"Fine," Sherisse replied. "Then let's skip the talking part."
With that she undid the belt that held flashlight, knife and the pouch for the now smashed communicator. The Vulcan looked at her, unbelieving, almost scared. It lasted for only a few seconds, then whatever had possessed him to kiss her minutes before was back. It occurred to her that she didn't even know his name. She had heard it on the news but couldn't remember it. Which was probably just as well - there had been a few one-night stands that she didn't even care to remember afterwards.
He seemed to like her suggestion for he was not wasting any more words. Grabbing her waist with both hands, he searched her face for a reaction - at least for a split second. Then she found herself tightly pressed against him, as he began hungrily kissing her face and neck.
He was actually quite good: firm strong kisses with the occasional pause to suck on a particular sensitive part of her neck. She was going to have marks after this and it made her smile. Wrapping her arms around him Sherisse just enjoyed the sensation. He switched to using one arm to grind their lower bodies together, while the other one moved to her shirt. Half ripping and half attempting to undo the buttons, her shirt was quickly open.
His mouth moved to her exposed shoulder while he tucked her shirt further down. He was less than gentle about it. He even bit her shoulder without reacting at all to her yelping with pain and surprise. Instinctively, she pulled away which in return only caused him to twirl her against the wall. Somehow in between he had pulled the shirt so far down that now her arms were trapped behind her back inside her sleeves.
She would have been able to free herself but she enjoyed being trapped between him and the wall far too much. His mouth came up to her throat, placing hot kisses against her cool skin. It was not just her imagination, he was a lot warmer than she was. Sherisse moaned, which seemed only to increase his aggression.
He tugged on her pants and the zip gave up, then her pants went down, his mouth on her belly. Another series of moans escaped her and it vaguely occurred to her that he was still fully clothed. Throwing off the shirt, she decided to do something about it.
He was too busy removing her underwear for her to get him out of his robes but she loosened them up to get to skin. Her bra had lost the fight, and herpanties were on top of her pants that were stuck with her hiking boots. She took a moment to force her feet out of them. Once she was done, he helpfully lifted her up. It seemed almost impossible for him to let go of her. His hands were everywhere; she had gotten two more bites and several delightful raw spots on her body already.
Together they managed to get rid of the robes, which still left the underwear but she already liked what she felt. He was already hard, the thin fabric of his undergarments did little to obstruct that. Grinding against his erection, he let out a groan. Sherisse liked the sound of it. As she wanted to hear more, her hands moved further down from his chest. Only she never made it all the way in that direction. He had decided on his own course of actions. Forcing her to the floor, she only kept thinking about how surprisingly familiar all of this was. At any rate, she was past the point where fully formed thoughts were possible.
They lost contact for a few seconds before she could feel him on her, pressing against her butt with a sizeable bulge. It suddenly raised the question of whether Vulcans were also into anal. His movements showed he wasn't intend upon it, which relieved her as he clearly was not in a state of mind that allowed for any kind of preparation. Had she not been so incredibly turned on already, she might have been worried at this moment. Instead, she moved her hips to make it easier for him. With one hand on her chest taking a possessive hold on her breast, the other hand moved between her legs.
Feeling the way, he pressed against her wet entrance. They both groaned, with his sounding a lot more satisfied, as he roughly entered her. There was no regard for her in his actions. The pain that shot through her was almost as bad during her first clumsy attempt on the back-seat of her first boyfriend's car. Only now her yelling fell on deaf, pointy ears.
It spurred him on, almost as if to prove his point about her being in danger. He immediately started to pound into her, going faster than she had imagined possible. Then again, he was an alien - stupid to expect that just because he looked like an older man, he had an old man's stamina.
Sherisse paid for that faulty assumption, only she was loving every second of it. Her own moans were somewhere between intense pleasure and sweet pain. While leaving bruises inside and outside of her body, she still wouldn't agree that she was too fragile. Maybe a bit too tight and too unprepared but she adapted and enjoyed being so full again and again. Her knees began to weaken as he continued to take her with deep, forceful thrusts. She was actually glad, he neither bothered to stimulate her further or give her a chance to do it herself. It would not take much to send her over the edge. Her clit felt tense and ached but she feared it might be too much.
With a final thrust, she felt him come. His hands dug so deep in her hips, she knew she was going to get more bruises. Sherisse took a deep breath and savoured the moment. He pulled back from her, his own breathing still heavy and laboured. As he released her hips, she turned to her side, panting heavily.
"See? I'm still in one piece."
Her smile was neither returned or even acknowledged. There was still this hazed lust in his eyes. When she looked down, Sherisse saw that he was still hard. She swallowed, wondering how much sex this guy would need to get better. There was obviously no argument to be had, whatever power of mind he had had before that held him back was gone. There was just pure savage lust.
As she was never big on pillow talk, she just leaned back, propped herself on one elbow and winked at him with her free hand. He understood perfectly, she was surprised he needed any encouragement. Looming on top of her, he claimed her mouth once more and she took the opportunity to tease him with her tongue. He responded in kind before beginning to suck on hers. Part of her felt like she wasn't getting enough air but she still wrapped her arms tightly around his shoulders, not willing to let go.
Her small breast was rubbing against his chest, her nipples had been hard for minutes and were in desperate need of attention. At the same time she was also busy grinding herself against his ongoing erection. Her head became light and finally he broke the intense kiss, giving her back her tongue and more air. She panted heavily, taking in as much as possible.
The second time he needed little guidance. The initial sharper pain wasn't there, despite the less than gentle invasion. She felt a bit sore already, despite having being wet and turned on. This time around he was going for shorter faster movements while being hunched over her in a position that wasn't easy to accomplish - even for a young, more acrobatic man. Somehow he managed to suck on her left nipple and still shove his dick inside her with a constant mind-blowing rhythm. The noises he made while going at her, were almost intoxicating.
Her body was aching pleasantly with his strong hands going over her body, occasionally teasing the already bruised spots. She eventually managed to remove his mouth long enough to get some attention for her other neglected nipple. There was this delightful dull pulse going through it that made Sherisse to go for it all. After all she doubted that her body would actually shatter into a thousand pieces no matter how awesome an orgasm might be.
It took her a moment to find a rhythm to rub herself against him to match his movements. When she found it, her hips swayed from the ground up, never quite going down again. It was almost unreal how fast she reached that point moments before actually coming. Then she gave into it. The scream that broke from her lips lasted only a second as the sheer force of her orgasm knocked the air out of her lungs, leaving her gasping for air. As if that had not been enough, his hands dug into her butt forcing her to continue with her movements. It was pure bliss as she came again, again and then one more time. She might have even miscounted. The joy of a multiple orgasm was not exactly news to her but never like that.
With that last one, it seemed he was done as well. At least he stopped and when he broke contact she saw that he was finally spent - sort of. He lay down beside her, a possessive look on his face, with his arm draped over her waist. But he seemed a bit less overcome by whatever strange passion had possessed him.
"Are you going to be okay, now?"
Shaking his head, he said, "Not yet."
Somehow that answer pained him. Wondering how long his refractory period was, she did her best just to enjoy the afterglow. And she was glowing.