Disrobed bodies entwined in an embrace of wanton passion, with all the animations of love being made, her slender hands soon glide down a lengthy back. Unhurriedly they move, relishing the feel of his skin as further down they slide. Until, that is, her fingertips meet an unusual sensation, one that she had not previously encountered. A bulge - nay, two bulges - on either side of his torso, placed near the lower portion of his back. Soft is the texture of these mounds, like the dough of newly-formed bread. Curious are those same fingers which now toy with them, delicately fondling at the fleshy protrusions. Of course, his eyes and his senses take much notice of her stroking, wholly aware of what it is that she is now handling.

And yes, he allows her fingers several moments to explore this new discovery.

"What are these?", at last, the inquiry breaks forth from her breathy voice.

"They are chenesi, the Vulcan equivalent of, and involving the same function as, the human testes."

"You already have those."

"Yes. Having human and Vulcan heritage, it is only natural that I would possess characteristics of both species."

"Fascinating.", her murmur is a near perfect mirror of the tone with which he utilises when uttering that very word. A word he so often uses; his reply, of course, is an uplifting of a lone brow.

"Indeed."

"I wonder why I haven't noticed them before."

"That is, perhaps, due to the fact that they are typically concealed, and become engorged in times of arousal."

"Or sexual activity."

"Precisely."

"Huh...". She takes a few moments, contemplating the information now occupying her mind, afresh and intriguing.

All the while, her deft and petite fingers continue their fondling of the chenesi. And, from such toying, his eyelids begin to flutter and his eyes roll with the sensation.

"I wonder...", she resumes, "Like the human equivalent, one might assume that these chenesi would be rather sensitive and prone to external stimuli." A grin, foxy and salacious, appears upon her lips, as her toying soon intensifies.

Speech, it seems, has begun to fail him, so titillated is he from her fondling, despite his need to make even a small utterance. Her eyes observe him, his entire form seemingly overcome with a bellowing arousal.

"I'll take that as a 'yes'."

Something else, it seems, has also begun to escalate, deep within him. So much, surely, that he has at last mustered the will to speak.

"...I believe...I am about to..."

Alas, too late is his warning, and the entirety of his figure trembles atop her, hips now halted and lok still housed within her. A sigh from him, a moan of pleasure's peak, and a grin from her, as the cause of it all. And yet, lowered is his head, as if disconcerted at his apparently early arrival.

"Forgive me...I may have - "

"Climaxed a little early?"

Further down does his head tilt, and eyes dare not meet hers. Sympathetic is the smile she gifts him, and soon to embrace his face is a lone hand.

"You're embarrassed."

"Vulcans do not become embarrassed."

"Right...". She elongates the word, in both mild sarcasm and tender understanding. "...and pigs fly."

And, yet another rise of a single eyebrow with a quizzical face. So, her speech presses on.

"You came earlier than you were anticipating, so what? It's natural."

"You are not angered."

"No... why would I be? It happens to everyone at some stage. Besides, I've just discovered something new about your body, Spock...something I plan to milk for everything it's got.". Upon sighting his expressed bewilderment, she alters her phrasing. "I'll utilise this method as much as I can, starting when next we make love."

Now relaxing his figure, as he had allowed himself after the final words' utterance, a tiny smirk soon forms whilst gazing into her eyes. Perhaps, he had indeed become embarrassed, yet not professing it at all to himself, even. There they remain, still and silent, conveying only with the eyes a new mutual empathy. In all but a few moments, it passes and she speaks once more.

"Now, I believe it's your turn to bring me to my climax." A soft peck upon his lips she gives, and a caress of a slim hand onto his cheek.

"Very well, Nyota."

Whilst he settles his head into an optimal position, enclosed by her slender thighs, yet another grin she makes. With regard to his own body, her lover had, on this night, unintentionally confirmed to her an ages-old Earth idiom.

You learn something new everyday. Indeed.

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