Temptations
Chapter 6 : Truffle
October, 2268
The weekly poker game was breaking up. This week Uhura had been the big winner. She laughed as she swept her winnings from the table into her goodie bag. He watched carefully. There were several interesting items there, one in particular drawing his attention. The smell had been tantalizing him ever since it had been put on the table.
Uhura rose, and sauntered from the room, her round bottom swaying. Beside him, Jim and Bones made quiet comments. "How come a gorgeous woman like that can skunk all of us at poker?"
Without turning his head from the fast disappearing sight of her lovely bottom, he answered. "Perhaps if you paid less attention to her body, and more to the game, she would not 'skunk' you."
Jim muttered something which he probably thought Spock could not hear, to the effect that 'that damn Vulcan wouldn't know what to do with that lovely lady if he fell over her.' The noise that Bones made might have been interpreted as a cough - if one did not know better.
He allowed them to precede him out of the room, following just far enough behind them that when he turned in another direction, they did not notice. He could hear her so plainly, in the back of his mind, telling him to come quickly to see what she had for him. The memory of the tantalizing smell carried him on his way swiftly.
When he entered her quarters, the lights were already dim, and her clothing lay strewn haphazardly, where it had fallen when she had removed it. He disrobed quickly, folding his clothing neatly in one of the chairs at the table where her goodie bag lay. His boots sat guard beside them. A few paces, and he was looking at her bed, where she was reclining against the pillows, her body gleaming in the dim light. And on her palm lay that item with the tantalizing smell.
"Come and have a bite."
He needed no further invitation. He was on the bed, and over her body quickly. She rewarded him with a bite of the chocolate confection, but would not let him have the whole thing.
"Share, Spock! This is too much for you. I get some of it." She grinned at him, nibbling on it. She let him have another bite, and he savored the soft, smooth feel of it, the sudden flood of sensation as it dissolved on his tongue, flooding his mouth with the chemicals that made everything so loose.
When it was all gone, he sucked her fingers to removed any last traces, and then he invaded her mouth, sucking her tongue and teeth, until there was nothing left at all but the wonderful sensation of floating, surrounded by her scent, and the feel of her body, the sound of her soft moans as he touched and tasted.
The soft light caressed her body, and he trailed his fingertips over the peaks and valleys, caressing, gentle, soft. His lips followed where his fingers had led the way, sucking gently against her skin, pulling her into his mouth, his tongue lapping gently here, sucking softly there. She sighed and moaned against him, the scent of her arousal rising all about him, intoxicating.
He murmured against her skin, telling her in soft words how he felt about her, what she meant to him, and she ran her hands through his hair, over his ears, calling him her love. He felt so full, so wonderful, with her all around him, filling his mind, his soul with her delight, her love. They moved together, there on that bed, as though there was nothing else in the world. And for that night, there was not.
When she bowed up beneath him, hands clutching, sobbing at him, he filled her with his heat, sharing her ecstasy, her joy overflowing. When the light faded, he rolled them over, cradling her above him, her head pillowed on his shoulder. They lay there, her breath soft against his neck, whispering words of love softly to each other until the need came upon them again, and she rose over him, rocking her body against his, crying out at him as he caressed her breasts and watched her face and her ecstasy flowed over her. He thrust up hard into her body then, emptying himself, shaking with the power of it.
And then they slept, wound about each other, treasuring. She was his, and he was hers, and it was all that mattered.