“Now what?”

Sheppard was flat on his back, tied down and as naked as the day he was born but the bastard still had the nerve to look smug. He moved his hands, the muscles in his arms straining as he pulled on the restraints.

“You've got me where you want me, Suzie Q. So what are you waiting for?”

“Why are you in such a hurry?” She straddled his waist, leaned over him and raked her fingers through the hair on his chest. “We've got all night. Don't be in such a rush.” She grinned slightly. “You'll get what you want...eventually.”

“I should have taken it already.”

She sat up and eased back, rubbing over his belly. He moaned softly, his erection pressing hard against her thigh. He shifted his hips, eager for the touch of her wet warmth.

“Not so fast, big boy.” She pulled away from him and he grumbled in disappointment. “It was your idea to stop in the first place. If you hadn't decided to play the Master you could have been a happy boy right now.”

“I'm not a boy.” His eyes flashed hungrily. “And I am the Master.”

“Then stop whining like one.” She slid her hand over his stomach, reaching down to grasp him firmly. Lightly, she rubbed her fingers over him. “And no, you're not.”

She lowered her head and he tensed. Softly, she blew a breath over his hot skin and he twitched in her hand. He lifted his hips trying to bring himself closer to her mouth.

“No, no, no...too easy, Sheppard. You want that too much.” She flicked her tongue over him and he groaned, closing his eyes and pressing his dark head back against the pillows. “If you want my mouth on you, then you're going to have to work for it.”

She eased off of him and slipped to the side of the bed. She gave him an impish grin. “I've got something a little more special planned for you.”

“What?” His eyes twinkled with amusement. “Whipped cream? Chocolate? A few cherries maybe?”

“No, too messy. I think this is gonna be a little bit better.”

She could feel his eyes on her back as she padded naked into the little kitchen area. Leaning down and giving him a good view of her backside, she opened up the small fridge and pulled out the bowl she'd had made up for her lunch. His eyes narrowed slightly when he saw what was in her hands as she came back to the bed.

“What's that?”

“Don't worry about it.” She trailed a cool finger over his hip and he jerked slightly. “All you have to do is lay back and enjoy it.”

She set the bowl on his belly, keeping her hand on it and laughing when he jumped and let out a curse.

“God damn! That's cold!” He gave her a dirty look. “What are you trying to do? Freeze it off first?”

“You'll warm up soon enough, you big baby.” She trailed her hands over him. “And why would I freeze it off when I like it just where it is?” She eased up on the bed, being careful not to jostle the bowl. Throwing her leg over his hip, she straddled his waist. “Now shut up and be quiet.”

“Or what?” He smirked. “You'll spank me? Hard to do when I'm laying on my back.”

“Like you said, Sheppard, I've got you exactly where I want you. And why would I want you on your belly?” She tickled her fingers over him. “All the fun stuff is on this side.”

She took the wrap from the top of the bowl and tossed it on the floor. She dipped her fingers into the container, watching his eyes as she lifted her hand. He was nervous and uneasy, wondering what she was going to do but that look quickly faded when he saw the red and black fruit in her hand.

“Strawberries and black berries?” He laughed. “Paying me back for that banana trick, huh?”

“Yes.” She wriggled her hips, grinning when that got a gasp from him. “But I'm gonna add a little bit more too it.” She plucked a black berry from her hand and placed it on his belly button.

He shivered and licked his lips hungrily as she laid a trail of the fruit over his chest and belly. When she was through she took the last item from the bowl before she set it to the side. He stared at the thing in her hand, his eyes narrowing slightly.

“What the hell is that?”

“Shut up and you'll find out.”

Peeling the top back from the container, she dipped her finger into the creamy mixture and then swiped it over his lips. His tongue flicked out and he grinned at the taste.

“Yogurt?”

“Blue berry.” She smirked and slid back until she was kneeling at his feet. “Which your balls are gonna match if you don't behave yourself.”

“Mmm...kinky.” He gave her a leering grin. “But if you're gonna cover 'em I hope you've got a big container.” He shivered under her touch. His voice was low and raspy, his eyes dark and full of fire. “You've got a lot of territory to cover.”

“Don't worry, sweetheart. I've got more than enough for you.”

Slowly, she worked her way up his legs. She watched his face as she tickled her fingers over his thighs. Her breath catching in her throat at the sounds of his deep guttural moans as she brushed her fingers over his smooth skin. He pulled against the restraints, his back arching, his hips lifting up off the bed as her fingers stroked gently over him.

“Lay still.” She slapped a hand against his hip.

“Then hurry up.” He grumbled through gritted teeth.

“No.” She dipped her finger into the creamy concoction and swirled some of the stuff over his nipples. “When I've got a dinner this big, I like to take my time.”

When the container was finally empty she tossed it into the trash and knelt down on the side of the bed. She leaned in close and he raised his head slightly, he parted his lips, his tongue darting out to swipe across her breast.

Laughing she moved back and he fell back against the pillows, a disappointed look on his face.

“I'm just not sure which end I should start on.” She ran her fingers over his arm, tracing over his taunt muscles and down to his chest. “Should I start here...” She let her fingers do the walking down to his belly. “Here...” She ran a finger over him. He hissed and jerked up, hot and hard against her hand. “Or maybe I should start here...” She slid her fingers over his thigh, across his knee and down to the top of his foot. She looked up at him and grinned. “What do you think, Sheppard?”

“I don't give a damn.” His breath was coming in short hard pants. “Just start somewhere.”

“Hmm...” She flicked her tongue across the top of his foot and over his ankle, the taste of him both salty and sweet in her mouth. He groaned and she looked up and gave him a saucy wink. “I think I'll just start here and save the best for last.”

He fell back against the pillows and closed his eyes, his body shuttering with very flick or swipe of her tongue as she worked her way up his lanky frame. When she reached his thighs, he cried out, demanding that she give him some release but she only smiled. She crouched low, and slid her tongue over his stomach and up to his belly button.

He whimpered when she picked up the black berry with her teeth and let some of the juice from the berry drip over his belly button. He moaned even louder when she sucked the juice off of him.

Her nipples ached, little ripples of pleasure curling through her at the way the hair on his belly scraped against her. Heat pounded between her legs. She wanted him...God, how she wanted him...but she wasn't about to let her lust get the better of her. Not when she had him like this.

“Oh, God...” He bit his lip and moaned when she sucked at his nipples.

Every whimper, every groan, every raspy breath that fell from his lips made her body tremble. Carefully, she slipped a strawberry between her teeth and pressed her mouth against his. He groaned against her mouth as his lips parted , accepting half of the piece of fruit she offered him.

One by one, she shared each bite of the sweet nibbles with him. With each press of her lips, he opened his mouth wider, his tongue darting into her mouth. The taste of him and the sweet fruit was heavy on her tongue and she kissed him back, sliding her hands over his shoulders and up to tangle her fingers in his dark hair.

“Damn you...” He moaned against her mouth.

She laughed softly and rested against him, her nipples tightening at the feel of the curls on his chest brushing against her. “You taste so good.” She whispered. “Do you want me to taste all of you?”

“Yesss...” His body tensed and he gritted his teeth. His head lolled back against the pillows his breath coming in raspy moans. “Damn it...yes...”

“Beg me.” She whispered against his mouth. She slid her hands over his sides, her fingers scraping over his ribs. “Beg me for it...”

His head twisted to the side. “I won't beg...”

“If you want it...if you want me to touch you...taste you with my mouth...you will.” She slid her hands over his belly, her fingers tickling along the insides of his thighs.

“No...” He was really panting now. His erection stood out straight from his body, thick and hard, the head as deliciously dark and red as the fruit she'd just shared with him.

She slid her hand over his thigh, her fingers tickling over his balls. His body jerked and a low, primal growl escaped from his mouth.

“Tell me, John...” She tickled him again, torturing him until she knew he had to either give in or explode. “Tell me...”

“Shit...” He twisted on the bed.

“Do you want me to stop...or keep going?” She pressed her mouth against his abdomen, licking over him in a hot wet kiss.

He whimpered again. He opened his eyes. His gaze was hot and he snarled hungrily. “Don't...don't...stop...please.”

“Good boy.” She smiled and slid back until she was nestled between his legs.

“Jesus!” He cried out when she took him in her mouth. She sucked at him, her tongue swirling over him, flicking at the swollen head as she teased him with her teeth and tongue.

His feet dug into the mattress, his toes curling, his legs falling wider to give her more room. She felt him shaking, his body writhing at the feeling of the blistering wet suction of her mouth on him. He was too big for her to take all of him and when she touched him with her cool hands, he shouted and his hips jerked up off the bed.

She could hear him moaning, his words heavy and slurred but she caught enough to realize that he was begging her to ride him. With one last flick of her tongue, she raised up and rested her hands on his hips, holding him still as she straddled his hips. She slid over him, her own breath catching in her throat as the head of his penis nudged against her sex.

She reached down, gripped him gently and guided him to her entrance. He felt the warmth of her and he gave an animal like cry, his hips pushing up to meet her as she slid down over him. She spread her legs a little wider so that she could take all of him.

She closed her eyes, listening to the sound of their breathing and the wet sound of flesh against flesh.

A hard ball of fire was growing in her belly as she rode him. She ground her pelvis against him, matching him stroke for stroke. She could feel him growing inside her, filling her up with his heat until he threw back his head and howled out his release as he exploded inside her.

Susan gasped, her thighs tightening around him, grinding against him harder, not willing to let him go until her fingers dug into his hips and her head fell back, her mouth open in a silent scream.

One last shudder and she collapsed against him, her head nestled against his shoulder, her breasts pressed against his chest. Her heart was racing as fast as his. She closed her eyes for a moment, breathing in the musky scent of him.

“Let me go.”

His breath was hot against the top of her head. Sleepily, she looked up at him and shook her head.