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White Lace and Promises
Daniel tossed his keys onto the sofa table. Casey had been quiet for the entire drive home. He'd become accustomed to her adorable, entertaining chatter. The lack of it made him aware of how much he'd come to enjoy it. And that something was wrong. "Are you all right?"
She smiled up at him. Locked her arms around his neck. She'd thought about what she was going to do, the moves she'd make, during the ride home. Now that they were finally alone, she couldn't wait to dance for him. "I'm fine. Remember what I promised you?"
Promised him? Oh, hell yes! "I remember."
"Okay. Pour yourself a drink. Sit down on the couch. And remember, no hands, or the bouncer will kick your butt out."
He grinned. "There isn't a bouncer here," he pointed out.
"Okay, no hands or I stop, and put on a one piece flannel pajama set that you'll never be able to get off," she replied, her eyes twinkling at him.
He chuckled. "You're a mean, sadistic woman, Casey Renee."
"Mmmhmm. Or, we could just sit here and finish our chess game."
"Okay, no hands," he agreed quickly.
She giggled. "I'll be right back."
Daniel watched her walk down the hall. His cock was already stirring to life. Danny boy, you have hit the jackpot with this woman, his brain told him. Hell yeah, I have, he replied. Just don’t fuck this up. She's not a simple tribal girl who doesn't understand that she can walk away when you get moody, or do or say something stupid, warned the brain. I got it, he grumped in reply. Although something told him that Casey wasn't far removed from being just a simple tribal girl. She was just as innocent as Sha're had been. Better educated, maybe. Certainly more…aggressive…in bed, more willing to experiment and…play. She'd certainly researched the subject thoroughly, he thought, grinning as he poured a shot of Southern Comfort.
He wasn't much of a drinker; it didn't take a lot to get him drunk. But he had an impressive variety of booze in the cabinet, the result of throwing a couple of Mensa parties last year. No one in the group seemed particularly bothered by the fact that his theories were being trashed by the archaeological community. He was smart, and that was enough to gain him entry, it seemed. It had been fun, talking with those people, all brilliant in their own fields. He settled in the center of the sofa. Sipped the bourbon, felt it warm him. Couldn't stop grinning.
Casey searched the closet until she found 'the' jeans. She'd worn them in high school, and the knees had been ripped then. Now, there was little more than fringe around one large gaping hole, from near the bottom of the front pocket, to the middle of the shin on each leg. Rips beneath the bottoms of the hip pockets exposed the curves of her ass. She found her skimpiest thong, and the sexy, low cut demi-bra that matched. The dark green was a perfect accent to her eyes. The shirt was a white button down oxford style and had been Kelley's. Which meant it was a size too big. She only buttoned the last three buttons. She dug out the black stilettos it had taken weeks to learn to walk in. Then into the bathroom, where she brushed her hair, added smoky gray eye shadow to her eyes, put on lip-gloss. Her heart was pounding as she made one more appraisal of her appearance in the mirror. She stopped just short of entering the living room. "Daniel? Close your eyes. Don't open then until I tell you to."
"Aw, come on," he argued.
"They're closed," he replied.
She quickly pushed the two chairs against the French doors, and the coffee table against the bookcases. Searched for and found her Top Gun soundtrack, glancing over her shoulder to make sure that he was complying. She put on the dance track of Kenny Loggins 'Playing with the Boys'. "When the music starts, you can open your eyes," she told him softly.
When the first notes hit the air, his eyes opened. Holy shit! No way in hell would she ever wear those jeans outside of this apartment! Her body was moving; turning and undulating with the music. Her hands were moving up and down her body, teasing him, tormenting him. He'd seen strippers do their acts. She was every bit as good. Maybe even better than the girls he'd watched at Deezers!
She watched his eyes, loved how they moved over her body, followed her hands as she caressed her breasts, or slid them between her thighs. She slowly unbuttoned the shirt, flipped it open and closed, giving him just a glimpse of her body beneath it. When she finally let it slide down her arms, he gasped out loud. Which made her smile. She unbuttoned and unzipped the jeans, slipped her hand inside. His eyes went wide, he licked his lower lip.
When she began to turn oh so slowly, those jeans inching their way down her hips, he thought he was going to lose his mind. She danced right up to him, took his hands, put them on the waistband and let him push them down to her thighs. Then she backed away, turned her back to him, bent over and shoved them to her ankles. His cock stood straight up. Or would have, if he hadn't had Dockers on. It was sure as hell trying, though! She kicked the jeans to the side of the room and continued to dance.
If his eyes got any bigger, they'd pop right out of his head, she thought, grinning with satisfaction. She was surprised that his glasses weren't steamed up! She decided he needed a lap dance. She straddled him, shook her shoulders so that her breasts were moving right in front of his face, her hips moving back and forth on his.
Sweet Jesus in Heaven! He was going to keel over with need! His hands were clenched tightly on the cushions beside him. It took every ounce of self-control he had not to bury his face between those beautiful bouncing boobs. And he could feel the heat from her body as she moved over him. This was a hell of a lot better than any lap dance he'd ever had before!
She could tell that he was near the breaking point of his endurance, so she stood up, moved away from him. She unclasped her bra, let him get a good look at one breast before she covered it with her hand. Then the other, letting the straps slide down her arms. She turned her back to him again, and let the little lacy bra hit the floor. When she turned to face him once more, her hands were covering both orbs. He'd licked his lips three times so far, and when she parted her fingers and let her nipples poke through, she was certain that she heard him moan.
His eyes dancing, he reached for his wallet. Shaking fingers pulled out every bill he had. He grinned, folded a ten lengthwise, and held it up.
Oh, he thinks he's smart, does he? She danced closer, shook her shoulders again, and slid the front of her thong to one side, giving him a peek at the blonde curls he knew intimately. Giggled when he slipped the ten-dollar bill against her hip. She moved away, left the money between the strap of her thong and her skin. She let her hands drop, continued to dance for him. She'd set the CD player to play two more songs from the disk. She had no idea if she'd dance through both of them as well.
When he held up another bill, she danced closer again, this time presenting that sweet ass to him, letting him slip the bill beneath the strap. His heart was pounding in time with the music. "How much for another lap dance?" he asked her, his grin nearly splitting his face.
She thought for a second. "Twenty," she replied.
He found a twenty-dollar bill. Waved it in front of her.
There was one thing she hadn't considered when she had started this game, she realized, as she danced on his lap again. She hadn't stopped to think about how worked up she was going to get. She could feel the length of his rigid manhood pushing against her as she moved her hips back and forth over him. When the music ended, she walked over to the stereo, and turned it off. Kicked off the shoes. Took the money and put it on the shelf. "Feel like making love?"
He laughed, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, offering relief to his rock-hard cock. "Oh, yeah. That was amazing, Case," he said softly. He held his hand out.
She took his hand, straddled his lap again. "I didn't know I'd get so hot dancing for you," she replied.
"It did look like a lot of work," he replied, nuzzling her neck, his hands caressing her breasts.
She smiled, holding her chin up as he kissed and licked her throat. "No, Stud Muffin, hot. As in turned on."
He grinned against her skin. "You did, huh?"
"Mmmhmm. Must have been the way you were watching me, the look in your eyes."
"And what look was that?" he asked, just before his mouth closed over that sensitive spot behind her ear.
"You looked as if you wanted to just…eat me alive," she said shivering appreciatively from his attention.
"Hmm…that has possibilities," he replied. Grinned when she shivered again.
"You've been to strip clubs before," she said, her arms holding him close as his lips blazed a trail over her collarbones.
He stopped, looked up at her. Realized that she'd done exactly what the dancers at the club had when he'd held up money to get their attention. Was it possible? Nah, not as shy as she is…she couldn't have…could she? "So have you."
She began to giggle. "Nope. But I've seen strippers in movies, and read about them in a couple of books. Well, there was a guy who really wanted to hire me to work in one down by the docks. Which is exactly what would have happened if I'd quit my job and you-" she broke off, turned her head away from him.
He wrapped his hand around her chin, turned her to face him. "If I'd left you," he finished softly.
She nodded slowly. "I…I kept his business card…just in case," she whispered.
Daniel couldn't help but smile at the admission. "You can throw it away now," he told her.
She smiled. "I did. Just before I left for the airport."
His body was screaming at him. He put his mouth back on her collarbones. Thought about how frightened she must have been when he drove away in that jeep. She hadn't known him twenty-four hours yet, and although they'd spent the night together, and even though he'd proposed and put the ring on her finger, she had no way of knowing if he was really going to send for her. He tightened his arms around her. "Forever," he whispered. "I want you forever."
"I'm here, Daniel," she whispered in reply. "And I always will be."
He eased her onto her back. Moved away long enough to pull off his clothes, and the thong from her hips. He stretched out on top of her, filled his hands and mouth with her breasts. Loved the fact that she pushed her fingers through his hair. Did she know that she massaged his scalp while he made love to her? He closed his eyes as at the same moment his lips closed over a hard, pink nipple.
She sighed as he began to suckle, the sensations adding to the already raging fire between her thighs. Each touch, each caress, each kiss took her ever higher. She looked down at him, the expression of contentment on his face enough to make her heart beat even faster than it was. Over and over he showed her how much he loved her, in so many ways. Simple things like insisting that she let him close and open the car door for her, holding her hand when they walked together. Washing her back, brushing her hair. The way he looked at her when he thought she couldn't see him watching her.
If he lived to be a thousand, he'd never get enough of this; never taste her often enough, never touch her often enough, never feel her often enough. She was arching her back, offering more of her body to him, urging him on, silently telling him that he was pleasing her. One hand had drifted down his neck, her fingertips burning his skin as they passed lightly back and forth over his shoulder. He slid down, the need to taste that sweet honey making his mouth water, his body shake with need. Once again something about 'Hathor-genes' poked at the back of his brain. Once again he ignored the thought as he moved his tongue and mouth over her flat belly.
When he settled himself between her thighs she couldn't stop her hips from rising toward him. He watched her, his eyes locked with hers as he lowered his mouth to her body. Dear Goddess the man has a talented tongue! She could feel him tasting every inch of her, nibbling at her thighs, thrusting that amazing tongue in and out of her. Driving her crazy with need.
So sweet, his brain told him. Like it did ever time he tasted her. So damned sweet. He loved watching her face when he pleasured her this way. Her eyes darkened, her cheeks flushed, those sweet lips parted and she'd run her tongue over them, making him ache with need. Once again her hands were in his hair. That was such a turn on! Her hips were moving up and down…she was close. Tonight there would be no teasing. There had been enough of that earlier. He slid two fingers into that sweet, hot well and began to move them in and out of her, his tongue dancing over that hard, swollen clit. Her thighs began to quiver against his shoulders. He waited…there it was, that lovely little whimper. He began to suckle determinedly on that little nub, and her song of love filled the air around them as her body began to tremble, her well gripped and tugged and convulsed around his fingers.
She was flying, soaring above the clouds, her body shaking, her mind on overload from the intense, incredible, absolutely wonderful sensations that flooded her being. She closed her eyes as his mouth continued to work on her, licking, kissing, nibbling…until finally the waves slowed to a stop. She was breathing hard as she came back down to earth. It was her turn now. She wanted…she needed to taste him. "Sit up," she whispered.
He complied with her request. She slipped from beneath him, to her knees on the floor in front of him. Her hands were already moving up and down his legs as he settled onto the sofa. He loved to watch her give him head; the look of love on her face, in her eyes was every bit as erotic, as exciting, as what she was doing to him…for him. One soft hand wrapped around the base of his throbbing shaft, the other moved through his pubic hair before sliding down to caress his balls. When she wrapped her sweet lips around him, took him into that hot, eager mouth, he couldn't help but moan with pure pleasure.
Every time she did this, the thought that his erection was like velvet covered steel danced through her head. She had no other man to compare him to, but she was certain that there wasn't another man in the world that felt this good, tasted this good. She took her time, tasting every inch of him, licking him over and over again, taking note of which places a flicker of her tongue resulted in a jerk of his hips. When he pushed his hands through her hair, holding onto her, but not pushing on her, she smiled inwardly. How long before he was out of control, forcing her down, trying to shove more of his magnificent manhood down her throat? She loved when he did that, knowing that it had been her attention, the caresses and kisses that she bestowed upon him that drove him wild with need.
Her eyes were full of love…and a little bit of glee…as she made his hips jerk again. Little minx loved to tease him…god how he loved her! He tried to remember if any other woman had ever been able to please him this much, make him feel this good. He could recall the hesitant caresses that Sha're had made, her eyes on his, barely doing more than licking at him. She'd never liked oral sex, not the giving or receiving. Her upbringing, he guessed. Sarah had been too eager to 'get down to business' to want to do more than give him a cursory lick and a bit of a suck on the head. Carrie Weaver had been willing to let him go down on her, but had never wanted to return the favor. Sweet Jesus, that feels good! He smiled at her, watched the light fill her eyes as she tried once again to take more and more of him into her mouth. Casey wouldn't stop, he knew, until she had him moaning, groaning, and filling her throat. And he was damned close to that now. Her tongue was moving over his sensitive spots, even as she sucked steadily, moving up and down. Oh, god, what this woman could do to him! Once again she was moving that tongue around as if it wasn't connected to her mouth! That just had to be illegal! Somewhere in the world, or on some world, pleasure like this just wasn't allowed!
His chest was starting to heave, his belly beginning to roll. His eyes fluttered shut, his hands tightened around her head. She could feel him throbbing hard and fast. She moved forward a bit, relaxed her throat and took him as deep as she could, swallowing as quickly as she could. When he cried out, she did a little mental happy dance, all the while taking everything he gave her. She gently licked him clean, continued to kiss his thighs and hips as his breathing slowed a bit. Kissed her way back up his belly, his chest, stopping to say hello to his hard, flat nipples. Nipped at his collarbones before moving to his neck. She loved running her tongue up and down that strong muscle behind his ear, the way it made him gasp and shiver. When she finally greeted his lips with her own, he wrapped his arms around her and eased her back onto the sofa once again.
"I love you," he whispered between the kisses he was placing on her soft, fragrant neck.
"I love you," she replied. "I love pleasing you, making you happy."
He shivered. "I like that too," he admitted with a grin. "You do it very well."
"Yes, you do. You try very hard to kill me," he teased.
She giggled. "Oh, and you've never done that to me," she teased back.
"Wanna talk about that hotel room in Denver? I didn't think I was going to survive for a few minutes!"
He grinned against her skin. Her soft scream still echoed in his mind, along with the way she'd clung to him, her body shaking and twitching beneath his as she'd continued to moan softly. "But you did," he replied.
"Barely." She locked her arms around him, sighed softly. "Did you know it could be this good?" She shook her head. "You've been married before, of course you did," she said softly.
"Am I…do I please you as much as she did?"
The question surprised him. "You're very different from her," he said slowly.
"Translation: no way, Casey," she murmured.
"Let me finish," he said, smiling at her. "You have the same sweet, innocent quality that she did. But you're more…adventurous. You please me, Casey, more than any woman I've ever been with. Including Sha're."
Her eyes widened. "You're not just saying that?"
"I'm not just saying that. I loved her, Case. Very much. But I never felt the…connection…that I feel with you. I never felt like she was my soul mate."
His words filled her heart, eased the worry that had hidden there. "You realize that the only one I can compare you to is Mr. Ralph."
"Yeah, my favorite teddy bear. I still have him, I think he's in the box in the closet. I loved him so much, and he loved me. He never minded that I was skinny and ugly and bad," she said softly. "He told me so."
"He knew the same as I do, Angel, you were, and are beautiful, and you were never bad," Daniel said softly, his heart aching at the thought of how sad, how lonely she must have been as a child.
One shoulder moved slightly in a small shrug. "Tell her that," she whispered.
"Given half a chance, I would."
His reply startled her. She looked into his eyes. "You would, wouldn't you?"
"Angel, I've already made a deal with Jack. If your parents start looking for you, he and I are flying to Tacoma. And I’m going to have a little discussion with them."
She giggled. "I want to be there for that!"
"Because nobody stands up to Helen Webster!"
"Except you," he said softly, intuitively.
She lowered her eyes, shrugged again. "Yeah, well that brought its own kind of reward."
"I spent a lot of nights sleeping in the garage," she replied.
"When I turned fifteen, I started rebelling. Not much, just a little, enough to get locked in my room on an almost nightly basis. When I was sixteen, after I'd have an argument with her, I'd leave the house. I'd go sit on the swings in the park, or if it was cold, I'd walk to the bus terminal and sit in there. When I'd come home, the doors and windows were all locked, because she caught me crawling in through my bedroom window one night. Anyway, Dad made sure there were a couple of blankets in the garage, and that the back garage door was always unlocked," she explained.
Anger flooded his mind. Hell. She'd lived through hell on earth. "I love you so much," he whispered.
"I love you, too," she replied. She pushed her hips up against his. "I think the anaconda needs some attention."
He couldn't stop the laugh that erupted. He pushed his hips against her in return. "Think so, huh?"
"Well, if you want to know the truth, I need some attention from the anaconda," she said, smiling up at him.
"Whatever you want, Angel," he whispered. He lowered his head and kissed her, images of her as a teenager, sleeping in a cold, dark garage moving through his mind. He hoped fervently that the Websters would search for her. He wanted to show Helen Webster that there was someone not afraid to stand up to her. When her hands skimmed down his sides, grabbed onto his ass, began kneading his buttocks, all coherent thought disappeared. That certainly had the anaconda's attention! He chuckled. He'd never named his cock, although he knew a lot of men who did. It was just…his cock. Guess it had a name now! That thought privately amused him. He buried his face against her neck, breathed deeply of her sweet scent. And reveled in the love that he'd found.
She just couldn't resist his ass. And as long as they were just lying there, she was going to get a good handful! He was kissing and licking and nipping at her neck again, that so turned her on! She loved the way he made love to her, the way he took the time to arouse her, please her. Virgin she may have been when they met, but she wasn't unaware of how many men didn't take the time to make love to their wives or girlfriends. She was well aware of the fact that Daniel was special, one in a billion. How she had managed to be the woman lucky enough to be his Destiny she would never know, but she'd be thankful for that miracle for the rest of her life!
Every shiver, every sigh, every soft caress, each sweet kiss set fire to his body, sent his heart soaring, filled his soul with such love that he ached with it. He was ready. She was ready. He pushed against her; she wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his shoulders. He could feel her hips tip upward, ready for him, waiting for him. He pushed gently, felt his throbbing shaft slide into paradise.
"Oh, yes," she sighed. How she loved it when he filled her, when he merged their bodies to become one single entity.
That soft sigh made his heart hammer against his ribs, his body harden even more. He set a slow, steady pace, her hips meeting his thrust for thrust. He pushed deep and hard with each downward stroke, felt the resulting shiver in her body.
Every movement of his hips, every response in hers brought her closer to that cliff. Fingers of pleasure moved up and down her spine as he thrust and pushed and rubbed his hips against her body, the tempo of their dance speeding up to match that of their beating hearts. He was pulling out farther, pushing in harder, deeper, and it felt so good!
Her nipples burned the skin of his chest as they brushed against him, every time he moved. He was reaching the point of no return, could feel that wonderful heat building in his belly. He wanted her to fly first, to sing that melodic love song before he joined her in the clouds. He ground his hips against her, moving up and down as he moved in and out of her. Those sexy little sounds from the back of her throat let him know that she was close. Her thighs were quivering.
"I'm gonna come," she whispered, reaching for that shining climax that sparkled above her.
"Do it, Angel, come for me," he whispered in return. He pushed against her, rubbed back and forth, and listened to that sweet whimper turn into a cry of completion. His body responded, he felt the heat move up his aching cock. When she started using those muscles, it pushed him right over the edge into sweet release. He cried out her name, thrusting gently as he filled her warm, sweet well. When the spasms ended, he dropped down on top of her, panting slightly. Smiled when her arms and legs pulled him closer.
"We just broke in the couch," she said, remembering what he'd told her the night he had brought her here for the first time…that he'd never had a woman in his bed, that he hadn't had a woman in the apartment, not like that. It had made her feel special, and it was much easier to settle in knowing that there hadn't been another woman before her doing the very same thing.
He grinned. "Yeah, we did. I think the only room we haven't made love in is my office."
"We will," she promised.
The clock on the wall struck the hour. "It's late, Angel. Let's go to bed. You have your first simulation tomorrow."
She should probably be nervous, or scared about the fact that she and Jack would be going through a simulated attack. But she was excited about it. After a week, she had no delusions that she'd ever be good enough to be put on an SG team! She could only hope to do well enough to keep the team willing to work with her.
Daniel grabbed their clothes, she turned off the stereo and the lamp. She followed him down the hallway, climbed into bed beside him. He pulled her close, kissed the top of her head. "Love you, babe."
"Love you too." She snuggled closer. Somewhere during the day her fears about the future, her fear of losing Daniel's love had fallen away. The concern that they'd be facing…something…was still present. But it wasn't overwhelming or frightening. She closed her eyes, and let sleep carry her gently away.
He listened as her breathing became soft and steady. It had been a great day. With the exception of having to deal with Sergeant Mark White. He pushed that unpleasant thought away, concentrated on the way she'd danced for him, the fun they'd both had with that 'game'. Hopefully she'd be willing to 'play' again sometime. He grinned. He'd have to make sure he kept plenty of cash on hand, just in case! Yep, he'd hit the jackpot!
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