"Nyota, are you ill?".
"Hmm? What do you mean?". Her voice conveys a taunting tone.
The pair lay there, his bare back turned to her; her body, in turn, overlooking his back. As per the usual, they are both adorned in their undergarments. They had long since partaken in their evening meal, completed their ablutions, and are now relaxed within the soft confines of the bed. In truth, though, he is the more settled one of the pair; she, on the other hand, is quite restless, her body flush and clammy. He can feel the heat radiating from her slender figure, hence his inquiry.
"I can sense that your body temperature has arisen by several degrees. Have you developed a fever?".
"No...". Her intonation is sultrier now, as she discreetly peels off her bra. "What do you feel now?".
"Your fingertips are ascending along the centre of my back.".
"Good...and now?". She shifts her body close to his.
"You have removed your bra and are currently pressing your disrobed bosom against the upper portion of my back.".
"Ummhumm...what about now?". She can hear a sharp pant leave his lips as she strokes his ear.
"Your fingertips are lightly moving along the rim of my left ear.".
"...now?". Another gasp emerges as she pinches the ear's pointed tip.
"The tips of your thumb and index finger are...compressing the tapered peak of the same ear.".
"Very good...", she utters, hot breath blowing at his ear. "Last one...what am I doing now?". Her hand leaves his ear to glide down along his chest, burrowing into his trunks.
"You are...trying to provoke further arousal from me by...manipulating my lok.".
"And...is it working?".
"Indeed.". He rotates his body, his dark eyes beaming into hers.
"What would be our next course of action, Spock?". The words continue to leave her mouth in a sensuous tone.
"Logic dictates that we should copulate. That is, of course, what you want, is it not?".
She nearly giggles at his utterance of those words, the tone he had utilised; he may have almost made a joke, or at least attempted one. "I thought you'd never ask.". The air of her voice is husky with passion.
Upon removing his shorts and her now sodden panties, he proceeds to clamber over her, to which she halts him, her palm at his face.
"I want to be on top this time.", she whispers.
"Very well...as you wish.".
Once he is comfortably placed onto his back, she bestrides him like a valued steed...and what a magnificent steed he is. She takes a few moments to laud him: she marvels at his clean, pale skin; his elongated, well-toned physique; his ears, with their glorious curvature and pointed tips; his cocoa eyes. It would be rather wasteful for her to refuse her urges, not with this pleasing figure situated beneath her.
With his spectacularly firm lok securely nestled inside her, she begins to ride him, her motions steady and fluid. Her upper half angles toward him, her lips toying with his, all of their fingers weaving together. Freeing one hand, she again plays with an ear, rolling its tip with her fingers, his opposing hand gripping her undulating hip. Her fingertips continue to fiddle with his ear, as her tongue intertwines with his, tasting him, her teeth tapping his. This does not bother her, nor him, as the ivories continue their whimsical dance in a sea of fleshy tongues and rich saliva.
Her tongue leaving his mouth, her head pulls away, and she gnaws at his neck and chest, her teeth and her tongue sampling his flesh. Still, her fingers toy with his ear, squeezing and caressing and pinching, his inhales heavier from the titillation. Her breathing, too, has hastened, as her hand leaves his ear and her torso is positioned upright once more. Taking the opportune moment, as her hand is no longer grasping his, a lengthy arm extends, and he cups her bosom, caressing and fondling the supple flesh, clinching the nipple. A tiny shrill emanates from her throat with this sensation, and she begins to moan. Her breaths quicken with her movements, his fingers continue their teasing, his other hand digging further into her jerking hip.
As her riding accelerates to more vigorous thumps, her nude bosom jumps and jiggles with every bounce of her hips. She moans again, her movements wilder and faster, her thighs beginning to ache. Yet, she powers on, chomping her lip as she senses their joint peak cumulating. Finally, everything coalesces, their climax is reached in warm gushes, her flesh brimming with perspiration. She lets out a deep, satisfied moan, sighing and grinning as her hips cease, his hand leaving her saturated bosom. Alighting from his settling organ, she enfolds her body with his, her hand placed upon his chest.
"I assume your carnal urges have been fulfilled, until their next inevitable occurrence?".
A wide grin shapes her lips.
"Indubitably.".
Soon, her body relaxes, her eyelids start to hang, and she sinks into contented slumber.
THE END