Chapter Twenty-five
Several days later—
He carried her over the threshold of 'their' quarters and "set" her down. It had been a long week holding her, yet not touching her. He didn't know what he had been thinking before she had been taken by the overseers as he thought back to that fateful day. They had been en route to his quarters to consummate their relationship. He could remember the base, curious heat that she experienced as his mind opened to hers. Both had been overcome by their passion for one another.
They had taken her then, and in the process, tore his soul from him.
She was with him now, real and warm, not a vision of cool mist. When Hoshi awoke from her slumber, the warmth of her ardor engulfed him. He had been so consumed with reclaiming her and protecting her from the monsters that pursued her, that he had given little thought to the guilt and relief he felt over not taking her innocence. But that was about to change now.
A long difficult week of sensing her in his mind -- loving him -- questioning him -- unknowingly seducing him with her essence, was about to be realized.
All the well wishers at their reception had toasted to their happiness. Captain Archer had even arranged for a larger bunk to be installed in Malcolm's quarters. He had to admit that he was somewhat relieved to have a little more room to spread out. Not that he minded spooning next to her, soaking in her scent and being so close to her bum, but he was only a man and did require some amount of sleep.
There had been one night were she had actually managed to push him off the bunk, but he was so tired that he simply slept on the floor.
She giggled, twirling in the center of their quarters, bringing him back to the present and his beautiful bride, her modest white dress twirling around her calves. She had long ago taken her shoes off, complaining about the pinching of her toes. She fell to the ground, tipsy from the glass of champagne she had consumed.
His smiled devastated her as he closed the short distance between them, bending down and picking her up. He, too, was tipsy.
"I love you," the whisper escaped through her labored breathing.
He knelt in front of her, his crisp dress uniform bending along his frame. "Luv, we've got to get you out of that dress."
She yanked on the attached lace veil, tossing it haphazardly as she got it free and purred single-mindedly, "I couldn't agree more. It's about time we do the horizontal rumba."
He chuckled, wondering where she had heard such a term.
A fit of giggles erupted from her as she attempted to remove her dress. An old earth song played in her mind and she doubled over laughing at the connotations.
Malcolm laughed a little harder, and started to undo the zipper at the back of her dress.
As the expanse of her bare back greeted him, he felt the desire he had held at bay for the last week for her stir. He leaned forward and kissed the skin of her back along her shoulder blades.
Her breath caught in the back of her throat as his desire flooded her mind, mingling with hers. She could feel the satin cloth of her dress sliding off her shoulders and down her arms as Malcolm's hands coaxed it from her body. The cool air touched her breasts as the bodice released them, and she shuddered, closing her eyes and reaching her arms toward Malcolm.
Her fingers meandered through his hair as he kissed her shoulder, biting her at times. She could feel the fire burning inside him and she reached out to touch it, not afraid, for she wanted to feel it as well.
Her dress was a satin pool around her waist, pushed there by his exploring hands and her accommodating movements.
She moaned as his hands sighed over the rigid peaks of her breasts.
Giving her earlobe one last lick, he kissed it and whispered, "breathe."
He brushed the callused pad of his thumb over her erect peaks and the breath she had been holding exploded from her body.
She was frustrated, striving for completion. She had nothing to do with her hands and wanted to touch him as he was touching her. She turned her head for his kiss as he kissed his way along her cheek, her hand tugging on his hair roughly.
Their tongues dueled as he rose above her to her side as she twisted in search of him. Their positions changed, him partially in front of her now, her hands finally able to do something.
She started by unbuttoning his stiff collar and working her way down, impatiently working the buttons out of the holes.
He sighed when she freed him of the stiff confines of his tunic.
She sipped at the sigh greedily, pushing her tongue against his in a demanding manner.
Her hands roamed over his t-shirt, familiar with his muscular chest, as they had roamed over him before while he had slept. She wanted more, and reached for the buckle of his pants, her hands sliding the fastening apart quickly as though she had completed the task numerous times before.
Their kiss tore apart as Malcolm pulled back and jerked his tunic the rest of the way off. He wanted to bury himself inside her. His skin burned and he was driven to seek the cool waters within her for relief. Somehow he managed to kick his boots off, his knees slipping on the satin folds of her dress.
She sat there. Reaching for him, she had a vision of her naked skin against the pale white of her dress. The contrast of her skin on the satin aroused him.
"Please…" she moaned, leaning forward and sliding her hands under the elastic of his boxers.
Malcolm groaned at the touch, hesitant yet sure. He wrapped her in his arms and crushed her to him, the intensity overwhelming him as he felt her touch his mind. Visions of him entering her, her head thrown back while he kissed a path along her neck, flooded the his mind, and he knew he could wait no longer.
He stood, hating to do without the feel of her hands on him. He held on to her hands and pulled her to stand in front of him, marveling at the way her body left the pool of satin to reveal silk panties.
Kicking his pants off, he hugged her in his arms. They kissed, and their thoughts merged into one, obsessed with their need for one another. Her need pooled into a throbbing desire at the apex of her thighs. And he knew she was ready for him, not by touch but her thoughts in his mind.
He laid her onto the edge of their bed and peeled the panties from her body, down her hips, thighs, and finally her legs. She lay there panting, lost in the torrent of emotions that engulfed her. He stepped back and removed his boxers, closing his eyes and breathing.
When he opened them, he was surprised to see her sitting up, reaching for him, looking at him with the darkest of eyes. She touched him, leaning forward and darting her tongue out to taste him.
He did all he could to keep his knees from buckling; wondering where and how…
All thought escaped him as he felt the humid alcove of her mouth surround him.
The slick heat created a friction that he couldn't resist. He bucked as he felt her nails dig into his backside and he held onto her shorn locks, tossing his head back and groaning.
The awareness of his pleasure submerged her into his soul, and she actually experienced the pleasure she bestowed upon him for herself.
Emboldened, she increased the tempo and reached one hand around to cup him.
He groaned, burning.
His protests stopped as his virgin wife urged him to completion. She acquisitively tasted him as he met his release, the taste of his essence unimportant as she met her orgasm through his.
She shuddered before him, somehow able to continue pleasuring him.
He jerked away from her, stumbling backward and they both surfaced as if they had been held under water. His eyes misted with disbelief and elation. He had never experienced a release that intense.
She mewed, grinning like a cat and leaned back onto her elbows, reveling in the aftermath of their mutual release.
He couldn't help but grin back, counting himself lucky that she was uninhibited.
Gently, he pushed on her shoulders, shoving her onto her back. "Two can play at that game, luv," he murmured, kneeling in front on her and opening her before him like a banquet.
His intentions were clear and visions of what he was going to do swarmed over her, making her quiver in response. A moan escaped her lips as he kissed her intimately. He didn't need her verbal cues to know she was close to the edge. He could feel her pleasure closing in on her, causing him to strain toward another one himself.
As she met her release, she tried to twist away from his pleasuring efforts, but he held onto her, determined to taste her further.
He could sense her orgasm as it washed over him like a heat wave. Hoshi could feel him, unfulfilled, even as she trembled.
Malcolm stood and hovered between her legs, unmoving as he considered the intensity of their love play and whether or not he should let her rest. At that thought, Hoshi bolted upright, and pulled him willingly onto the bed below.
In one swift movement, he was on his back with her straddling him. Leaning forward, she nipped at his lips and inhaled the scent on his breath.
She raised her hips, adjusting her angle. As she sank down, she sheathed him, both of them moaning at the tight fit and both of them in awe over the ease in which they completed one another.
"My only need. How have I lived without you? I exist for you, now." It was unknown who spoke the words, as their bodies merged along with their thoughts and souls.
Hoshi rocked back and forth, bracing herself on his chest, establishing a slow and steady rhythm.
Desire warred within them, enhancing the love they felt for one another They held on to one another. Every fiber of their being connected in the most fundamental way, as the deafening wave of thoughts and feelings washed over them.
He arched into her, pouring his seed and his soul into her. In response, she caressed him, clenching herself around him, connected to his release and experiencing her own. Oblivion claimed her as she felt her own physical release and the mental one of his.
Hoshi rolled over, her muscles protesting, most of them not yet recovering from the liquid-like state they had achieved during her first night with her husband. The soft breathing of Malcolm settled her as she slipped into sleep and dreamt.
FIN