In Command
Chapter 21 : Private Time
November 2284
He came through the door and immediately noticed that the lights were not on in the living room. Perhaps Nyota was napping? But there she was, in the doorway at the end of the short hallway, waiting. What was it that she was wearing? A short silk kimono, like the ones she always had on the Enterprise. And her feet were bare, and he had a very strong feeling that beneath the kimono she was bare.
His feet carried him toward her almost without his even thinking about it. One hand, held out, stopped him. She stood there, almost within reach, and looked at him, her eyes dark and sultry, and opened the bond just enough that he could feel the need, the want, simmering there. And he had thought she had shut down their link because she was involved in some intricate problem. This was a problem of another kind altogether.
She turned, slowly, looking back over her shoulder at him, and walked the short distance to the doorway to their room. And then she beckoned, and disappeared and he followed, completely under her spell. He stood in the doorway to their room, taking in what awaited. The only light was that of the candles flickering on the small chests on either side of the bed. The scent of incense floated on the air, pleasing, relaxing, arousing. She knelt in the middle of the bed, waiting.
He stepped into the room, going directly to the closet, where he removed his clothing as he would on any other day, hanging neatly those things which could be worn again, putting the remainder into the laundry container, setting his boots neatly in the vacant spot against the back of the closet wall. When he turned to face her again, his arousal was obvious, and she made a small sound, both of approval, and of appreciation.
He crossed the room slowly, and she stroked the bed with one hand, indicating where she wanted him. He lay down, body straight, arms beside him, and she reached over and touched his lips. He opened his mouth and she laid something on his tongue, her fingers caressing his lips. He savored the flavor of dark chocolate, deep and aromatic. The small square of chocolate slowly melted on his tongue, flooding his mouth with its seductive scent and flavor. Slowly he sucked it down, making it last as long as possible.
He lay still, letting the chocolate sing through his system, while she knelt quietly beside him, hardly moving at all, her hands folded on her thighs. He closed his eyes at the slight sense of disorientation the chocolate caused, feeling himself loosen, feeling his arousal grow. And then, before he could open his eyes again, she began to touch him. Soft, gentle touches. Lightly stroking her fingertips on his skin. He let everything else fall away and focused completely on the sensation of being touched. His head tipped backwards, just slightly, his body arching toward her hand, soft sounds falling from his throat, entirely unaware.
Above him, she smiled happily, and continued with her plan, keeping her body out of his reach, moving her hands gently over his body, knowing from long familiarity where to touch, and how. He moved languidly beneath her gentle administration, turning himself slowly to present those areas she touched, sighing at the feel of her fingertips upon his skin, at the feelings that ran out of her into him through those slight touches. Her fingers trailed through the thick black hair on his chest, lingering over his nipples, leaving them taut and pebbled, olive green from the increased blood flow. When her fingers left them, he moaned, softly, and she sighed.
Her fingers strayed down the length of one well-muscled arm, gently caressing the sensitive flesh in the pit of his elbow, moving on down to stroke his wrist. He splayed his hand out, opening it to her advances, making small huffing sounds in anticipation. Gently she moved her fingers over his palm, tracing the lines there, while he shivered, keeping his body flat and still with great effort. And then she traced each finger, lingering gently over the sensitive tips, flooding him with sensation. He groaned, and his lok began to twitch, a drop of lubricant shining on the tip.
When her hand lifted from his, he lifted the other mutely to her, offering it for her ministrations. She took it in one hand, holding it captive, although he made no effort to remove it, wanting instead to keep it there. With the other hand, she began to tease him, touching lightly here and there, until he moaned at her, shaking. And then she bent, and took his fingertips into her mouth, laving them gently with her tongue, sucking on them, until he began to growl at her, his lok jerking and twitching against his flat abdomen.
She laid his hand back down on the bed, and bent over him now, her lips brushing against his. He pressed against her, deepening the kiss, his tongue running over the seam of her lips, demanding entry. She opened to him, allowing him in, welcoming him, and the kiss grew even deeper, until they broke apart, breathing hard. He opened his eyes, then, and smoldering they locked on hers. She did not look away, not for one moment.
His hands moved now, reaching out to untie the silken sash and draw it apart, reaching to her shoulders to draw the fabric of the kimono down and away from her body, baring her to his gaze, to his touch. When his fingers found her flesh, caressing, she moaned softly, and then he was pulling her down to him, his mouth once again on hers, his hands molding her body close to his, touching, sliding over her skin, eager to be everywhere at once. He cupped her full breasts in his hands, fingers pulling at her nipples, making them hard and sending ripples of ecstasy arcing through her body, causing her to moan and shiver against him. His hands slid down, caressing her ribcage, circling her waist, resting against her hips. She slid one knee across his body, kneeling over him now, her hands on his shoulders, her nipples grazing his chest, her molten core hovering over his throbbing lok.
One hand went between her legs, through the wet curls, teasing, touching, caressing, while she moaned and moved uncontrollably, pushing herself against his hand until he lifted her and positioned himself so that she sank down upon him, encasing his lok within her soft wet core, both of them groaning aloud from the pleasure it caused. When he was fully encased within her, his hand went back to her hip, holding her in place, and she began to move.
Slowly at first, and then faster, she moved against him, rising and falling, causing friction that caused such incredible pleasure, gripping his shoulders tightly, vocalizing her feelings, her eyes closed now, her body shaking slightly as she neared her peak. He surged up beneath her, meeting her downward thrust, filling her body, relishing the feel of her muscles, clasping him, tightening, bringing him closer. He growled at her, warning, and she shuddered over him, and one, two, three more surges and she was crying out, her body arching, shaking, her muscles convulsing about him, his lok jerking and spasming, sending out jets of hot semen into her waiting body while the ecstasy shone all about them.
When the convulsions had died down to occasional seizures, and breathing had gone from gasping to heavy panting, he carefully pulled her down, onto his body, and wrapped his arms about her, holding her close to him as the ecstasy slowly died away. "I do not know what I did to warrant such a gift, but I do thank you for it." His words were like warm honey, running through her entire body, and she sighed and settled down, completely relaxed, not saying another word before falling asleep.