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 14. Love and Passion

As soon as they were in their hotel room and the door closed behind them, Lantash pushed Sam against the wall, kissing her passionately.

"Finally alone, my Samantha, just the three of us," he murmured, a hungry look in his eyes.

"Finally," Sam agreed and pulled him in for another hot kiss. "Now let's get to bed so you can fuck me!" She felt her cheeks flush at being so direct. She had always had problems expressing emotions, but she was still intoxicated enough that she at least could make herself be so direct.

Lantash made a sharp intake of breath and smiled mischievously. "Oh, I promise you, I shall... ah, fuck you, as you call it. I am just going to make sure you are very ready first." He kissed her. "I shall make sure you come at least once before I mate with you." He flashed his eyes deliberately.

Sam gave him a loopy grin. "That sounds, ah, nice."

"Perhaps I can even be as good as in your dreams..." He grinned. "Did you achieve satisfaction from those dreams, my sweet Samantha?"

"Uh... maybe..." She gave him a light shove, still smiling despite her cheeks reddening again. "Scoundrel!"

"Scoundrel?" He raised an eyebrow, mock indignation on his face.

"Yup," she confirmed, giggling. "Scoundrel. Rascal."

"In that case I guess I'm expected to do this." He suddenly picked her up and held her in his arms.

Sam made a small sound of surprise, then grinned. "I guess so." She put her hand on his neck and caressed him there. "Just making sure you know... that know some tricks too. Even if I am... inexperienced. I can read - and I've got plenty of, of memories from Jolinar."

Lantash gasped as she pleasured him, and he flashed his eyes. "I don't doubt that for a moment." He kissed her warmly, then put her down on the floor before the bed. "You are talented in everything you put your mind to. I very much look forward to letting you, ah, practice, on me." He kissed her again.

He pulled the covers off the bed before turning to her again. He put his hands on her shoulders and lovingly slid them down over her arms, down to grasp her hips. They kissed again, and he unbuckled her belt. Grabbing hold of her dress, he pulled it over her head.

Sam grinned and sat down on the bed, kicking her shoes off. "Come here, sweetie..."

Lantash let his eyes rove over her body, only small parts of it hidden by her very sexy lingerie. He shook himself and started tearing at his clothing. "I shall be with you in a moment."

She eagerly watched as he undressed before her, unconsciously licking her lips. "Oh, wow, you're gorgeous!" She smiled, still a little embarrassed at her own candor.

He just smiled widely and dropped the rest of his clothes carelessly on a chair, then stood before her completely naked. "I am pleased you approve, Samantha."

She smiled, letting her gaze glide over him, from the top of his head to his feet, spending extra time looking at his face, his chest, his stomach, and his very hard, large erection.

"I very much approve," she said, scooting back to sit against the pillows in the bed. "Very much."

Lantash dipped his head and gave Martouf control.

"My beautiful Samantha." He gave her a charming smile as he joined her on the bed.

He grabbed hold of her foot, and slowly caressed it. He then slid his hand up her leg, very clearly enjoying the feeling of her soft, smooth skin.

Sam gasped when his hand got to her inner thigh, and she spread her legs a little more, giving him more room. "Yes... Martouf..."

He leaned over her, and their lips met again. He slid his hand between her legs, fondling her through her panties while continuing to kiss her.

"I feel your wetness, Samantha," he murmured. "You want me."

"Yes! Yes, I do, Martouf!"

He slipped his fingers under the hem of her panties, stroking her. She moaned and pushed against his fingers. "Patience! You shall have me, soon," he promised, giving her a naughty smile. Their lips met in another heated kiss.

He pulled at her underwear, and she lifted up her ass so he could better get them off her. She watched him, her heart beating faster from the rapt expression she saw on his face, the intense look in his eyes.

He cupped her breasts, caressing both of her nipples through the material of her bra. Her nipples hardened under his touch, and Sam's breathing quickened. He pulled at the one remaining piece of clothing, sliding his fingers along the hem until he found the closure. He fumbled for a moment, and then it was off and she was completely naked before him.

She felt a bit self-conscious under his gaze, but it did not last long when his hands were suddenly on her again. He filled his hands with her breasts, kneading them gently. He took one nipple between his lips, flicking his tongue against it while caressing the other breast and nipple with his fingers.

Sam moaned deeply as he fondled her breasts with his mouth and hands. He was half-lying against her, and she felt his hard erection press against her upper leg.

He kissed his way down over her stomach, down between her legs, placing a kiss on her mound. He spread her folds and gently slipped a finger inside, causing Sam to gasp. He looked up at her, arousal mingling with concern. "I did not hurt you?"

She shook her head. "No, not at all. It feels good." She wet her lips and closed her eyes as he slowly moved his finger back and forth. "Very good."

"You're so very wet, my Samantha." Martouf looked up at her with heavy-lidded eyes. He pulled her folds aside and kissed her clit. "Wet for me."

Sam gasped and opened her eyes, looking at him. Her mouth was partially open and she made a sharp intake of breath as he flicked his tongue over her clit. She squirmed and grabbed at the sheets, as he continued pleasuring her using his hands and tongue. Soon she was moaning steadily.

Her sounds was making him even more aroused, and he rubbed his very hard cock against the blankets under him, trying to get some relief from the sweet ache. Lantash was as horny as he, and they both fought to control their urge, very much wanting to make sure their Samantha was thoroughly pleasured before they fucked her.

She tangled her fingers in his hair, running them through it again and again. "M... Martouf, I, I want you... want you to fuck me!" Sam demanded, panting.

Her pleas were not making it easier for Martouf and Lantash to take it slow. Martouf pushed another finger into her tight pussy, then another, at the same time increasing the pressure and speed of his tongue against her clit. Sam cried out and bucked against his mouth, coming so hard she almost pushed him off.

She still felt the pleasurable aftershocks of her climax when he, unable to wait any longer, parted her folds and positioned the head of his shaft, sliding into her.

He pushed forward into the tight wetness. Sam gave a yelp from the brief pain, but it was soon forgotten when Martouf kissed her deeply.

He pulled back a little and thrust forward again, moving slowly at first. He slipped a hand between them, and found her clit, stimulating it gently. Sam was still highly sensitive after her orgasm, and it took little before she was moaning and writhing under him again.

His eyes flashed as Lantash took over. He kissed her deeply, before grabbing hold of her hips and beginning to fuck her with long, steady thrusts.

He gasped and felt his control slipping. He realised he would not be able to hold back his release for much longer. His beloved Samantha was so wonderfully warm and tight and wet - and she kept making soft little sounds of pleasure, each time he entered her, driving him wild with lust.

She pushed up against him and he slowly increased his speed, taking her with shorter, harder thrusts. She was touching him everywhere, running her hands over his chest, caressing his nipples, finding the spot on his neck where he was extra sensitive.

Soon Lantash lost his restraint and began pounding into her, pinning her down in the mattress. Her moans of pleasure left him in no doubt that this was extremely welcome, and this added greatly to his arousal.

He rammed into her a few more times, and then he groaned and drove his shaft deep into her, spilling his seed. As he came, he uttered a stream of Goa'uld words, Samantha's name somewhere among them.

Sam heard him only faintly, caught up, as she was, in her own intense climax.

When they had recovered some, he gave her a warm kiss. "My wonderful Samantha!"

She looked at him with a tired, but sated smile. "You're the one who is wonderful. You and Martouf."

"Thank you." He kissed her again and gently lifted himself of her. "I love you, Samantha."

The words made her wake up a little. "Lantash?" Caught off guard she tried to come up with something to say. "Uh, that's, that's nice... I..." She felt stupid for being tongue-tied like that.

"Shh, you don't need to answer that." He looked a bit embarrassed. "Let us sleep together. Later we will again enjoy pleasure in each others arms." He embraced her and held her close.

Sam nodded slowly, unsure what to say. She loved him too, she was certain of it now, but she did not know if she dared believe that he really loved her, and did not just react to the emotions of the moment.

She was too tired to think about it right now, and besides it was so very wonderful to lie here in his arms. She drowsily snuggled up to him, and soon after she fell asleep.

Martouf and Lantash soon joined her in sleep as well.

It was some hours later when Sam awoke from Martouf kissing her neck. She sleepily turned around and gave him a soft kiss.

"You're awake," she said, unnecessarily.

"Mmm, I have a wonderful woman in my arms, I do not want to only sleep then." He gave her a naughty smile. "Also, I dreamt about you, and about pleasuring you."

Sam smiled, her cheeks reddening a little. "Um, that's... I like that." She remembered her thoughts from the evening before, just before they fell asleep. She hesitated, before asking in a worried voice, "Martouf... Lantash said that he loves me. Did he really mean it? And... do you love me too?"

"Samantha! How can you doubt that? Of course he meant it - and of course I love you too. We love as one." Martouf looked concerned.

Sam's expression softened and she smiled. "Thanks! I love you too, Martouf and Lantash."

Martouf looked surprised, then smiled widely. "Samantha, thank you so much for telling us this. You have no idea how happy you have made us!"

"I have no idea how we'll make something like this work, with you a Tok'ra and living on another planet, and me at the SGC, but I guess we'll figure something out."

Martouf nodded. "We will." He kissed her lovingly. "We must." He sighed. "That is a concern for tomorrow, or later."

"Yes... at least you are staying for a whole week," Sam said.

"I am." He looked thoughtful. "I can probably stay for longer, if you would like?"

"That would be great! I have some more vacation I can take!" Sam smiled, but then looked doubtful. "But... will the Tok'ra High Council really give you the time off? I mean, when Daniel returns from the dig he's on, you guys are going to spend most of the time hammering out the last details on the alliance between my people and yours. If you're here for a couple weeks now... well, what I mean is, don't you have important missions you need to go on? I don't want you to, well, get in trouble because of me."

Martouf gave her a kiss. "Do not be concerned. I only have one mission scheduled in the coming weeks, and it is not an important one. An information gathering mission to Tenshawna. It can be postponed, or carried out by someone else."

"In that case I would very much like you to stay longer!"

"Then I will do so." He slowly caressed her. "Please say that we may pleasure you again?" He looked at her, hopeful.

"Yes, Martouf." She smiled at him. "I'd like that very much."

They started kissing, and the kiss soon turned very passionate. They would worry about the future tomorrow, tonight they would think only of each other and the pleasure they would bring each other.



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