Chapter Four: Just Remember To Have Fun.
I stood looking at the dark green bikini for about ten minutes thinking about how I would look wearing it. I looked down at my stomach and after a deep breath I slipped it on and emerged from the bathroom holding my black translucent coverup in my hand.
I bought it to hide by belly, but with the therapy session… I knew I needed to take a risk. I placed it on the kitchen counter and grabbed Sarek's swimming trunks and tossed them to him as he stood in the middle of the room.
"Your turn."
It took a bit of coaxing to get Sarek into some black swimming trunks but when he finally emerged from the bathroom five minutes later, while I sat on the counter eating a rather sizable tub of ice cream, I had to fight myself not to jump him right then and there.
"You look beautiful." He said, wrapping his arms around my waist.
"Thank you." I smiled and kissed his lips gently. "Thank you for coming to the session today and speaking your mind. I thought for sure you would think it unwise."
"What is necessary is never unwise."
Whatever apprehension I had while walking up to the beach dissipated as soon as I caught the sight of diverse bodies, interesting swim wear and coverups, but the view of drunken couples clinging to their alcohol of choice while hanging on their partners made me smile as we walked onto the sandy beach.
I smiled at the sun began to set and drew in a deep breath, feeling content at the lovely smell of the water. When I took a step forward, I was suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I have rented us a cabana." He turned and pointed to the waiting cabana tent just a couple of metres up the beach. After a couple of steps, the sight of green caught my eye in my peripheral vision. I turned to see a set of perky green nipples walking towards me.
"Amanda!" A voice called.
When I focused on the face, my stomach flipped when I saw a naked T'Sera walking towards us. She had her arm around her husband, who donned a thin cloth-like material around his waist while her other hand was struggling to hold a chocolate martini straight. She waved her drink at Sarek in acknowledgement and turned to Tav, kissing his chest drunkenly.
Her hips were even more beautiful in the flesh and I found myself wanting to reach out and caress them. I looked at Sarek, suddenly surprised not to feel any jealousy, instead when I reached out, I felt arousal… and for the first time, I was okay with that. I shot him a smile and turned back to the couple as they reached us.
"Hello Tav, T'Sera. How are you doing?" I asked.
"Amazing!" T'Sera beamed drunkenly, "Sarek, have you tried these chocolate martinis?"
"I have not, however, I would not be opposed to trying one."
"Here, Tav can get you one for Sarek at the bar." She turned to her husband and asked politely in Vulcan to kindly get Sarek and I a drink.
"Of course, would you like anything Amanda? They have beer, wine, wine spritzers, cocktails."
"I'll take a wine spritzer, please." I smiled, noticing T'Sera's eyes were rather glued to my chest, I looked down to see that my nipples were protruding through my bikini top. She looked up when I noticed her gaze and her cheeks turned a slight shade of green.
I smiled and turned to Sarek,
Can they come back to our cabana?
That would be acceptable. he replied.
I reached out and caressed her arm. "Come with us to our cabana. It's right there." I pointed up the beach to the empty cabana. "You can relax with us."
She smiled and arched her neck up to Tav and asked excitedly, "Can we, Can we?!"
"Of course, darling. I'll get those drinks for us and meet you there. Will you make sure she gets there alright?"
"Of course,"
Tav bent down and shared a passionate, yet sloppy kiss with his wife. Sarek and I exchanged a glance, both of our brows curving upwards in surprise. He pulled away and turned around, walking up the beach to the bar. T'Sera wrapped her arm in mine and I helped support the slightly off-balance woman as we walked up to the cabana.
The layout of the cabana surprised me. It was furnished with a full king size bed, with a small sofa adjacent, with two armchairs on each side and a small table in front. There was also a thick privacy curtain at the front, which I closed behind me.
"Can I sit on the sofa?" T'Sera asked. "It looks so comfy."
"Of course, hon." I smiled. "Can I sit beside you?"
"Of course, you can." Her smile quickly morphed into a wicked one. I sat down beside her as she laid back against the red sofa. She took a sip of her martini and wrapped her arm around me, snuggling herself close to me.
I glanced at Sarek, who sat on the bed facing us.
Are you alright? I asked.
Yes, he responded.
Is this alright?
Yes.
I snuggled myself close to her, her head resting on my shoulder, she offered me a sip of her martini. While I expected it to be nothing but chocolate, to my surprise, there was a strong hit of vanilla vodka that made my lips pucker.
"Vodka-ee!"
A sentence that made her burst out into laughter and caress the side of my face with her hand. For a moment, I was scared that she was about to instigate a mind meld in her drunkenness, but she did nothing but caress my cheek gently with her thumb and look in my eyes.
"You are beautiful." She said suddenly.
"Thank you." I responded softly. Not knowing how much I needed to hear it until I heard it. Her eyes looked down at my midsection and she smiled,
"You are very beautiful." she whispered.
I smiled and caressed the side of her neck gently, "You are beautiful, too."
"Even after two children, and eight years of marriage?"
I looked down at her stomach. Her slightly bloated stomach and stretch marks that indicated to me that she once held two children were nothing but beautiful to me. I smiled and pressed my forehead against hers, "You are gorgeous." I whispered to her.
I caressed her wrist gently and whispered once more, "You are."
Besides contentment, I could see that look in her eyes. She wanted to kiss me and before I could even think to ask Sarek if it was alright, her soft lips were suddenly on mine and I felt myself melt. She leaned us forward slightly so she could place her drink on the table in front of us before her hands wrapped around my shoulder and guided us back down against the back of the chair. I felt my own arousal begin to build as she parted our lips, her warm tongue met mine.
"Am I interrupting something?" I heard Tav asked.
I pulled away and quickly turned to see him standing in the doorway, parting the privacy curtains with a smile on his face while holding a chocolate martini and a wine spritzer.
"Oh… I'm sorry. I didn't-"
"It's quite alright, Amanda." he reassured, while smirking.
Handing the martini to Sarek, he took a seat next to his wife on the armchair. She reached for his forefingers with her right hand as I glanced at Sarek who held the chocolate martini in his hand. He took a sip of the bitter liquid as I asked timidly through our bond.
Is this alright? I'm sorry I didn't-
Continue. His voice cut me off. Please, continue.
I could sense his growing arousal as T'Sera hand fell from the side of my face and her fingers began to caress my left thigh. Her lips found mine and renewed our kiss. I allowed her hands to roam my thighs and even play with the strap of my bikini top.
"She's been thinking about you all day." Tav announced. I opened my eyes to see him sitting back in the armchair holding his wife's abandoned chocolate martini while observing us.
"All…day." she moaned against my lips.
Can I touch her? I asked.
Yes.
I wrapped my arms around her and caressed her back gently, allowing my tongue to meet hers in a passionate dance. When her hands began to roam to the side, my own arousal took over as I began to squeeze and caress her breast. She felt so good, so soft.
When a wave of nervousness suddenly ran across me, Sarek's calm voice ran though me.
Continue.
With caused me to relax once more. It was then T'Sera gently pulled away and turned to Sarek.
"You like it when she asks for your permission, Sarek?" She asked softly.
Damn the touch telepathy.
"I do." He replied, "It is our agreement."
"Oh, you have an agreement?" She turned back to me, the strong smell of chocolate and vodka radiating from her breath as she smiled against my lips.
"Do you and Tav have an agreement?" I asked softly, kissing her gently.
"Of course, we do. It is only logical. But you…" she wrapped both arms around my back and before I knew it my bikini top fell in my lap, revealing my breast. "You're just for me." She resumed our kiss and pressed her bare chest against mine. With my nipples hardening against hers, I could no longer control my roaming hands. I needed to feel her. I needed to touch her.
I trailed my hand up her thigh, her stomach, her waist, I found her hard green nipples and squeezed them, which caused her to let out a moan of pleasure. Why was her moan so intoxicating?
God, I wanted to touch her. I wanted my fingers inside her. God only knew how wet she was, I wanted to feel it. So much. I deepened our kiss and before I knew it, my legs parted willingly as her fingers roamed down my stomach and found my swollen nub.
No. Sarek's voice ran through our bond.
I reached for her hand and guided it back up to my breast.
Can I touch her? My voice filled with desperation. Her clit?
When she moved my head to the left and began to kiss my neck, I opened my eyes expecting to see my husband staring daggers at this woman. Instead, I was surprised to find that his swimming trunks were housing his very erect penis, that he did not even try to hide. His eyes were glued to us, and as my lips found hers once more, he finally answered, his voice tinged with desperation,
Yes.
My hand found her swollen clitoris quicker than I anticipated. I was worried about going to hard and too rough but as I began making circles, it was as if I were riding a bike. It all came back… and quickly. Sweet moans fell from her lips, I could feel her growing wetter under my fingers, and when her breaths began to grow sharp and her lips began to crush mine, I stopped which caused her to pull away groan in frustration.
"So close, eh?" I teased against her lips.
"Sanoi…" She begged softly in Vulcan, "Please…"
"Sanoi, ra?" I asked, eyeing Tav who was caressing her forefingers. "Please, what?" I asked again in English.
"Sa-Sanoi-Please. I want your fingers."
Before I could even ask, his voice ran through our bond with the same desperation as mine,
Yes.
I looked to see my husband with a terribly hard erection. He did not touch it, he simply just looked with his stoic face but as I reached out to him through our bond, I found just how aroused he was.
Good things come to those who wait. I reminded him, shooting him a wicked smile before turning back to T'Sera, whose head was resting on my shoulder,
"Look what you do to our men?"
She opened her eyes and looked at Sarek, who she smiled at and then to her husband who had his hard green lok in his hand. So that's what the penis of the first Vulcan actor to appear in an American television drama looked like.
"Is this alright?" He asked me.
"Of course." I smiled,
"She's mine, husband." T'Sera said before crushing her lips against mine, letting out a light moan of desperation.
I built her back up with firm but gentle circles until she begged for my fingers again. Moving off the sofa, I fell to my knees in front of her and parted her legs. I teased her wet opening and slowly inserted my forefingers. She let out a loud moan, one I could only make out of as relief. I held them in place,
"Please…" she begged, "Please move them."
I moved slowly. Even though I wanted her to adjust to my fingers, her pleas of desperation proved otherwise.
"Please, Amanda. Please. Faster."
"Ooh, I like you begging." I kissed her inner thigh as I slowed my pace down. "Keep going. Beg me."
I quickened my pace ever so slightly, teasing her once more until she looked down, grabbed the back of my neck, and pulled me up crushing her lips against mine.
"Please, fuck me. Please." She whispered with desperation in my ear.
Using my free hand, I gently guided her down against the back of the sofa. I quickened my pace, hooking my fingers to hit that sensitive area at the very back of her vagina. Thank goodness the Vulcan female anatomy was similar to humans. Her juices poured from her, and they smelled sweet, like strawberries and my mouth began to salivate.
Who should I thank for her smelling so sweet?!
Please. I begged. Please, I want to taste her.
Yes. Sarek's voice ran through my head.
He did not have to tell me twice. I leaned forward and flicked my tongue against her swollen nub. Her moans grew louder as I began to suck and move my fingers in and out of her at the same time. Her hips tensed, her hand caressed the back of my head, sweet profanities fell from her lips.
"She likes her nipples squeezed." Tav said.
I reached my hand up and squeezed her nipple and it did not take much longer for her hips to begin to jerk violently. Tav's hand reached out and held her thigh open as she grabbed the sofa cushion, arched her back, and cried out, losing herself in the intense orgasm.
When I felt her relax, I trailed kisses up from her clitoris to her chest where I placed a gentle kiss on her relaxed lips. I relaxed against the sofa and wrapped my arms around her as she rested her head against my chest. We held each other as she continued to come down from her orgasm, breathing heavily and a pile of jelly.
We lingered there for a moment until I turned to Tav and smiled, realising that his wife was beginning to drift off to sleep in my arms.
"She's gone." I whispered to him.
"Indeed, she is. That was the strongest orgasm she's had in a while."
"Do you not satisfy your wife, Tav?" I joked, winking at him.
Noticing the semen on his stomach, I leaned forward and handed him the towel on the coffee table to wipe himself off.
"It seems not." He joked back, wiping the thick secretion from his stomach. "She's always leaned more towards women."
I took the wine spritzer and took a huge gulp, enjoying the feeling of the warm woman asleep against me.
"I don't blame her. We do know how to hit the spot."
"Intense wasn't it, Sarek?" Tav asked.
"I must agree." He said flatly.
"She's sweet, ain't she?" I told Tav.
"That she is. Like strawberries. You were unaware that Vulcan women produce sweeter vaginal juices than humans?" he asked.
"Nope, but I know now." I said sarcastically, looking down at T'Sera.
She looked so peaceful, and I had never felt more content. As she began to snore softly, I realized that she was well and truly out cold.
"I knew I was good, but I didn't think I was that good."
Tav chuckled and caressed his wife's ankle gently. "She's always quite tired after sex, and I'm sure the six chocolate martinis aren't helping. Perhaps I should get her back to the room."
"Yes, perhaps."
Gently Tav lifted T'Sera into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled her head against his chest. Standing up, I caressed Sarek's shoulder gently as I passed him and to the threshold of the cabana, drawing the thin privacy curtain. The sun was had just set and the pitch black made the sounds of the waves more calming than ever.
"I hope she remembers tonight." I told him as I opened the privacy curtain for them to leave.
"Oh, she will. I'll make sure she does."
I smiled and caressed his shoulder gently. "See you around. Oh, and by the way, we are in room 242."
"Noted." He smiled. "Good Night."
"Good Night."
Closing the privacy curtain, Sarek turned on the small lamp beside the bed before I drew the thick curtain and turned back around to face him. My husband was hard and aroused. I walked over to him and bent down, placing a gentle kiss on his lips.
"Did that excite you?" She asked in a low tone.
He looked down at his fully erect lok, and then back up at me.
"It was exciting." He admitted flatly. Taking my hand, I began to stoke him slowly through his swim trunks. He had been pent up long enough. I placed another gentle kiss on his lips before I pulled away and retracted my hand
"Lay down on the bed." I ordered.
Adjusting himself at the head of the bed, I saddled him. I stopped for a moment and looked down, admiring just how beautiful he was. His hands found my hips and for a moment he glazed his hand over my stomach, the slack skin that expanded to hold Spock and the new stretch marks that held the child we lost.
"You are very beautiful." He said simply. A statement that made me smile and bend down to kiss him.
When he moved his hands lower and cradled my cheeks in his palms, I grabbed his wrists and held them above his head.
"Now, you are not allowed to touch me." I ordered. "Your hands are to stay right here, is that understood?"
"Yes."
Holding his wrists together with one hand, I pulled his lok out his trousers. "Leave your hands here."
"Yes…" his voice hot on my cheek.
"Yes, Miss." I clarified.
"Yes, Miss."
Leave then there, or you'll be punished.
Yes, Miss.
I stood up and slid the crotch of my bottoms to the side and positioned him against my opening. I held him there for a moment watching the precum seep from his throbbing lok. A groan of anticipation escaping his lips, his arms moved from above his head and when he grabbed my hips with desperation I sat below his erection, and moved his hands forcefully back above him, much to his frustration.
If he was not going to channel some the control that Vulcans had so much of, then I would have to force him to do so.
Eyeing my bikini top that was tossed on the bed, I took it and tied his wrists together and to the headboard above his head.
"See what happens when you don't listen."
Another groan of desperation.
Please, Miss.
I sensed his suffering as my breast dangled above his face. I allowed him to take one of my nipples into his mouth, his erection stiffening. Trailing light kisses from his forehead all the way down his chest, and stomach I stopped as the dark public hair began,
"Do you want me to take you in my mouth?" I whispered.
"Please."
I hovered over his hard member for several seconds, I opened my mouth to accept him, but as my tongue touched the tip of his penis I stopped and pulled away. "No… you've already enjoyed my mouth today."
His legs tensing and began moving in desperation. Who said Vulcans have excellent self-control? I could swear in this moment I was dealing with a human.
"No… Please!"
"Oooh… I like you begging." Wrapping my hand around his lok. "Beg me to move my hand."
His voice still held the same desperation through our bond.
Please.
I stroked once.
"Keep going, husband."
Please.
I stroked again.
Please.
And again.
Instead of more pleading, he simply groaned and moved his legs, clearly suffering.
"Tell me, what do you want? Use your words like a good boy."
"You... I want you.
I bend down and kissed his lips gently. "Alright. It has been ninety-three days after all."
"Ninety-four." he clarified. His arms moved against the restraints.
I eyed him sharply before continuing,
"You must ask my permission to cum, understand?"
"Yes."
"Yes, Miss." I clarified sternly.
"Yes, Miss." He repeated.
"Good boy." I lined him up and held him over my wet opening. "If you fight against the restraints, I will stop… Understand?"
"Yes, Miss."
I sat down gently on top of him accepting into my wet folds. A shot of heat and ecstasy filled my body. It had been so long, and he had never felt better within me. I move my hips, the slow pace triggering more moans from him. I covered his mouth and whispered in his ear,
"Shhh, People are still on this beach."
I rocked my hips switching back and forth between several rhythms and paces until finally with my own pleasure beginning to boil over. I wanted him to fuck me. Hard. But I was not about to let his hands go. I looked down at him with a sly smile and showed him the image I had in my head.
I bent down and kissed him on the lips. His legs wrapped around me and with a quick motion, he was suddenly on top of me, his wrists and hands still tied to the bedpost.
I forgot for a moment that he was still inside me until he began to thrust hard and quickly. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held onto him, muffling my moans into his shoulder. I climaxed quickly with the rhythm; my fingers dug into his back. I could not control the loud moan of pure relief and ecstasy as the orgasm washed over me. With a couple quicker thrusts, I felt a deluge of semen rush inside me. His body tensed and he let out a loud groan of ecstasy and relief. Ninety-four days was long enough.
I placed a gentle kiss on the bottom of his chin and reached up to gently untie his restraints. With his hands free, he found the side of my face and in the afterglow of sex he renewed our mind meld.
There was pleasure. There was relief, and there was contentment but above all there was love.
He rolled over and we laid there out of breath, my head resting against his chest. The sound of calm ocean waves just metres away calmed me as I came down from the exertion.
"Are you satisfied, my wife?" he asked.
What a stupid question.
I said nothing. I smiled against his chest and continued to allow the intoxicating after-sex pheromones overwhelm me with sleep.
Yes. I responded through our bond.
It was, indeed, well worth the ninety-four day wait.