to kiss her shoulder. Then her jaw. Then her lips. Soft, lingering.
“Still alive?” he whispered.
“Barely,” she murmured, smiling against his mouth. “You kind of ruined me.”
He gave a soft huff of laughter and nuzzled her. “Guess I’ll have to carry you to bed, then.”
“Mmm,” she said, eyes drifting shut. “Maybe later. Right now I just want to feel you.”
And they stayed like that, tangled up in each other, with no need to move - no need for anything but this.