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When Two Hearts Collide

The sensation of her breasts and those hard pink nipples pressing against his skin was turning him on. She had continued to shift and wiggle, his cock still buried inside her sweet, warm body. Which had him getting hard again. He'd never had a problem making love at least twice in a row. Tonight, he didn't think he'd have any trouble staying up all night! He pressed his face against her hair. Loved the soft floral scent. She smelled so damned good!

She could feel him getting hard again. Knew that they would be making love again, and making the last stop on her first ever trip Around the World. What an incredible journey it had been so far! She moved her hips back and forth. Began to use those muscles deep inside, putting to use what she had practiced so many nights alone in her bed, while Kelley was at her mother's. Felt him begin to throb in response, each and every pulse causing a shiver of pleasure to race up and down her spine. She sat up, her fingers toying with flat brown nipples that hardened beneath her fingertips.

"Ride me, babe," he whispered.

She smiled, curled her legs beside his hips, and began to move slowly up and down on him. According to the books she'd read, she should be feeling sore. This was, after all, her first time. And Daniel was far from being 'average' in size! The only thing she was feeling was the heat of desire. Her hands were around his waist, holding onto him as she moved. Her head fell back, her hair brushing against his thighs.

He gasped at the sensual touch of her hair against his legs. Watched her face as she moved over him, moving up until he was barely inside her, then impaling herself on his rigid shaft. His hands were on her breasts, caressing them…massaging them… squeezing them gently, his fingers tugging at nipples that continued to harden.

If she rubbed her hips back and forth against him each time she took him fully inside, the stimulation was exactly what she needed. Up…down…back and forth…up…down…back and forth…words could never describe the actual intensity of making love. Could never describe the delicious shivers, the wonderful agony of waiting to finally go over the cliff…she began to move faster, grinding against him as if she were trying to take him, hips and all, into her body.

He watched, mesmerized as her body took him, again and again and again, her sweet little twat swallowing him whole, those soft blonde curls tangling with the coarse, dark blond hair that surrounded his manhood. He sighed when she rubbed against him, feeling the action from the tip to the base of his swollen cock. She was indeed a passionate woman. When she began to move faster, his hands dropped to her hips, slowing her down, holding her to a steady rhythm.

"It feels so good," she whispered.

"Yeah, it does," he agreed. He began to gently knead the firm buttocks of that sexy ass. Felt the shiver that moved through her when he did so. "Easy," he whispered, when she again tried to speed up her movements. "Make it last."

It was difficult to comply…her body was clamoring for more. Harder…faster…deeper…more! Her breathing had become ragged as she fought to control her desire. She put her hands on his shoulders. Oh, goddess! The stimulation from this angle was perfect! She wasn't even aware of the tiny sounds she was making as her need to continued to build.

A flush covered her body; she was trembling with need. God, she was breathtaking this way! When she leaned forward, he knew what she was seeking. He slid his hand between them, found that swollen nub at the top of her folds. Caressed it gently, those soft little sounds of need turning him on even more.

"Right there!" she whispered. "Oh, god yes!"

She was grinding against him, pushing against his fingers, then thrusting back against his cock. If this kept up for much longer, she'd have him coming again! Her thighs began to quiver against his sides. He recognized the signal. She was about to fly. "Give it to me, Casey," he whispered.

She whimpered, felt that heart stopping rush move from her belly, center itself between her thighs. His fingers never stopped moving as she raced up the side of the mountain. "Oh, god," she moaned, just before she leapt off of the cliff.

Daniel grabbed her hips once again, began to thrust up into her, felt the rain of sweet honey wash down over him. Her name on his lips, his body...his soul...spiraling into the clouds beside her, he gave in and let go, amazed that after all he had given her earlier, he could still come so hard, for so long.

Casey dropped down onto his chest, breathing hard. "I never knew," she said softly.

His hands were moving up and down her back, from her shoulders to her hips, as he tried to catch his own breath. "Never knew what?"

"That it would feel so freaking good!"

He couldn't help but chuckle. "Yeah, it does feel good, doesn't it?"

Cuddled close to him, the questions that she had shoved to the back of her mind began to surface, demanding her attention. "Do I please you as much as she did?"

He could hear the fear that she tried to push down. He kissed the side of her face. "You're a very passionate woman, Casey."

"Translation…not even close," she murmured.

"Don't put words in my mouth," he said quietly. "You're very different from Sha're. You give so very much, are so willing to make me feel good. You're passionate…and not afraid to take what you want, or need. That turns me on. You make love with your entire body, and your heart, not just that sweet little twat."

She giggled. "Twat?"

"Yes, twat," he grinned. "When Sha're and I made love, there was passion, but not like this, not like you and I have shared tonight. She never…she didn't like oral sex, the giving or the receiving. Her upbringing, I guess. There's no way…she never would have ridden me like that. She never would have allowed me to do what we're going to do in a little while."

She frowned slightly. "Does it bother you that I'm so…passionate?"

He knew immediately what she was thinking. "No! Oh, god no!" He wrapped his hand around her chin, tilted her head up so that he could look into those amazing green eyes. "I love that you're so passionate. That you're…wild and free and so willing to love me, to make love to me. I love you, Case, and I love making love with you."

Casey smiled. "I love you. I couldn't be this way…I couldn't…I never even wanted to go to bed with another man. But with you…I want to please you, make you happy, and then it's like my body takes over, and I have no control…"

"And that so turns me on," he repeated softly.

"Really?"

"Really."

She leaned up to kiss him. "I like turning you on," she said, a shy smile on her face.

"I like it too," he grinned. He'd never been with a woman as giving, as eager to please, as Casey. She might be…have been…a virgin, but he was certain he had awakened a most passionate woman. And she was going to be voracious. Yeah, his brain taunted, won't that be a horrible burden to bear? He could only grin wider.

They lay together peacefully, their steady breathing the only sound in the room. Casey glanced at the clock. It was half past midnight. They had checked into the room just after eight. "Daniel?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you tired?"

Was this her way of letting him know that she was having second thoughts about the 'last stop' of their trip? He was honest enough with himself to admit to being disappointed if it turned out to be the case. "Not really. Why?"

"Well, I just don't want to wear you out. If you need to sleep for a little while, you know, to recuperate before we…um…you know…it's okay."

"You're a real wiseass, aren't you?"

She looked up at him. "Well you have come three times tonight. So far. I just thought you might be tired."

He probably should be. He'd only slept an hour or so, at his desk, Sunday night. Monday night he'd only slept a few hours, including the sleep they'd managed to get, curled together on his bed after he'd brought her back. Three times, huh? He'd known that tonight was going to be special…incredible…mind blowing. "I'm not tired. And I'll be ready," he replied.

"You're sure?"

"Smartass," he growled. Couldn't help but smile when she giggled. One of his two most favorite sounds, he decided. Topped only by that sweet whimper that signaled her impending orgasm.

She shifted slightly, began to kiss him again, soft gentle kisses that sent her love to him with every stroke of her tongue against his. His arms tightened around her when she deepened the kiss; she pulled away before he could take control of it. Once again her mouth moved over his jaw, down to his neck. She could taste the salt of his sweat, felt him shiver when she suckled on that muscle behind his ear. Not knowing if leaving a hickey on his throat could cause trouble for him at the SGC, she moved down to his shoulder. Left her mark on him there, before moving to his collarbones. When she pulled away from him, the feeling of loss as he slid from her body almost made her cry out. She settled at his side, kissing his chest, teasing his nipples until they were pebbled against his skin.

He was beginning to breathe hard. When she wrapped her hand around him and began to gently stroke him, he moaned softly. Sweet Jesus! One touch of those slender hands and he was hard as a rock, ready to go again!

She didn't know how he would feel about her going down on him again, after they had made love - twice. But she had to taste him, had to feel him in her hands and mouth again…she had to! She could taste the saltiness of his come; the taste of what she assumed was her own honey. Should it bother her? She shrugged mentally…if Daniel didn't mind, why should she? She took as much of him as she could into her mouth, teasing him with her tongue, her hands working on what she couldn't take in.

"Oh, god!" he whispered. His hips were already moving, meeting her every step of the way. He'd never had a woman take him all the way orally before Casey. He certainly had never had a woman willing to go down on him after making love the way they had. She was amazing! Every man's fantasy! Daniel was a gentle, kind man…a brilliant man to be sure. But he was still a man. He liked the things most other men liked. Including a woman willing to be a bit wild and wanton in bed. He'd never gone down on a woman after making love. None of the women he'd been with were interested in letting him. Before she could send him to paradise…again…he pulled away from her, and rolled her to her back.

She smiled, filled her hands with his hair when he began to suckle with such abandon at her breasts. His fingers were moving between her thighs, and just when she was certain that he was going to move up and bury himself in her once again, he slid down and began to lick her wet, swollen folds. She gave a little cry of surprise, her hips leaving the bed and pushing up against his face.

So damned sweet! Even though he could taste something a bit…salty…mostly all he could taste was her. He'd spent enough time on those beautiful breasts that when he pushed his tongue inside her, she rewarded him with a flow of that sweet, sweet honey. He lapped up every drop, sought more. This is it, his brain told him. In a few minutes you're going to be buried to the hilt in that sweet ass. He wondered if he would survive the experience.

He moved up slowly, kissing and licking his way back to her mouth; kissing her with such joy, such deep love that he was sure she'd never understand the emotions involved. He was wrong, for her kisses in return were filled with just as much happiness, and the love that came through to him was every bit as strong as what beat in his heart for her. He shifted over her, felt her legs go around his waist, her arms tightened around his shoulders. When he hesitated, afraid of hurting her, certain that by now she had to be sore, those long, slender legs pulled him closer. He could feel the softness of those nether lips as they surrounded the swollen, throbbing head of his cock. With a moan of surrender he plunged into her.

Her back arched, her fingers dug into his shoulders. So full! She loved that feeling! It was amazing…mind blowing, and she absolutely loved it. He was moving in and out of her, slowly at first, the tempo increasing as she began to grind against him. When he began to slow his movements once again, she understood that the time for the last stop had arrived. She shivered with anticipation.

He had to make her ready for him. Had to make sure that she would have as little pain as possible; he understood that there was no way to take her the way he wanted to take her, the way she wanted to be taken, and there not be a bit of pain. He pulled out of her, settled at her side, and began to make love to her breasts. My beauties, he already called them in his mind. His, and his alone. The thought pleased him, and he gave each pink tip a kiss, before suckling again. He let his fingers move over her thighs, to her hips, across her mons, and back again, never touching that sweet, succulent flesh. Back and forth, his fingertips barely touching her. When her hips were moving up toward him, when she was trying to force his hand where she wanted it, needed it, he trailed one finger down that wet slit. Found that swollen nub and began to tease it. When she was panting, he slid his hand between her thighs, moved his thumb over that hard little clit, and pushed two fingers into her warm, waiting well.

She wasn't sure what he was doing. She only knew that she was going to lose her mind if he didn't touch her soon! She couldn't help but whimper with relief when he finally gave her aching clit the attention it needed…demanded. She smiled when that feeling began to build again…sweet and aching and hot and wonderful…felt it move to that warm place between her thighs. He was tugging gently at her nipples with his teeth, and the sensations were incredible. She could feel her thighs begin to quiver…that had always been the signal that her orgasm was near. The whimper that she'd never experienced before tonight, that she had tried desperately to hold back each time it built, filled her throat, and suddenly she was flying again. "Daniel!"

He smiled against her skin as she cried out his name, felt her warm well convulse around his fingers, felt the honey pour from her. He gently began to stroke her, moving that wetness down to that puckered little opening just behind her well.

His touch…there…was a bit of a surprise. His mouth never stopped moving over her breasts, though his fingers stilled, just gently laid against her skin. When she had relaxed again, he began to caress her there once more. She gasped when she felt him push a finger inside her. The feeling wasn't bad…just different. She knew when he slipped a second finger into her, and when he began to move them slightly, she couldn't help but push back against his hand.

Not until he worked a third finger into her did he even consider moving on. When she was once again pushing her hips against his hand, letting him know that the stimulation he was giving her wasn't painful, he gently pulled his fingers from her body. For the last time that night, he shifted over her, pushed against her hips and slid into paradise.

Had he changed his mind? Or was this part of how it was done? She didn't have time to think about it, the feeling of him inside her was pushing away all coherent thought. Her hips met his thrust for thrust, grinding up against him even as he pushed against her. Just when she was able to see her climax shimmering in front of her eyes, he pulled away from her.

"Curl up a bit," he whispered. He helped her put her legs over his shoulders. "If it hurts too badly, or you get scared, or just want to stop, tell me. Okay?"

"Okay." She couldn't help but smile. He'd said the same thing when he had taken her for the first time…had it already been two hours ago?

"I'm sorry babe, but it's going to hurt a bit at first."

"I'm ready," she whispered.

"Relax, babe, just relax," he said softly.

She forced herself to obey. Smiled when she felt one strong, warm hand begin to move gently over her belly, up to her breasts, down her side, back over her belly again. He continued to caress her until she felt herself relaxing from the tender touch.

When he could feel her body relax, he pushed into that sweet warm well one last time, coating himself with that sweet honey. He guided his aching cock to that tight little back door. Pushed against her, just enough that she could feel his presence. "You're so beautiful," he whispered. "So amazing. So passionate. I love you, Casey."

She smiled at his declarations of love. "I love you," she whispered. "Take me Daniel, take me to that last stop," she begged.

He nearly lost control. His body was shaking as he gently moved forward. The gasp she gave when the swollen head of his cock pushed past that tight ring made him freeze in place. "Case?"

The pain had been intense, and had flooded her senses for several long seconds. "Give me a second," she whispered.

"Do you want to stop?"

"No!"

He couldn't help but grin. Once again his hand began its journey over her belly and breasts. So damned tight and hot, he thought, beginning to breathe hard, trying to remain still until she was ready to move on. He felt her body relax once more. Slowly, oh so very slowly, he moved forward.

There was no pain now. Although at this point she wasn't so sure she liked the activity. She knew that if she asked him to, he would pull away from her, and that would be the end of the attempt. But she so wanted every first to be tonight, their first night together. His fingers were between her thighs now, moving up and down, stopping to tease her clit, then back down…He had moved again, she had felt more of that magnificent cock slide into her. Now it was starting to become…interesting. She was certain that it had everything to do with the fact that he was keeping her aroused.

He gave one final push and nearly cried out. She was so damned tight it hurt. The heat was unbelievable. As her body adapted to his presence, she relaxed even more. He leaned forward slightly, put his hands on the bed beside her shoulders, and waited for her to be ready for the next step. "Are you okay?"

"Mmmhmm."

"You're sure?"

She looked up at him. "I'm sure."

Her eyes were full of confusion. "Babe?"

"Am I supposed to like it this much?"

He couldn't help but laugh at the question, and the blush that colored her cheeks. "If you don't like it, I don't want to do any more. It's not good for me if it's not good for you."

She sighed. "You say the sweetest things. The most perfect, sweetest things."

Sweat broke out on his shoulders and upper lip as he struggled to remain still. "Case, I'm gonna have to move."

"Move?"

"Yeah. Move."

"Do it," she whispered. "Please."

She had a way of shredding his control. Of making him feel like a wild man, a man untamed and out of control. God he loved it! He pulled out a tiny bit, pushed back in, carefully watching her face. Her eyes were closed, and there was a tiny smile that lifted the corners of her lips. What an amazing woman! He pulled out again, farther this time…pushed back into her. Again …and again…and again…and again…He looked down when he felt something against his groin. Her fingers were moving over that swollen little nub at the top of her folds.

Her hand was between her thighs before she realized what she was doing. She looked up at him from beneath her lashes. The look of lust on his face made her breath catch in her throat. She opened her eyes slowly.

"Make it good, babe," he whispered.

"Take me, Daniel, take me there," she begged again.

He groaned, grabbed her hips and began to thrust in and out of her, moving faster as the need built in him. The sound of her ragged breathing competed with the sound of the blood pounding in his ears. So damned tight and hot and goddamn it felt so freaking good!

It was certainly different than having him in her well…but oh it was nice! One hand was busy between her legs, the feelings familiar as she stroked herself, the other moved over his chest, tugging at his nipples as he continued to thrust into her.

He was lost in the amazing sensations he was deriving from her sweet body when the sound of a whimper filtered through to him. Before he could stop moving, afraid that he had hurt her, that whimper built up into a cry of completion. His mind let go, and he began to pound into her, the need to reach his own release driving him on. He threw back his head and cried out as he exploded inside her, pulsing again and again, so hard that he was certain she felt every spurt of his come coat her insides.

Her fingers never stopped moving as he began to thrust so hard and fast, taking her toward her second climax. When he cried out, she could feel how hard he was throbbing, and the sensations sent her over the edge. She cried out her second release just before he dropped down on top of her.

He shifted so that she could lower her legs, wrap them around his waist. Her arms were around his shoulders, holding him tightly. "Are you all right?"

"Just fine, thanks for asking," she replied playfully.

He grinned against her skin. Four times. He'd come four times tonight. He managed to find the strength to turn his head and check the time. Not quite two. No problem. They could sleep in. Nothing that had to be done before noon. He had every intention of having a ring on her finger before they returned to Colorado. She was his Destiny, and he wanted the men in the SGC to know that. And he wanted her to know that he was serious about loving her, wanting her in his life. He wanted forever from her…with her.

She held him, his weight a comforting burden. Gently rubbed his shoulders. He had to be totally exhausted by now.

Certain that he could withdraw from her without hurting her, he gently pulled away, rolled to his side. He needed to clean up, and would, just as soon as he could find the energy to get up. He watched as she slid to the side of the bed and stood up.

As soon as she put weight on her legs she could feel them begin to buckle, and sharp pain take hold of her in both tender places between her legs. She tried to hold back the gasp that filled her throat, didn't succeed.

"Oh, hell!" He was at her side in an instant, swept her off of her feet and carried her into the bathroom. He held her close as he turned on the tap in the bathtub, waited until the water was warm before sitting her into it. Watched as blood began to swirl around her legs. He flipped the lever to let the water out, grabbed both washcloths and took them to the sink. Getting each one as hot as he could stand it, he carried them to the tub, letting them drip on the floor, then pressed them between her legs. "I’m so sorry," he whispered.

"I'm not," she replied, her eyes dancing. "I was a virgin, Daniel. A little blood is to be expected. And considering you're built like a stallion, I should be a bit sore!"

He couldn't help but grin. "Stallion, huh?"

"Yep. Hey, give me credit, virgin or not, I tamed that anaconda of yours!"

She sat there, looking damned proud of herself. He cracked up. "Okay, which is it, stallion, or anaconda? And where did you ever get anaconda?"

"Haven't you ever watched Animal Planet? Anacondas are huge! Yep, I tamed that anaconda all right," she said smugly.

He was laughing harder. Laughter. Something that had been woefully missing from his life for so very long. "You tamed it, babe," he agreed. "For awhile, anyway."

She giggled. "Oh, be honest. I wore your sexy ass out!"

He roared with laughter. "You are such a wiseass!"

Casey turned the tap on, began to fill the tub again. "Yeah, I think you've mentioned that before. Didn't stop you from sampling it."

His side was beginning to hurt. "Scoot up, babe," he said, trying to catch his breath.

"I suppose you think you're getting in here with me?"

"Don't think it. Know it," he replied, stepping into the tub behind her. He sat down, his legs on either side of her, his arms around her waist.

The water was hot and felt wonderful against her tender flesh. She leaned back against his strong, broad chest. "A few candles, and this would be perfect," she murmured, closing her eyes.

"Yeah, that would be nice," he agreed.

"Daniel?"

"What?"

"Thank you."

He smiled. Pulled her closer. "That's my line."

"Hmm?"

"I should be thanking you."

"For what?"

"The most incredible night of love making a man could have," he replied.

She turned slightly so that she could look at him. "Most incredible?"

"Most incredible," he replied, kissing the tip of her nose.

With a smile, she settled back against him. "Most incredible," she whispered. "It was certainly the most incredible thing I've ever experienced," she admitted softly, laying her head back against his shoulder.

He nuzzled her cheek. "For me too, babe."

She tried to hold back the yawn that suddenly overtook her, didn't succeed.

"Who wore whom out?" he teased.

"Bite me. I didn't get much sleep last night." She squealed, then giggled, when he gently nipped at her shoulder.

"Let's get cleaned up," he said softly.

She took one of the washcloths, unwrapped the little bar of soap that waited in the soap dish, and rubbed until the lather was rich and full. She carefully turned around, began to gently wash his shoulders, his arms, his chest.

He leaned his head back against the wall, closed his eyes, her gentle touch lulling him to sleep. He was barely aware of the fact that she had lifted his legs out of the water, one at a time, to wash them. Felt her move the cloth over his hips, carefully clean between his legs.

With a smile at the man who was beginning to snore softly, she bathed herself, let the water out of the tub and refilled it, rinsing both of them carefully. "Daniel?"

"Hmm?"

"Wake up. You have to stand up so I can dry you."

He opened one eye. "I wasn't asleep."

She giggled. "Tell that to the people in the next room. You were snoring."

"I don't snore."

"Wanna bet?"

He grinned. He was well aware that he snored when he was overtired. Which obviously he was. Hell, he should be tired…he'd come four times tonight! He stood to his feet, grabbed the towels. He quickly dried himself, then helped her dry that slender sexy body. Despite her protests, he knew she was sore. He scooped her into his arms and carried her back to the bed.

"Oh, hell," she hissed, her cheeks burning. In the middle of the bed, where they had lain making love, was a very large wet spot. Tinged with blood.

He glanced at her, could see how embarrassed she was. "Get used to it. There'll be a permanent wet spot in our bed."

"Charming," she replied dryly. "Let me clean it up-"

"Maid service can do it tomorrow."

"How utterly embarrassing," she said, blushing brighter.

"I'll bet it happens quite often. I don't care, I like how that wet spot got there. I'll grab a towel to put over it for now," he said, depositing her on the edge of the bed.

She watched him walk into the bathroom. Did he have any idea how damned gorgeous he was? There wasn't a Greek god in existence - in the past, now, or ever - who could compare to him. She smiled when he winked at her on his way back to the bed.

He covered the spot with the towel, settled down on the bed. Held his hand out. "C'mere, babe. Let's get some sleep."

She pulled the blankets up as she moved toward him. Snuggled as close to his side as she could get, put her head on his shoulder.

The two of them were asleep within seconds. The protective walls each had built...trying to keep bruised, fragile hearts from shattering completely...lay in dust. Two souls recognized, comforted one another. Two hearts beat gently with contentment. Peace. Happiness. Love. Two bodies lie entwined in blissful sleep.

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