(Special thanks to Major Gee for her beautiful artwork for this story)
She stared down at him, his blue eyes darkened with desire, his naked body so perfect in the candlelight, his obvious arousal.
"Join you? That was always the plan, Daniel" she chuckled, as she moved to lie with him.
Now their bodies touched from head to foot, the sweet feel of skin against skin, her soft curves against his well muscled strength. They lay still for long moments, savouring the feel of this intimate moment. Then her hands began to move restlessly on him, across his abdomen, up his chest to his shoulder and down his arms to his hands. And once again, she placed his hands on her, wordlessly encouraging his caresses.
Daniel's hands moved surely across her willing flesh, as she arched and moved to allow him free access to her. Her skin burned where his hands touched her, where she came into contact with his body. She tried to avoid brushing against the hardness at the centre of him, wanting to prolong this gentle, teasing excitement.
The feel of her under his hands was intoxicating, Daniel thought, as he explored her skin, its warmth, its texture. This slow discovery was unthinking - he merely slid his hands across her, allowing her movements to guide him to the parts of her that craved his touch. From her indented navel, down the curve of her hips, back up her ribcage to her breasts - it was a journey without beginning or end, more of a slow meander, not unlike SG-1's initial exploration of this planet.
He felt her legs move against his, and his feet joined in the expedition. He ran his instep along her calf, gently pulling her leg between his, and now he felt the softness of her limbs intertwine with his own long legs.
All the while, he stared deep into her eyes - those mysterious green eyes, locked with his. Her breath was warm against his cheek. And then she spoke.
"Kiss me, my love."
Happy to oblige, his lips moved to cover hers. Her lips parted, inviting his tongue. He explored her mouth deeply. When the kiss ended, she arched her neck back, exposing the skin of her throat, inviting his lips to join his hands and feet in possession of her skin.
He trailed kisses down her throat, tasting her. The warmth of her skin under his lips filled his senses. He paused near her shoulder, feeling the delicate throb of her pulse against his mouth. His tongue rested against the spot. Her hand came up to his head and entwined in his silky hair, gently caressing him.
Then his mouth began to move again, back up the column of her throat, moving unerringly to the point on her jaw where her ear began. He nuzzled her gently, lips, breath and tongue stimulating that sensitive area behind her ear.
She could stand it no longer - her body arched against him, her hips pressing hard against his, feeling the hardness of him against her softly rounded belly.
For a moment, he froze, and she sensed him adjusting to this new sensation, striving to regain his calm control. And she blessed the strength of his soul as that control was re-established, and his hands, feet and mouth resumed their separate caressings.
Daniel was lost in her - the warmth of her skin, the feel of her willing body against his - and time seemed to stand still as he continued his lazy, almost casual exploration of her.
She was starting to breathe in short, panting gasps, and her hips ground against his. Her arousal was growing, and he knew what she wanted now without the need for words.
One hand moved slowly down her body, sliding across her belly and down over the curve of her hip. He moved steadily, but softly, caressing her thigh. She moaned against his lips, and moved against him, allowing him access to her. His hand gently stroked her inner thigh, feeling the quivering of the tiny muscles there, and then his fingers sought out her centre of her.
Gaia gasped as he touched her, gentle caresses that ignited her passion. Now it was she who was lost, abandoned to nothing but the sweet feeling of his fingers, stimulating her so incredibly.
She forced her attention away from the feelings he was arousing in her, and gazed deep into his eyes. Such beautiful eyes, windows to his perfect soul. She moved, then, to complete her capture of him.
Her hands went to his shoulders, as she pushed him back against the pillow, and moved to straddle him, breaking away from his maddening fingers. Not to be outdone, he raised his hand to his mouth, licking her sweetness from his fingers. She watched him with hot eyes, and smiled lazily as he raised up to kiss her, sharing the taste with her.
She pushed him, gently but firmly, back down on to the bed, and locked her eyes with him as she moved forward to grind herself against his hardness. His hands rested gently on her hips, steadying her as she moved against him.
She leaned forward, not breaking the delicious contact between them, and kissed him, then moved her lips to his ear and breathed, "I want you inside me, my best beloved."
The words sent a surge to his groin, and he thrust his hips against hers. She gasped in surprise, and sat back upright. She smiled down at him, a slow, sensual smile, and renewed her movement against him. "Patience, Daniel, I want you on my terms."
He grinned back at her, relaxing as she continued to create delightful friction between their bodies. "Of course, my Gaia. Please, forgive my impetuous behaviour." His patience was rewarded as she moved slightly, allowing him to enter her. She continued to move against him, only this time, he was deep within her.
Daniel stared up at Gaia as she made love to him. Her hands were on his shoulders, steadying herself as she rocked her hips against him, slowly, surely bringing them both to the peak. Her eyes locked with his, and her mouth teased his with short, hard kisses, and then with long, lingering caresses.
As her excitement grew, she pushed away from his body, and his hands rose again to her hips to steady her. He had never seen anything more beautiful. Her head was thrown back , her eyes closed in pleasure, and the candlelight caught the glistening of beads of moisture at her hairline and over her skin. She moved faster now, and his body thrust up to meet hers with every movement.
Gaia was lost to everything but the feel of him inside her, his hands on her skin. Her body sought the sweet oblivion of release, and she felt it gather like a storm within her. Suddenly she was on the brink, and her eyes flew open as she gazed down at her lover beneath her, his eyes adoring her as the storm within her broke. She cried out his name over and over, gasping as the pleasure coursed through her.
Daniel watched, mesmerised, as her orgasm flowed through her. His hands continued to steady her, and she rocked gently against him as her body shook with delight. And then, his own arousal took him by surprise. Holding her hips firmly, he thrust up into her and moments later he was gasping as his own powerful orgasm roared through him.
Gaia shuddered with delight as Daniel's release came. Oh, it was too perfect, that he should find such pleasure in her. And her body, which had begun to calm, suddenly exploded with a second, more powerful orgasm that seemed to come from nowhere. She was lost, lost within his body, lost in his eyes, lost . . .
Her soul, engaged in a titanic struggle for control, reached out to his and - connection. The calm of his soul poured over hers like sweet benediction. Now there was no him, no her - just one perfect being, joined.
She was caught up in his arms as she fell forward, and Daniel cradled her against his chest as their heartbeats slowed to normal. Their bodies, slicked with sweat, tangled together in the centre of the big bed. He stroked her back gently, soothing her as her breathing evened out.
"Thank you, Gaia my love," he murmured, as he fled towards sleep.
His last waking thought was her words, sighing softly, "It was my pleasure, my best beloved."
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