A/N: So I apologise if this chapter doesn't seem as crisp or flowly as my usual stories, I struggled a bit with this chapter. Either way, I hope you enjoy and leave a comment below! If you have any suggestions, I happily accept them! As always, I only ask that you be kind when giving constructive criticism.

A shoutout to JDC0 who has been a huge help answering all my questions and helping with plot development these past few days! Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Chapter Two: Or You'll End Up Going On A Sex Retreat.

Day ONE:

Hot weather, the beach, and ten miles of surrounding woods. I must admit when I read the brochure on the car journey to the loading dock, it seemed almost too good to be true. How was it possible that all my favourite things were on this island?

Three hours passed by in complete silence until the limo pulled in the front of the locking dock. I felt my stomach drop in fear as I prepared myself for all the stares and whispers, we would be facing in just a few minutes time. An Ambassador and his wife at the sex resort… how would there not be any stares or whispers?

Perhaps we should have stayed home.

With a small shift, the hover limo touched the ground. I drew in a nervous breath and shot a nervous glance at Sarek who sat perfectly upright in his brown, ankle length diplomatic robes beside me.

Through our bond, there was nothing but his calm and usual demeanour, but even I found it hard to believe that he could not have been even the least bit nervous. So much staring, so many whispers...

Suddenly feeling overdressed, I caressed the soft magenta fabric covering my legs and relished in the last few moments of cool air-conditioned air before facing my fears.

"Perhaps I should have opted for something a little more casual." I announced, softly.

"You look acceptable." Sarek replied, flatly.

The driver opened the door, and the oppressive Vulcan sunshine invaded the dark interior of the limo. He offered me his hand to assist me out of the car.

I stood there for a moment, admiring just how big the boat was for just an hour journey. A big white, old-fashioned ferry sat on the calm blue waters. When the blazing sun began to affect my vision, I put on my oversized sunglasses and began to admire the architecture of the boat.

Almost like the Titanic. I said, through our bond.

The Titanic was an ocean liner, not a ferry. He replied, through the bond.

From the deck of the ferry, I caught the blurry sight of blue skin of an Andorran male with his arm around a rather short woman with brown skin and short hair.

It had been a while since I saw an interspecies couple, and it always filled me with happiness. I saw them turn slightly, and to my surprise, they waved at me. I shot them a smile and waved back, while a torrent of nervousness ran across my stomach. Their rather casual outfits of tank tops and shorts made me feel incredibly overdressed.

"You display a great amount of fear. Do you wish to return home?" Sarek asked. I turned around and almost jumped when I found him so close to my side. I glanced down, observing his diplomatic robes, thinking at least I was not the only one who was overdressed. I shook my head nervously.

"No." I replied flatly. "I'm just… nervous."

"Fear is illogical." replied Sarek, offering his arm for us to continue up to the dock where a well-dressed Vulcan man waited.

We arrived at the dock all too quickly, walking up to the stoic Vulcan male who stood at the bottom of the gangway. I presented him my PADD that displayed our tickets on the screen. After scanning them, a long form appeared. It was a non-disclosure agreement.

"Please read the non-disclosure agreement." The man asked. My head shot up at him, did a Vulcan just say 'please'? "Any information revealed to the media about either the resort or any of its guests shall result in a fine of one hundred thousand Federation credits fine and a two-year prison sentence."

"One hundred thousand credits?" I rose a brow.

"Yesterday, the confirmation page stated significantly less than one hundred thousand Federation credits."

"The policy was changed overnight." The Vulcan said simply.

I glued my eyes to the device. Reading the agreement was quite intimidating. Listing a multitude of penalties, fines, and prison time if we were to leak any information to the media. Everywhere at the resort was open to sexual interaction (the woods, beach, waters, pools etc.), and the one rule listed in red was that all sexual contact must be consensual. That was it - the only rule, which only heightened my nervousness. Running my finger across the screen, I signed my name before handing it to Sarek who followed suit.

Stepping to the side, the Vulcan male extended his hand and allowed us to walk up the gangway and onto the waiting ferry.

That wasn't so bad. I told Sarek.

It was, as you humans say, smoother than I expected. He replied

I shot him a smile as we stepped onto the deck.

Suddenly, I was overcome with just how many couples were on this boat, and all of them surprisingly unfazed when they noticed that an Ambassador and his wife just stepped onboard. They were all engrossed in their private conversations either with each other or other couples and most just glanced at us for half a second before returning to their conversations.

While I was the one concerned about the staring and whispering, I was the one who seemed to be doing the staring. I could not help it with all the interspecies couples. It made my heart warm and it was not something I saw often.

An Orion and a Human. An Andorran and an Orion. Vulcans and Andorrans. Humans and Betazoids, Argellians and Risians, Vulcans… smiling Vulcans.

There was only a single couple that were the same species out of the whole group of seventy couples. They were speaking to a Beta and Orion couple, holding chocolate martinis in their hand.

Fascinating. I replied through our bond, seeing that Sarek was also looking at the couple in question.

"It appears that they do not follow the Teaching of Surak." Sarek replied.

The couple's eyes suddenly glanced towards us, shooting daggers. It was rather intimidating seeing two Vulcans shooting daggers in your directions. Especially knowing the fact that they could complete annihilate you with any part of their body.

"And there's nothing wrong with that." I replied, smiling nervously in their direction.

"Of course not." Sarek clarified, bowing his head slightly in their direction.

That made the couple smile, bow their heads in acknowledgement and return to their conversation.

"Champagne for the lady?" I turned to see an Orion waiter, offering a tray of champagne.

"Yes, please." I smiled, accepting.

"Chocolate Martini, Sir?"

"No, thank you."

It was as if we were just another couple. With Sarek's hand rested gently on my lower back no one gawked or whispered as we walked about the deck. As we circled back around and passed the Orion and Beta couple, the same smiling Vulcans excused themselves from their conversation.

"Excuse me." A soft voice called. I turned around to see a rather short Vulcan female in a thigh length wrap dress, mimicking Vulcan robes. "I couldn't help but notice but you look absolutely terrified."

"Is it that obvious?" I whispered, biting my lip.

"Yes." The male said bluntly, walking up beside the female, "but it's alright." He wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "This is our third time at this resort, and you have absolutely nothing to worry about."

The male sported a well-kept beard, and his attire was far from the typical Vulcan fashion as he wore some dark cargo shorts and a short-sleeved T shirt that clung to his toned midsection. The more I looked at the male and his unique heart shaped face shape and well-kept beard the more familiar he looked and suddenly, it hit. "Wait… are you that actor. From that medical series-"

"Yes, ma'am, that's me. People call me Tav. Please to meet you, S'chn T'gai Amanda."

An actor? Holy shit! Now I know why everyone had to sign that non-disclosure agreement. Actors come here?!

"I'm not the only celeb here, have you seen Carter Winston? He's over there with his girlfriend."

"Car-Car-Carter Winston. The Carter Winston?"

"Yes, him." The female smiled. "He's very friendly. You didn't know that this resort is widely open to the rich and famous?" she said as she took a sip of her chocolate martini.

"There is a lot of things we don't know about this resort." Sarek replied flatly.

"How so?" Tav asked, sipping his martini "Didn't you read the website?"

"Funny story…" I began nervously, "Our children actually bought this trip for us… they thought it was a trip to the beach."

"Oh my God, what?!" The Vulcan female busted out in laughter, "Tell me your joking?" It was a rather odd sight but one that made me laugh and the male beside her too.

"We do not joke." Sarek responded flatly. "It is true."

"Our children know how to use PADDs yet." T'Sera said, turning to her husband.

As the laugher died down, he extended his hand introducing himself formally, very un-Vulcan like, "I am Tav, please to meet you S'chn T'gai Amanda."

"Amanda, please. No one calls me by my married name."

He glanced at Sarek for approval. He bowed his head.

"Amanda." He smiled.

"And this my husband, Sarek." With his hands clasped in front of him, he bowed his head to the fellow Vulcan. If it were not for our bond telling me that he was content, I would have sworn he was completely uncomfortable and wanted to leave.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Ambassador." Tav replied, holding up a Ta'al to which Sarek reciprocated.

"While we are embarking on such an informal endeavour it would be more appropriate if you refer to me by my name."

"Of course…Sarek." Tav smiled. There was something about the way Tav smiled at Sarek that made me overcome with jealousy, but to my surprise it sent the blood rushing to that sweet spot between my legs.

Interesting.

I intertwined my arm with Sarek's and smiled at him, to which he sent a small wave of calm through our bond which made me sigh in relaxation. Tav turned to the Vulcan woman who observed Sarek and I. "May I present she who is my wife, T'Sera."

"Lady Amanda." She said, extending her hand. It had been quite a long time since I had shaken someone's hand and shaking that of a Vulcan woman's was very interesting. She curtseyed ever so slightly which instantly made me a little uncomfortable. She seemed so sweet and rather short for a Vulcan. She was little taller than me, I estimated her height to be around five foot and three inches, or one hundred and sixty centimetres. She had a petite build, but her hips were wider and her breasts were full but covered by her dress.

"Amanda, please." I smiled at her. "I'm sorry, but I read that this retreat was for interspecies couples. If I'm not being too forward may I ask how you were able to reserve this resort being a Vulcan couple?"

"Celebrities of the same species are allowed on the resort as long as they pay extra." explained Tav

"And we had to sign another disclosure agreement." T'Sera added.

"I see." Sarek chimed in. "And may I enquire as to what the extra non-disclosure agreement referred to?"

"Mostly just that we aren't allowed to speak about our experiences to colleagues, producers, or make any of our experiences here into a TV show or movie. A little about terrorism and essentially we pay more money and have a higher prison time if we blab."

"A fair punishment." Sarek replied.

"Agreed." Replied Tav.

"But the intimidation doesn't stop a lot of people from coming. Last year there were quite a few same-species couples, but it seems like this year with the price and increased penalties, people were scared away. We're the only same species couples this time around. That's gonna take some getting used to!" She nudged her husband playfully.

Her smile was something else. Gentle, warm, loving… it made the little nub between my leg pulse. That was something I had not experienced since my time in University. The curvature of her hips was beautiful in her short but traditional like robe and I found it difficult to keep my eyes off her. Her hips were something to hold onto, and her breast… I found it hard not push aside the forming image.

It had been many years since I had been attracted to another woman, and the more I looked at her the more I found myself lost in her body shape and the more hard it became not to focus on that image of my mouth wrapping around her green succulent nipples… or running my tongue down her stomach, her lower belly all the way down to her-

Amanda… Sarek's voice pulled me from view.

When I came to, her smile had morphed into one of a wicked nature. Why was that beautiful sight sending so much blood down there? My hand felt warm and sweaty and when I looked down, I was shocked to find that my hand was still intertwined with hers. Vulcan's are touch telepath… I completely forgot. I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks as I withdrew my hand from hers immediately.

"I'm so sorry!" I said, incredibly embarrassed.

"It's quite alright." she smiled.

"I know how sexy my wife is." Tav smiled, kissing his wife on the cheek.

It was then that I realized that the ferry was moving and that we were quite a way away from the dock. How long had we been moving?

"Smooth ride, isn't it?" T'Sera smiled to Sarek.

"Indeed, it is." He responded.

"So," Tav began, "if you don't mind me asking, why are you two here?"

Turning to Sarek, I bend my head down unable to repress my embarrassed smile. "Well…" I began timidly, "you already know that our kids bought us this thinking it was a trip to the beach, but I suppose it's kind of our honeymoon. We never had one so… better late than never."

"True 'dat" T'Sera smiled. It surprised me how informal she was. "And you, Sarek, are you excited for your honeymoon?" Her smile morphing back into a mischievous one as she parted her lips to take in another sip of martini.

"Amanda fails to tell me the definition of a honeymoon, so I am unable to, how you phrase, be excited, for something I fail to understand the meaning of."

"Oh, you'll see what it's all about…" Tav smiled, winking at Sarek. "You'll see."

There was a moment of silence with Sarek pondering something before he spoke again,

"You have been coming to this resort for three years, you said?"

"Yes." Tav replied, "Three years and counting. It's the only place we really can get away from life on Earth, the kids, work, and it's nice to be home even if it's only for a couple of days."

"I understand that." I replied, drawing my champaign to my lips to take a drink.

"And it's nice to find other partners" T'Sera added.

A statement that made me spit out my drink.

"I'm…" I was cut off by a cough, a little bit of champagne going down the wrong pipe. "I'm sorry…what?"

Sarek patted my back, before I waved him off, signifying that I was okay.

"You didn't know?" Tav asked, confused.

"Know what?" I asked, my coughing finally ceasing.

"That we're swingers." T'Sera announced.

"Sw-Sw-Swin-Swingers?" I stammered.

Like the couples who trade spouses to have sex with, swingers?

"Almost everyone here is." She continued, her voice light, "You didn't know?"

"We were unaware of your sexual preferences." replied Sarek, his hand still on my back.

"But there's nothing wrong with it." I assured, now so full of embarrassment I felt that face was as red as a cherry tomato. You could see the embarrassment in T'Sera's eyes, they were unbearable to look at. She looked almost sad or filled with disappointment and it surprised me when a wave of disappointment ran through me.

I felt bad and the next sentence surprised even me as it came out automatically, "We may let you know if we're interested." I saw Sarek's head shoot in my direction in my peripheral version. "Do you know your room number yet?" I said, keeping eye contact with T'Sera, but also mesmerised by the thought of her body.

Amanda, what are you doing? Sarek asked telepathically.

"42B. Master Suite." Tav replied.

I'm defusing the situation. I replied.

"Well, if we are interested, we will come to you. Sound good?"

"Do you know your room number?" Tav asked, "It should be in your confirmation."

I looked over at T'Sera. Her face still filled with embarrassment she looked as though she could have begun crying at any minute.

"Not yet." I replied, making sure to shoot a reassuring smile at T'Sera, "but we know it's an Ambassador Suite. Let us talk about it and we will get back to you. Is that alright?"

"Of course," T'Sera smiled nervously, she tilted her head back and downed the rest of her chocolate martini. Her face twisted from the bitterness of the alcohol and chocolate, "whatever makes you comfortable."

An intense wave of jealousy ran through our bond. I looked over at Sarek and while he maintained his usual calm demeanour as the couple excused themselves and retreated in the opposite direction, he was jealous. While he would usually try and repress such things, on this occasion he did not even try to hide it.

The other couples were nothing but friendly. As the hour-long boat ride continued, I found my thoughts rather focused on the Vulcan female we had just met and in turn Sarek's jealousy was becoming more and more noticeable.

Deciding to shield him, I shut him out of my thoughts, however, that only seemed to make things worse as, while chatting with a Beta/Risian couple, he suddenly poked so hard at my conscious, I grabbed my head at the jolt of intense pain it had caused.

I did not even have a moment to take in the beautiful beach or the excellent scenery of the resort before I ushered us to our room in a desperate need to defuse the situation. His jealousy was now spilling over to me and causing me to become annoyed and angry.

Upon entering our suite, I did not realise the luxuriousness of our accommodation, only noticing the large welcome basket full of sex toys that was on the coffee table, before I turned around with a huff. Facing him, I crossed my arms at my waist as he shut the door behind him.

"Jealous much?" I finally snapped.

"I do not get jealous." He said flatly, stepping into the room.

"Bullshit! Why are you jealous? You know I wouldn't have done anything with her. I was defusing the situation, they wanted to sleep with us."

"Your thoughts suggest otherwise given your interest in T'Sera."

"You knew I was also attracted to woman when we started dating. You said it wasn't a problem-"

"And it is not."

"You sure? Because you were quite persistent in knowing my thoughts when I did you a favour and shut you out in hopes of defusing your jealousy."

"I do not get jealous Amanda." he insisted once more. But our bond suggested otherwise.

I sighed in frustration as he poked gently at my conscious wanting to be let in. I squeezed my hands into a fist and exhaled, letting down my wall to let him in.

"Yes." I admitted "She is physically appealing. And yes, I am sexually attracted to her, but you know I wouldn't do anything without your permission, Sarek."

Feeling him in my conscious, I reached out to him and when I really focused on how he felt amid all this jealousy, I noticed an underlying sexual frustration. Plopping down on one of the soft white sofa chairs in the middle of the room, I placed my PADD on the table beside me and forced some deep breaths to calm myself down. I realized, when I was finally calm, that maybe, just maybe, all this could be explained by his sexual frustration.

I wondered just how far I could push him. He would not hurt me, he never would. Maybe it was the three sexless months that made me want to push my luck. I looked up at him with a wicked smile and asked,

"Are you sure you didn't get excited at the thought of watching me with another woman?"

"I am certain." Sarek said immediately.

"Are you sure? I mean imaging me with my head between her legs, licking her clit while I squeeze her nipples doesn't make you at least a little bit excited?"

His jealousy grew, I could see his wrist grow green as he squeezed it tightly. Perhaps it was not all entirely due to his sexual frustration. He was growing angry now, I could tell. And I swore I sensed some doubt regarding fidelity before it quickly dissipated.

I shot up from the chair, outraged at his accusation. "Sarek, do you honestly think that I'd cheat on you?!"

His anger began to fade, and I sensed some confusion. "No." he said flatly.

But there was still anger there. It always scared me when he grew angry and with that out of the way, I was surprised when the fear of him leaving began to fill me. My chest started to tighten with anxiety as I drew in a breath and let it out slowly.

My voice softened and I walked over to him, placing my hands gently on top of his hands, "You knew my sexuality when we started dating, you said you were fine with it. Are you starting to have regret being with me because I'm bi-"

"No." He asserted sternly and immediately, which caused me to jump. His fingers found my forefingers and caressed them gently. He rested his forehead on mine, "I could never leave you, Amanda." A strong wave of calm and love ran through me which caused me to relax and sigh in relief.

"Okay…" I whispered to him. "Then perhaps we should establish some boundaries to avoid jealousy."

"That would be wise." He said, pulling his forehead away from mine.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know that we would find some swingers right off the bat… and I didn't think I would be attracted to someone so quickly. I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to apologise for."

"Well, obviously I do." I squeezed his hands gently, "because I made you feel uncomfortable."

"Your sexual orientation does not make me, how you phrase, uncomfortable. It is just… I'm…"

"Jealous." I finished.

He was silent.

"Come on…" I pulled him into the room and to the chair. I sat down, continuing to hold his hand as he stood in front of me, "Lets establish some boundaries. First off, I'm not interested in having sex with another man and I promise I won't. It's obvious that you feel uncomfortable with me being with another female, so I won't. We can just see this as a holiday, forget the swingers."

When he did not speak after about a minute, I was about to just sigh in defeat and suggest that we return home, but as I drew in the breath he finally spoke,

"If we are in agreement that you do not touch the female's genitalia, then I have no objection to you touching other body parts of a female. I do not wish to deprive you. This is a retreat designed to 'explore sexual interest' and we should do as such. I have told you that I have no objection to your physical attraction to females, and I would like you to indulge in your physical desire but…" He hesitated, "I am not ready to share you… yet."

A statement that made my heart begin to beat out of its chest. Was he sure? Am I dreaming? I was dreaming, wasn't I?

You are wide awake. His voice echoed in my conscious.

"Are you sure?" I asked, surprised at how 'in shock' my voice sounded.

"I would not have said it if I were not."

"What about touching their breasts, legs, back… flirting?"

He fell silent.

"Honestly, if you're not comfortable with it, it's f-"

"That would be acceptable. As long as I am in attendance."

I felt the blood rush to that sensitive spot between my legs. If I were not sitting down, I was sure that my legs would have given up from under me.

"Ok. And if you see other women… or male that you fancy, same goes for you."

"I am not sexually attracted to males."

"Okay. If you fancy another woman then you can touch her breast… and kiss her." I added with some apprehension, but I knew I couldn't deprive him fully of this experience. "But I ask that you don't finger embrace, mind meld, or mate with her. I'm not ready… yet."

"All those are reserved only for you, my wife, and I do not think I will find a female here that I wish to engage in sexual endeavours with that would otherwise be reserved for my wife."

"And I respect that." I said honestly, "I think we can agree that whatever happens with another person here must be done in the presence of each other and if we are uncomfortable with something that the other is doing that we speak up right away, agreed?"

"Agreed."

"Do you have any other points of concern you wish to bring up?"

"Not at this time."

"Okay." I sighed in relief. That was stressful. When I probed his emotions and found that the jealousy had significantly reduced, there was still an underlying horniness and I wished to rectify that. I smiled wickedly,

"So, Mr. Ambassador." I said seductively in a light voice. "I refer back to my previous question now that you're calm. Does it honestly excite you to see me with another women?"

"Yes."

His answer immediately sending more blood to my clit.

"Yea?" I released his hand and opened his robe. Slowly, I glided my hand up and began to caress his hardening bulge through his trousers. "Why does it excite you?" I asked, still trying to tread consciously. "Can you tell me? Is it me eating her out… or you are watching?"

His eyes shut and he let out a soft moan as I squeezed him through his trousers. I slipped my hand down his trousers and pulled him out. Green and fully erect, I began to stroke him slowly his moans of both desperation and pleasure causing my sweet spot to throb more and more. Scooching myself closer to him, I sat on the edge of my chair.

"What is it, husband?" I murmured, quickening my pace.

When his groans suddenly turned sharp and short, I slowed my pace, sensing that he was already so close. "Answer my question." I ordered sharply, "Or I'll stop."

"No." his voice was hurried and full of desperation. "Please, don't."

"Then answer me." I resumed my movements at a slower pace.

"You…"

Stroking a little faster, I leaned down and teased the tip of his lok with my tongue.

"Me what?"

"You…eating her…"

"Oh, my poor baby," I teased, "your logic's slipping."

I took him in my mouth, taking him slowly and all the way in the back of my mouth. My own arousal grew as I watched him throw his head back completely consumed with ecstasy. It made me feel so powerful to know that I could reduce the Vulcan Ambassador to Earth, one of the most powerful men on the planet, to a quivering pile of putty with just my mouth.

I moved him in and out at a slow and steady pace, holding his wrist beside him. Images of him grabbing my hair and taking control were flooding my mind, but with all my strength I pushed them aside and slowed my pace as his breathing sharpened once more.

For the first time in months, I was going to be in control.

None of that, I sent. I lead, not you.

He let out a frustrated groan at my slow pace and thrusted his hips forward, a motion that made me withdraw and look up at him with sharp eyes.

What did I say?

"I'm sorry." He said, breathing heavily.

"Stay still or I'll stop, and you will have to go all day like this. Do you want that?"

"No." His voice hot and full of desperation. "No… please."

Taking him slowly back into my mouth, I looked up at him as I moved him in and out, slowly and steadily. His hands wrapped around his robes and squeezed them tightly as I took him into the back of my throat.

"Amanda…" He moaned, as I quickened my pace, "I'm going to-"

The loud consistent chime of my PADD suddenly went off. Quickly withdrawing my mouth caused him to groan loudly in frustration sending a huge wave of anger through our bond. I reached for the PADD while wiping my mouth on his robes.

"Aman-"

"You must wait." I ordered. "Good things come to those who wait."

Looking at the screen, a reminder popped up in bold letters. "Hm, interesting…"

"What is it?" He said, clearly annoyed and frustrated.

"Our first private therapy session is in ten minutes." I looked up at him, smiling wickedly, "Looks like we need to get ready."

The anger intensified. His jaw clenched; his head fell back with an audible sigh. I looked at his fully erect lok. As much as I wanted him to suffer like this the whole sixty-minute therapy session, I knew that even that would be torture.

"Calm down…" I said lightly, placing the PADD back on the table beside me. "You can cum first."

I felt his body relaxed when I slipped him back into my mouth and resumed where we left off. With my own arousal boiling over, I pulled my dress up over my knees and rubbed my terribly swollen nub.

Watching me proved to be too much. When his hand grabbed the back of my head, I quickened my pace, his grip on my hair tightened as I took him in the back of my throat he let out a loud groan shooting his thick juices down my throat.

His pleasure, and relief ran through me.

Releasing him from my mouth, he began to come down from his high. All the frustration and remaining jealousy fading away in seconds. I wiped my mouth on his robes,

"Satisfied?" I asked.

When he took a step back and knelt in front of me, I reached to the side thinking he wanted to see the PADD. Instead, he took the side of my face, crushed his lips against mine and melded our minds together. He pushed me back against the soft back of the chair and before I could even register, he plunged his fingers inside me.

After a small pinch, I was overcome with the warmth of his fingers which sparked a satisfying heat to run through my body. My eyes closed as he began to move his fingers.

After three months, they felt better than I remembered.

"You are ready for me." he whispered, his lips caressing my neck gently.

The pleasure had ridden me speechless.

He quickened his pace, but still maintained his gentleness, being careful not to hurt me. I could not control the loud moans that escaped from my mouth. I could feel his eyes on me, his fingers squeezed the side of the face intensifying our meld. Suddenly his lips caressed my chin, I reached down desperate to rub myself.

"Faster." I begged, "Please. Faster."

"Are you going to cum?" his voice soft and hot against his lips.

The climax built, so fast I could barely utter the word of confirmation before it started to happen, his pace quickened and after a couple quick thrusts I let out a loud cry, losing myself in the intense orgasm.

As I came down from the orgasm, my PADD went off once more.

"Leave it!" I groaned, desperate to stay here with him.

"I cannot." Removing his finger he wiped them on his robes, before leaning over and picking up the chiming device from the table beside me. After a small sigh, he placed a tender kiss on my lips, "We must go. The therapist is waiting for us."

"Do we have to?" reaching out, I caressed his semi erect lok. "I want you to fuck me."

I felt him grow harder against my touch. Still relaxed from my orgasm, I let my legs fall open to receive him. "Please…" I begged softly.

Bending down, he placed another gentle kiss on my lips. "After our session with the therapist."

A statement that made me sigh longingly in frustration.

No. No. Please.

"I promise."