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You've been patient; you've been kind. Now here it is – Sara and Khan and sex.
M for more vibrant language, more mature themes, and sexually mature scenes. I don't own Star Trek, more's the pity. Only my original characters and plot line.
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Ch 11 – Kissing
Stepping closer to her, Khan brought his free hand up to Sara's face tilting it up slightly. His other hand was still entwined with hers. Tentatively bringing down his lips, Khan marveled at Sara's trust in him. She had gone through so much – a bad divorce, almost being raped; and here she was trusting Khan in the most intimate of ways.
When Sara found him in the warehouse and touched his lips for the first time, they were cold and pliant. Now, they were soft and tender tasting and shifting position trying to find new angles to explore her from. This seemed to go on forever as they took slight gasping breaths between kisses. Then, Khan flicked his tongue out gently onto Sara's lips asking of entrance. Tingles engulfed her spine at his touch. Opening her mouth generously to allow him entry, Sara moaned softly as Khan's tongue slowly devoured her.
Sara had thought about Khan's lips since she'd done CPR. Those beautifully full lips that just begged to be kissed. When Khan was savage, they'd straighten in cruelty. But now, they curved in softness their only goal being to seek and give pleasure.
Reluctantly removing his lips from Sara, Khan spoke in a haggard breath, "I find that I want to kiss more of you. Shall I continue?"
"Yes, Khan. Yes, please." Sara leaned into him – her hands now roaming the muscular expanse of his back.
He held her wrists stopping her movements making her focus again on his eyes which were deepening in their blue.
"If we make love, Sara, (and this will be making love – not a fuck), you must realize that you can never be with anybody else. I am a man who does not share."
"I understand." Sara said obediently, then a wild spark came to her eye. "But, the same goes for you, too, Mr. Superior."
Khan pulled back a little to look at her. He saw the same rage in her eyes as when she beat up the waitress.
Her own voice darkened. "Do you really think I almost killed a woman because of name calling? No. She dared to touch you. And, if we had had this understanding before, I'd have walked into that toilet and ripped her off your cock before you barely had the chance to stick it in her. Then I would have killed her right before your eyes - very painfully, very slowly."
"Oh, Sara." Khan closed his eyes – imagining the scene Sara had painted for him. "Why did you not stop us?" leaning closer to Sara's lips as he spoke.
"We didn't have this understanding."
Their lips touched again. This time Sara took control mapping the texture and taste of Khan's lips as she went. Reaching for the bottom of his shirt, Sara yanked it over his head. She cursed the material that hid the chiseled beauty of the man in front of her. His collar and neck bones majestically set the scene for the prominence of his muscled chest.
She thought to herself, 'Jesus Christ, you're beautiful.'
Sara sensed him smirking at her admiration of him. All she wanted to do now was to dig her hands, nails, and teeth into his chest. However, she held back and simply used one finger to poke at his chest as she spoke.
"But, this doesn't mean that you can just fuck any bitch in heat and expect me to stop you, only for you to get off on it."
"Does it not?" Khan leaned in to kiss her again.
Sara stopped him looking him straight into his eyes. "If you ever do that to me again, I will leave you."
At that Khan's eyes turned from a relaxed blue found at sea to pure iced fired that had to have been present at the forming of the universe. His hand shot to her throat.
His voice hissed into her ear, "If you ever leave me, I will find you. Then I will do things to you that will make you yearn for a death as easy as one I gave to our three ash piles down the road."
Sara waited till he released her neck. "If you don't stray, there will be no reason for me to leave."
"As long as we understand each other."
"Agreed."
His tone changed back to being softer, more seductive. "Then I can promise that you will orgasm before I even look at your vagina or clitoris."
"You don't know how tall an order that is." Sara whispered more to herself than to Khan.
But Khan heard her and purred, "Are you giving me a challenge, Sara?"
Sara barely had time to shudder before Khan kissed her again. This time Khan's kiss was not sweet nor tender but rather rough and demanding. But she met his ferocity with that of her own so Khan felt that this was her sign of accepting his actions.
Khan fought every urge he had to rip Sara's clothes off. She only wore her tank top and shorts that she slept in and it would be so easy just to tear the thin material right off her body.
However, he was mindful of yesterday's ordeal and the danger of triggering her fear. Instead, he fingered the thin straps of her shirt and kept eye contact as he did so. He willed himself to calm down to make this so slow and sweet that Sara would never dream of leaving him.
Leaning down to her right shoulder, Khan slid down the strap - his kisses following close behind it. First one strap and then the other fell to Khan's powerfully thin fingers. Then he pulled the shirt over her head dropping it unceremoniously to the floor.
He gazed at her breasts memorizing the shape and lift of them before whispering in her ear, "Tell me what you want, Sara."
"Khan . . . please . . . kiss them, touch them, suck them."
Grinning, Khan made no move to comply. "Define 'them', my dear."
She glared at him, "Oh, you are a right bastard."
"So I have been told . . . repeatedly."
"My breasts, Khan. Please."
"Gladly."
But Khan didn't zero in straight away. He started kissing down her throat lingering on one spot for longer than any other. She knew what he was doing.
"That's going to leave a hickey. How old are you, 17?"
"You are lucky I choose to leave only one sign that you belong to me."
After leaving her neck, Khan kissed down her breast bone. Then lifting one breast, he continued his kisses around the underside where breast met body. Only after he'd finished the other side, did he give attention to her nipples. Licking first before mouthing them, Khan received a satisfied, "Ahhhhh!" from Sara. He repeated that on the second one before returning to the first one for sucking and ultimately light biting.
Sara's legs gave way then and Khan reverently placed her on the bed before giving the second breast the same treatment. Resuming his actions, Khan wrapped his lips around Sara's nipple and greedily sucked on it, Sara felt pleasure build up between her legs. She'd never felt anything as exquisite as his lips on her. But when he changed to biting, Sara bucked and rode out her orgasm holding onto Khan - needing him to stabilize her.
Khan leaned into Sara. When she came back to herself, she was stunned. It took her a moment to realize that his hardness was saluting her outer thigh. Rolling on top of him, Sara quickly rid Khan of his tight trousers. She was as angry at his trousers as she was his shirt. Starting at his knees, Khan's powerful thigh muscles were well developed. Sara followed their path up his leg ending under his thigh hugging shorts. She slowly pulled the shorts down deliberately teasing Khan and herself as she went. Once they were finally gone, Khan's penis rose like a beautiful spire out of the hedgerows. Khan returned the favour by ripping her shorts away from her waist.
Sara couldn't hold herself back any longer. In one smooth movement, she took Khan's length in her mouth the tip of it ending up hitting the back of her throat. To her surprise, something calmed and prevented her gag reflex.
Khan's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt Sara's lips on him. He had a revelation that simply Sara's mouth, tongue, and throat were giving him more pleasure that the waitress's entire sex had done. If it had been up to him, Khan would have come from that alone. But, Sara stopped and mischievously smiled at her sociopath.
His eyes grilled into her half questioning – half enraged.
She smiled – none too sweetly. "The only way you're coming is going to be when you are inside my core."
With that Sara pushed Khan to lie back on the bed. Straddling him easily, Sara slid down on him the only lubrication needed had already been provided from her first orgasm.
Both Sara and Khan cried out in unison. For all her bravado, once Sara was impaled on Khan, she didn't have the energy to move. Nor did Khan as all he could do was record in his mind the immense throbbing pleasure from simply being seated inside Sara. How long they stayed connected, neither one could tell. Finally, Khan pushed his hips upward causing Sara to lean forward having to catch herself by extending her arms out to touch his chest – scratching him with her nails as she did so.
Taking his time, Sara experienced the sweetly slow rhythm of his broad cock filling her. Once she felt she could no longer take it, Khan would change his angle and start building up sensations again. Then Khan did something completely unexpected. Sitting up, Khan wrapped Sara's legs around his waist before standing up and ramming her right up against the bathroom door. He had been languid and slow - now was time for hard and fast.
Sara was speechless trying to catch her breath; Khan growled out, "My name – scream my name!"
Even had she wanted to, there was no escape from him. Khan's long, thick cock pumping into her over and over set everything on fire. At last her head fell back and Sara screamed, "Khaaaaaaan!" at the top of her voice and with all the power her lungs had left.
Khan roared out his own orgasm seconds after and took them back to the bed before his legs collapsed. This time he was on top still thrusting out the last remnants of his cum.
"Sara. My Sara." Khan whispered over and over as he covered her face with kisses. Then he found tears coming from her eyes. "Have I hurt you?"
She shook her head not trusting herself to speak. She simply stroked his face. Taking a deep breath, she finally answered. "I haven't felt that in a long time – not since before . . . the vaccine . . . after that I . . . " Sara found that she could not finish her sentence.
He looked down into her dark eyes filled with moisture and stroked her hair. "Have I not told you, my Sara? I am better – at everything."
"No, Khan. You don't understand."
May I suggest that everyone sees the Khan shower scene posted on YouTube. Apparently it was cut from the film, but shown to try to off shoot the controversy about the Carol Marcus underwear scene when Abrams was on a talk show. I must admit that it was an inspiration for me for this chapter.
Please forgive my two references to the movie: 1) It's sex so what else is she gonna scream out but his name? 2) 'I am better' - this is Khan so of course he's gonna think that he's better at sex than lesser human males. Anyway, they may be corny, but I have put thought in to using them.
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