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White Lace and Promises
She rolled to her side, supported her head with her hand. Ran the other hand over him, from his shoulder to his thigh and back again. "Are you enjoying yourself?"
He laughed. "Is the Pope Catholic?"
"Would you be very disappointed if I told you that I'm a very boring man, and I don't have a lot of wild sexual fantasies?"
"I don't think you're boring at all. I think you're fascinating. Sexy. Gorgeous. Cute. Funny. Sensitive. Charming-"
He kissed her, the heat in his cheeks alerting him to the fact that they were red. "All of that, huh?" he said, a shy smile on his face.
"I wasn't finished," she pouted prettily. "I was just getting started. I hadn't even gotten to your body!"
Daniel laughed. "You are so good for my ego," he declared.
Casey shook her head stubbornly. "It's all true." She ran her finger over his jaw, the tactile input making her shiver. "I'm so afraid that it's not real," she whispered. "That I'll wake up alone, and lonely."
He reached out to cup her cheek with his hand. "I'm here, Angel, and it's all real. I promise."
She smiled. "If it's just a dream, I hope I'm in a coma so there's no chance of waking up!"
He couldn't help but smile. Someday, hopefully someday soon, he thought. She'll know that it's all real. "How about a glass of wine," he suggested.
She rolled off the bed, opened the wine and filled both glasses. She handed one to him, carefully settled beside him with her glass in hand. "Thank you," she said softly.
"Bringing me here. I never thought I'd ever come to the Caribbean!"
She sipped her wine, watched him. "I was terrified, you know," she said abruptly.
He frowned. Terrified? Of what? The things he might want to do with her, to her, ask her to do, in order to fulfill his fantasies?
"I'm sorry, that was out of the blue, wasn't it?" she said softly. "My mind was wandering a bit, I guess."
"What were you terrified of?"
"Losing you. Being raped was secondary to the fact that I knew he was going to kill you. I was terrified."
His memory played back those moments...as they dealt with being prisoners of a Goa'uld...with crystal clarity. "With luck, nothing like that will ever happen again," he replied. He laced the fingers of his free hand with hers. "You have to understand, and accept, the fact that what we do is risky. There will be times when things are going to go bad. But we'll get out of them. We always do," he said confidently.
She cocked her head sideways. "Because They protect you," she said softly.
The softly spoken words surprised him. "They? 'They' who?"
"I don't know," she replied. "Powerful...they're very powerful. Not...not here. I know that doesn't make any sense..."
"Yeah, it does," he said quietly. Apparently the Ascended were willing to help out a little bit after all.
"There are those that you...know. The...Beings...who help you are beyond them." She shook her head. "Daniel, something is going to happen, something...big. Something...wonderful. I don't know exactly when. But it will be soon."
The announcement didn't please him. In fact it scared the hell out of him. Having seen all that he'd seen, and living through the things that he'd lived through, surviving the things that he'd survived, he knew that there was much more to the universe than what they could see. His life was just about as perfect as it could get, and he didn't want anything changing it. At all.
"Don't worry," she smiled. "We're going to be together forever."
"Forever," he said, just before his lips claimed hers. When he pulled away from her, he noticed that she began to study her glass of wine intently. "Tell me, Mrs. Jackson, do you have any fantasies that you'd like fulfilled?"
She jerked slightly. "Oh, well...um...not really. I mean, we've done so many things...and this is about you, and your fantasies."
He finished his wine, took her glass and emptied it as well.
"Oh, that is so not fair," she complained.
"Put these on the table."
With a sigh, she did as he asked. She stood beside the coffee table, her arms crossed over her chest.
"Get that sexy ass back in this bed," he demanded playfully.
With a giggle, she sat down on the edge of the bed.
"You are such a wiseass," he said, reaching for her, pulling her fully beside him. He began to tickle her, laughing and trying to keep her hands away from his own ticklish places.
"Ow!" she said, jerking slightly.
She wiggled around, to see what it was that had poked her in the middle of the back. She began to giggle hysterically, picked up the vibrator ring. "I don't think that's how it's intended to be used."
He laughed. "Do you know how it's supposed to be used?"
"Yes I do!" She reached for the vibrator, slid the ring onto it. "Just like that."
"Read that, did you?"
"It came with instructions," she replied. Which garnered her another round of his amused laughter.
"So just what do you intend to do with that?" he asked, nodding at the purple, latex cock.
She began to blush, her eyes dropping to the bed beside her.
"Honey, it's okay. Whatever we want to do, remember?" he said softly.
"I...um...well...I thought..." she shrugged.
He studied her for a minute. If she couldn't tell him, he'd have to guess, although he had a fairly good idea what her reason for buying the toy had been. "You want me to use it, when I'm inside you."
She blushed brighter, pulled her lip between her teeth, and nodded.
He smiled. "I think I'd like to try it when I take your sweet ass," he said softly. He reached out to caress her face, let his hand skim over her shoulder, down her arm, over to gently massage her breast. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? To be so completely full?"
Casey nodded again.
He gently put the toy aside. "Later. After I've loved you."
She moved closer, wrapped her arms around his neck. "Love me, Daniel, let me love you," she whispered.
Shifting so that she was on her back beneath him, Daniel lowered his head and captured her lips in a kiss; gently, slowly working the combination that gave him access to the her mouth. When she opened to him, he continued to take his time. They had all night. He was going to love her like she'd never been loved before. She'd indulged him, twice already. He really was boring, if those two...fantasies...were the best he could come up with! Too much time spent working, too many years trying damned hard to not think about sex.
As they always did, his kisses set her on fire for him, filled her with need. She'd been surprised that he hadn't asked for more of her, from her, than he had. He wasn't boring, as he claimed to be. She understood that for several years sexual fantasies would have been the stuff of agonizing frustration. The next time she offered, no doubt he would have thought of a thing or two he'd like to try. She smiled to herself. Well, the whipped cream was still there, just in case. Maybe she'd use it on him. She pushed all thoughts aside as he began to kiss and nip at her throat and neck. The shiver that moved over her was one of delight as he marked her. They'd been careful so far about leaving marks where they were easily seen. She'd learned that his shoulders were covered at work, so she left her mark on him there. He liked to leave them in that valley between her breasts.
Daniel left a 'chain' of hickeys around her throat. They were on their honeymoon, and he didn't figure anyone would make a fuss about them. Tease him, absolutely. But they could tease all they wanted; as long as he was the one making love to this beautiful, incredible woman, he couldn't care less. Her nipples were grazing his chest, the sensations running straight down into his cock. He was going to take his time, make them both crazy before he finally allowed himself to feel her warm well wrapped around him. First he was going to make proper love to those beautiful breasts and tease that sexy belly button. When he moved down and took one hard, pink nipple into his mouth, she sighed. Her back arched, pushing her body against him as he suckled. His hands never stopped moving over those firm orbs as he moved his mouth from taut peak to taut peak, licking and kissing every inch around and in between.
It seemed that he was determined to drive her completely insane. Her body was humming with desire, with need, every nerve ending on fire, and still he took his time, his mouth making lazy circles over her breasts, his tongue teasing nipples so hard they hurt. She sighed when he began to suckle, her hips pushing up against his body. How could he be so calm when she felt as if she were going to vibrate completely off of the bed? Her hands were in his hair, her fingers clenched tightly. It took every ounce of self-control to keep from pushing him down toward her aching center. The tiny sounds that escaped from her throat were fraught with need.
"Don't move," he whispered. He left the bed just long enough to grab the whipped cream. He sprayed it around her breasts, leaving a peak of the topping on her nipples. Began to lick it off of her, the combination of the topping and her sweet skin enough to send his senses reeling.
She giggled when he wrote his name with the topping on her belly. Moaned softly as he licked it from her. She hoped that he'd leave some, she wanted to use it on him. Her eyes went wide when he pushed her thighs apart and filled her with the cold whipped cream.
"My Casey Sundae," he sighed happily, before lapping at her, cleaning the white stuff from her skin, licking and sucking it from her sweet well. She was panting, her body writhing as he moved her ever closer to the pinnacle of pleasure. He slid his fingers inside her, stroked gently. "Give it to me, Case. Don't hold back," he said softly.
When his mouth closed over her swollen clit, the whimper that signaled her orgasm filled her throat, built up until she cried out his name. "Daniel," she whispered softly, her body floating back down from the clouds. She was still shivering as he moved his mouth up her body, to her breasts, before finally kissing her again. When her breathing had slowed enough, she put both hands in the middle of his chest and pushed him to his back. With a wicked little grin, she took the can of whipped cream and covered his raging hard-on. "My Daniel Sundae," she announced gleefully.
"Oh, god," he moaned as her tongue danced lightly over his swollen, throbbing flesh. Her touch was so light it was nearly painful. "Suck me, babe," he pleaded, trying desperately to push his cock into her mouth.
Eyes dancing, she watched his face as she continued to lick him. She let the tip of her tongue skim over the nearly purple head, flicked it up and down and side to side on that sensitive spot beneath, traced that mushroomed ridge again and again.
He grabbed handfuls of the sheets, his fingers clenched around them as she continued to torment him. Making love to her, tasting her, making her come had pushed him close to the edge. She had him dangling over the precipice, but refused to let him fall. His body tensed as he waited, his breath coming in hard, short bursts.
She licked his balls, made sure to get her fingers nice and wet. When she moved back up, she wrapped one hand around the base of that magnificent erection, and slowly, oh so very slowly, took him into her mouth. Her finger was moving into his ass at the same time, and the guttural moan he gave let her know that he was enjoying her attention. She set up a steady rhythm, knew that it wouldn't take long to have him crying out her name. When she moved over him, felt him slide to the back of her throat, his hands went around her head, held her steady as he began to thrust into her mouth.
If the sensations that washed over his body in waves were any more intense he'd have a heart attack, he was sure of it. When she started swallowing, and moving that finger with abandon, his eyes rolled back into his head and he gave her every thing she demanded from him. His cry bounced off of the walls around them, as he hurtled through space, flying past stars, tumbling and rolling with pleasure.
Yeah, that's what I'm talking about, she thought delightedly, watching him as he slowly came down from his high. She snuggled against his side, put her head on his shoulder. "Good?"
"Incredible," he replied.
"I do so love doing that," she said, a smile on her face.
He grinned. "I can tell. One of these days you're going to succeed."
"In killing me."
She giggled. "I doubt that. I love pleasing you though." She shifted slightly, her skin catching and pulling slightly against his, she was still sticky from the whipped topping. "How about a shower? And I have the munchies."
Daniel laughed. "We haven't even done anything yet!"
"What do you mean we haven't done anything? Have you been unconscious for the past three hours?"
"I have enjoyed every amazing minute," he said softly. "Okay, we'll shower and order some sandwiches."
She sat up, looked down at him. "Every night, when I go to sleep, I think that nothing can top the day that I've had. Then the next day arrives, and you do something so special, so...incredible, that I'm left breathless. I don't know if I can handle better than today," she said softly.
He smiled up at her, cupped her cheek. "I'm glad you're happy, Casey."
"It's not possible to get any happier," she replied. "Come on, Stud Muffin. Let's take a shower."
A A A A A A
They were lying on the bed once again, comfortably satiated from their snack, smelling of soap and shampoo. Daniel held Casey close, breathed deep of that sweet floral and vanilla scent.
"So, are you ready to fulfill more fantasies?" she asked shyly.
He grinned. "Yep. C'mere." He tugged at her hips, brought them over his head. When she understood what he wanted, she turned around and settled over him, took his rising manhood into her mouth. He hissed a sigh just before his tongue began to investigate the soft, warm folds of her womanhood. In just awhile he would take her, and use her new toy as well, filling her completely, just like she wanted. He closed his eyes as that sweet honey began to flow. Again came the nagging thought of the 'Hathor-gene', and something about addiction, but as he had each time before, he shoved it from his mind.
Velvet and steel. Magnificent. Beautiful. Words that rolled around in her head while she made love to him, tasting him, teasing him, trying desperately to ignore what his tongue and lips were doing to her. She was determined to make him come first, to give him the most pleasure that she could. In that moment, her entire world had narrowed, focused on him...on his turgid, throbbing flesh. Her entire reason for existing, in that moment, was his gratification. She moved her head up and down, supporting herself on one arm, leaving one hand free to stroke what she couldn't take into her mouth.
It was becoming increasingly difficult to concentrate, considering what that sweet mouth was doing to him. For a woman who'd never made love before she'd met him...not quite two months ago now...she sure as hell knew how to drive him insane. Another familiar thought raced through his brain...that somewhere what she was doing with her tongue had to be illegal. That was the last coherent thought as all higher brain functions shut down, and every thought process focused on one place...his cock. He pulled her hips lower, shoved his tongue into her, trying to make her cry out. He lapped at her honey, then moved his mouth forward to tease that hard, swollen nub at the top of her wet folds. There...that was the rhythm she needed...her hips dipped against him with every pass his tongue made. His hands had been gently caressing her thighs, her hips...he slid one hand up and two fingers went into her well, began to stroke in time with his tongue.
Oh, Momma what the man was doing to her! It took every ounce of control she could muster to keep from just tossing her head back and crying out from the intense sensations he was creating. She couldn't help but moan softly. She increased the pace of her mouth and hand on his throbbing organ. His hips were rising up to meet her every time she moved down. She tried to keep the suction as steady as possible while she flicked her tongue on that sensitive underside, rewarded when his body responded by jerking slightly with each flicker. The ache deep in her very core urged her on, made the decision that her brain was no longer capable of making. She pulled away from him, turned around and impaled herself on him. She turned loose, and gave a low moan as she slid down on him, felt him fill her completely. This was what she wanted, what she needed!
Daniel reached for the beautiful breasts that bounced in front of him, teased him as she began to ride him, hard and fast. He loved it when she was totally out of control, obeying the demands of her body. She was using those muscles inside, holding him, massaging every inch of him as she ground her hips against him. Watching her face as she loved him was like watching a symphony, each movement was reflected in the way her eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks, the way her lips turned up the tiniest bit at the corners, the way the tip of her tongue wet her lips. When she opened her eyes and looked down at him, the smile that lit her face brightened the room around him, showered him with warmth. He smiled up at her, reached up and caressed her face, let her lick and kiss his hand.
Making love with Daniel was never just sex. It was more, always so much more...they took one another to that place that only they could find, and only together could they find it. Their bodies moved them beyond the physical, their hearts and souls took them beyond the heavens, where even the gods were forced to look away, unworthy to witness love so strong, so pure, so beautiful. Once again he'd orchestrated the perfect composition, and she was nearing the grand finale.
His own body was making demands now. He reached for her, pulled her against his chest, rolled them over, and began to drive into her; deep, hard thrusts that had her moaning softly, her hands moving over his chest, her legs locked around his waist. He moved his hips from side to side each time he pushed into her, the small gasp that she made letting him know that he was pleasing her. When her back began to arch, he knew that she was on her way to the top of the mountain. Firm, soft thighs quivered against him, and that beautiful whimper filled her throat, built up into an aria of love. The rush of honey that he felt flow over his cock and balls, wetting his thighs, was enough to send him sailing into the clouds beside her. He continued to move as his shaft pulsed against the convulsing walls of her well.
She was flying again, so high, so fast...lights and colors streaming past her in bright ribbons. Her body held tightly to his, even as her soul continued to fly higher and higher. Pleasure flowed over her like water from a waterfall, each wave so intense that it made her shiver in response. She was still gasping for breath as she slowly returned to earth.
He dropped down on her, panting, his body still humming from the incredible climax that had hit him like a staff weapon blast. She wrapped around him like a blanket, held him tightly, whispered her love in his ear. When he was able, he rolled to his back, keeping her with him. "Love you," he said softly. His hands were moving softly, slowly up and down her back.
"Love you, too," she replied. She crossed her arms on his chest, rested her chin on them, looked up into blue eyes that were full of love. "Do you think they soundproof the walls in the honeymoon suites?"
The question caught him totally off guard. He began to laugh. "I have no idea."
She sighed. "I guess people sort of expect to hear...noises...from these rooms."
"I'd guess so," he replied. He glanced at the French doors, which were open to the patio, letting in the soft tropical breeze. The sun was going down, that breeze would get cooler as the night wore on. He was fairly sure that anyone on the beach directly in front of their room had more than likely heard the sounds of love that filled it.
"Does it bother you that I get...well...that I make noise?"
He laughed again. "You make the most beautiful sounds I've ever heard when you sing your love to me, Angel," he said.
She studied him for a minute. "You have the soul of a poet, you know," she said softly.
"If you say so."
"I do say so." She snuggled closer. "I don't know which is better, the mind-blowing orgasms, or being held like this afterwards," she said.
"I kind of like those mind-blowing orgasms," he grinned.
"They are pretty great, aren't they?" she smiled.
"They wouldn't be nearly as satisfying without the love," he told her.
She gave another contented little sigh, her back moving up to maintain contact with his hand as he caressed her. It wasn't difficult to tell that physical comfort, simple physical contact had been lacking in her life as a child. She seemed to crave his touch, wanting to be as close to him as physically possible. He wasn't complaining. He enjoyed touching her, holding her, caressing her.
The love that flowed from his fingertips into the very core of her being warmed her against the breeze that blew softly across the bed. His touch comforted her, his arms meant safety to her. If she could live in his arms, she'd do so gladly. She let her gaze wander over the room. The room was lovely, one of the honeymoon suites at the Sandals resort. Honeymoon. She was on her honeymoon. She was married. Daniel was married to her; she was married to him. I'm married...I'm married...we're married... "Oh, my god!" she said softly.
He frowned, the wide-eyed look of panic on her face worried him. "What?"
"Married! I...we...we're married!"
Daniel laughed. "Just figuring that out?"
"It just hit me! Oh, god, Daniel, what did we do?"
The question rang a warning to him. His heart began to pound with trepidation. "What do you mean? We got married."
"I know! Married! As in you're stuck with me! Well, that's not completely true, you can get a divorce, but all that money! You-" the words fell from her lips in a rush.
He rolled over, put her on her back, his finger on her lips. "Slow down, Angel! Take a breath! I am not 'stuck' with you. I love you, Casey, and I want you beside me forever. That's why I asked you to marry me in the first place."
"Married, Daniel. We're married," she said slowly, as if trying to explain the situation to a small child.
He grinned. "That was the plan."
"I'm your wife," she said, her eyes locked with his, searching for any warning signs that might be there, telling her that she was about to be hurt.
He could see the worry in her eyes. "Yep. My Wife. Forever. I have a deal with NASA to write it in the sky high enough that everyone in the world will read it...'Casey Webster Jackson is my Wife'," he said.
"I've never been happier in my life, Angel," he said softly, sincerely. Watched the love flood those beautiful green eyes. "What about you, are you happy?"
She smiled. "If I were any happier, I don't think I could stand it!"
Okay, that little panic attack was over and dealt with, he thought. How many more would she have to deal with before she finally relaxed enough to allow herself to enjoy her happiness? "Good."
Casey wrapped her arms around his shoulders, gave him a shy smile. "As long as you're already laying on top of me, do you suppose you could um..."
"Could what, Angel?"
"Scratch an itch for me?"
He grinned. "I think that could be arranged." He could feel her hips moving up against him, waiting for him. He pushed slightly, slid into paradise. This is it, he thought as he began to move slowly, gently. This would be the earth-shattering end to their special night. He'd give her exactly what she wanted, take her to the next level in their lovemaking. And continue to thank every god he could think of for bringing such a beautiful, passionate woman into his life, his arms.
She watched his eyes. So much love there. The panic that had filled her was gone now, but left her shaking in its wake. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulled him close, held tightly as he began to make love to her once again. He obliged her, supporting his weight on his forearms, his chest pressed against her breasts. The solid warmth of his body against hers added to the feelings of love, happiness that filled her heart. He was real. He loved her. She just had to let herself believe it.
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