I wrap my arms around him and pull him close, attacking his mouth. The taste of his blood blends with mine, driving me wild. The new combination of our mixture shoots through my entire body, electrifying me to the tips of my toes. We taste perfect together.
My nails dig into his shoulder blades and I feel his entire body tense up. I probably drew blood with that, too. In the morning, he'll have lots of tiny, crescent shaped marks on his back from me trying to hold him close. I don't think he'll be complaining about that, though.
His fingers wrap around my arms suddenly, pulling them away. I struggle against him, trying to put my arms around him once more, but I'm surprised to find I can't. I lean back from him, blinking a few times. I try again, twisting my arms, but he doesn't budge. My lip quirks up in a smile and he grins at me broadly. He's stronger than I realized. Stronger than I'd hoped.
Without warning, he gives me a push and I land on the bed, sprawled out on my back. I let out a surprised, happy laugh but he just reaches down and pulls off my bra, throwing it across the room. For a few long moments, he simply stares at me. Ordinarily, being naked in front of someone else isn't an issue for me. I feel no shame in flaunting what I have if the need arises, but right now, I feel my human insecurities try to take over as he gawks at me. I start to cross my arms over my chest but he shakes his head. "God, you're beautiful," he whispers. His hands slide up my stomach, stroking the sides of my breasts reverently. "You're so beautiful."
I shiver and arch my back, even as I shake my head. "Tom…"
He drapes his body over mine, silencing me with a kiss. It's effective. The skin to skin contact feels incredible. "You're beautiful," he repeats. I would protest, but the mark I left on his shoulder comes into view and all thought and reason leaves my head. He's mine. He wants to be mine. That part is so unbelievable, I'm still trying to wrap my head around it.
While I breathe deeply, pulling in his scent, he kisses his way down first my throat, then my sternum. He lifts his eyes to mine and moves over to one of my breasts, dragging his teeth across my sensitive flesh. He pulls my nipple into his mouth, tugging at it and my eyes fall shut as I cry out. I clamp my hands at the base of his neck, keeping him in place. I never want him to stop.
Despite my efforts, I can't keep him there. My disappointment is short-lived, though, when he moves over to my other breast, lavishing it with the same sort of attention. His mouth is magic. There's no other way to describe it.
I open my eyes again and find his eyes still fixed on me. If it wasn't so erotic, it'd be unnerving. He's studying my face, watching every reaction carefully. He really wants to know that I'm enjoying myself. I dig my fingernails into him again, and he responds by giving my nipple an extra vicious tug. It makes me squirm.
His fingers stroke down my sides, gentle in contrast to what his mouth is doing, and he grabs the edge of my underwear. He pulls at them a few times, and I can tell he's reluctant to stop his ministrations on my chest. Finally, though, he sits up onto his knees, lifting his eyebrow in question. His erection twitches eagerly, and all I want to do is get my hands on it again. I lick my lips and reach for him, but he pushes my hands away, shaking his head. He grabs my underwear again and says just one word.
"Off."
I lift my hips and he slides the regulation gray panties down my thighs. I shift, lifting my legs in the air, and he pulls the scrap of material off, sending it in the direction of my bra. His fingers slide across my stomach, going lower and lower, but I grab his biceps and yank. He falls across me, both of us letting out a very unsexy "oof!" He looks up at me and chuckles as I pull at him, and he situates himself on top of me. My breath actually catches in my throat for a few moments. This is the first time we've been completely skin to skin. He stares at me, breathing heavily, and it's obvious the moment is having the same effect on him. I wrap my legs around his hips and he moans, burying his face in my neck. A moment later, his lips move to my shoulder, finding the mark he gave me just a few minutes ago. He sucks at it, making my eyes grow wide and I thrust up against him, creating friction. I tilt my head, finding his wound, and inhale deeply, letting his scent overwhelm me and fill me.
He settles his weight against me, pressing me into the mattress, and when I try to push him over so that I can be on top, I'm surprised to find that he won't budge. This is strange. I'm not usually bested by a human. I know he's been working out a lot—he doesn't have the bulging muscles that some have, but his lines are sharp and defined, I can actually feel the power in his arms, and part of me can't help but think that's been for my benefit—but that doesn't explain how he could have this much physical power.
Unless, of course, it's not the physical power that's doing it.
What if I want him to dominate me? What if I'm not fighting back as hard as I might under normal circumstances because I want him to have the upper hand? That doesn't seem like me, but then again, neither does falling in love.
It makes sense, in its own way. I've been the dominate one in past relationships, always taking the lead and pushing the men around, and they've seemed to enjoy it. I'd be willing to bet that Tom will like it, too, but…maybe I just don't feel like putting up much of a fight. I've been fighting him for so long. That doesn't mean I plan on being passive, of course, but I don't think I'll be making him work as hard for it as I might with someone else.
He lifts his head, smiling at me lazily. His fingers are gentle as he pushes my hair away from my face and I lift my head up, somehow managing to capture his lips with mine. The kiss is slow and deep, and it makes me tingle. This man really is good at foreplay.
One of his hands strokes down my side, so light that it almost tickles me. He grabs onto my hip, fingers digging into me for a few moments. He shifts a little and he moves his hand between our bodies. I can feel his fingers stroking my stomach and the muscles beneath him respond with a quiver. He moves lower, brushing over my pubic bone a few times before he moves even lower, and I take in a huge breath as his fingers finally make contact with me. He moans in response, his lips somehow still pressed to mine. Before I have time to even think about adjusting to the sensation, he slides a finger into me.
I tear my mouth from his, my entire body tensing up. "Ohhhhhhhhhh," I moan, the sound bouncing off the walls around me.
He presses his lips to my jaw, adding a second finger to the mix and thrusting his hand gently into me. My legs curl up, my knees almost in his armpits.
"I guess you like that," he whispers, and I laugh breathlessly, my hips lifting up to meet every movement of his hand.
"Oh, God," I whine, my voice coming out at a pitch I don't recognize. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, my fingernails digging into his back. It wasn't that long ago tonight that he said he was worried about embarrassing himself, but now I think that's about to happen to me.
He shifts to the side a bit, his free arm sliding beneath my back as his other hand moves faster within me. I open my eyes to find him watching me, studying my reactions. I smile up at him before letting out a long, shuddering breath, and he slows his motions down to almost nothing. Before I can ask, he whispers, "I don't want this to be over too fast."
"Don't worry about me," I answer, my chest still heaving. "I recover quickly."
"How quickly?"
"I've never timed it."
He lifts his eyebrows, withdrawing his fingers completely. "Multiple orgasms?"
I huff out a laugh, straining my hips to get closer to his touch. "If you play your cards right."
"Well, how do I know if I'm playing my cards right?" His fingers stroke me ever-so-slightly.
A shiver rolls through my body and I bite my lip for a few moments. "I'd say you're off to a good start."
He leans down and kisses me gently before he moves lower. He kisses my neck, my clavicle, my sternum, my breasts, my stomach, covering as much skin as possible. My body relaxes just a little, the tension dissipating. I slide my hand through his hair but he ignores my touch. He presses his mouth to my left hip, moving slowly to the other before bringing his lips to the tops of my thighs.
"I've never been with a Klingon before. Anything I should know?" My eyes snap open to find him looking at me earnestly, and I take a few deep breaths. He's not teasing me about being Klingon, nor is he asking if I'm somehow anatomically different than the other women he's been with. He's never teased me about who I am, and I don't think he ever would. He honestly wants to know.
"We're a little more responsive, from what I understand. We're built more for pleasure than humans."
His eyes light up. "Oh, really?"
"I have nerve endings in a lot of places."
"What sort of places?"
"Well, I know that human women tend to get the most out of external stimulation and that the actual act of sex without any additional help isn't always the most exciting." He nods in understanding—I'm sure the female anatomy and the response to stimuli is something he's studied extensively. "It's not the same for Klingon women. We have nerve endings inside and out. Sex almost always feels good, no matter which way you go at it. I can't speak for Klingons as a whole, but I've never had any trouble achieving multiple orgasms, as long as I'm with someone willing to put in the effort."
"Oh, I'm willing," he answers quickly. "I'm so very willing."
"I don't doubt that," I answer.
He gives me a smile and kisses the top of my thigh again before he grabs my legs, draping them over his shoulders, and my entire body tenses as his mouth makes contact. I let out a yell and grab at his hair, holding him in place. I actually don't usually encourage this part, mostly because it seems to take too much time. I'm usually more interested in the actual release of sex instead of oral gratification, and I don't know that I've been with a guy who's complained about that. But Tom…I think Tom is a master. His tongue makes just a few passes over me before my back arches off the bed, my arms crossing over my face as I try to keep my head from exploding. My thighs clench around his head, and I probably nearly kill him but I can't seem to bring myself to care enough to let him go. I moan as I thrust against his face, and I'm vaguely aware that he'll probably bring this up for a long time to come. It happened awfully fast.
My body starts to settle down and I open my eyes, finding him smiling at me. He doesn't look smug so much as…satisfied. Very, very satisfied. "What?" I croak out, pausing to clear my throat before asking again. "What?"
"I've wanted to do that to you for a long time," he answers, kissing my inner thigh for a few moments before he slides his fingers inside of me again. I bite my lip, trying to keep myself from crying out, but it doesn't help. My back arches again, making me almost fold in half. I try to push against him but he's having none of it. He moves very slowly, almost as if he's exploring me. I feel like I'm going to die. It would be a good death, but I still feel like I'm not going to make it. This feels…heavenly. It feels like he's taken everything I told him to heart and now he's trying to find every single nerve ending I possess.
I think he's succeeding.
He kisses the inside of my thigh again before leaning his head against my leg to watch me.
I'm not used to this sort of attention. It's a little unnerving. I want to touch him—I'm really not the sort to be an inactive participant in bed—but being touched like this, being loved like this…I don't remember a time that I felt this special.
His fingers curl within me and I let out a squeak, knowing it'll probably be my downfall. I'm sure he'll take that information and run.
He speeds up a little, leaning up to press his lips to my stomach and his fingers curl again. I struggle to keep my eyes open—I desperately want to watch him—but it feels too good. My head tilts back and colors flash beneath my eyelids as I moan, my hips pushing against his hand. He may not be in a hurry, but my body is. What feels like electricity starts to course through me, tingling everywhere. All of my muscles tense up and my eyes fly open. I reach out and grab his shoulder, and he looks up at me, unconcerned. My other hand reaches back, slamming against the wall a few times as I try to find something to grab onto. He does…something with his hand. I'm not sure if he speeds up or slows down, but it does the trick and I feel like I'm flying apart again. I yell out again, and I think his name is in there somewhere. One of my hands digs into his flesh as the other beats against the wall, my body thrusting against him violently.
I suppose it's possible that I'm this responsive because it's been so long since I actually had sex, but somehow I doubt it. Part of me hates to say that it's because I'm with Tom, but I know that he has to be a part of it. I've wanted to be with him for such a long time now, and it turns out that reality is better than fantasy.
My body twitches a few times and I swallow heavily. I unclench my fingers from his shoulder, having the presence of mind to give it a few careful rubs before I stretch languorously. I open my eyes and find him with his arms crossed over my pelvis, his chin resting on his hand. He still doesn't look smug. He looks happy. I grab his biceps and tug, pulling him so that he's draped across me. He leans down and presses his lips to mine, kissing me slowly. I can taste myself in his mouth, subtle but unmistakable, and I think my brain starts to short-circuit.
What is happening to me?
*A/N…so, in all the research I did for this story (took a whole five minutes out of my life), all I could find about the female anatomy of Klingons was that they're basically the same as humans. Well, that's no fun. So, I made up some stuff about them. I think it works. It's now part of my head-canon. Enjoy that.
On a completely different and personal note, this has been a heartbreaking week in America. If you're here, you probably understand just how hard it's been. Those of you overseas…well, I've seen some of your responses to our president-elect, and I know you're just as confused and heartbroken as so many of us are. I've spent so much time crying this week, I just can't even tell you. It's been rough. I just want to suggest that we all try to love each other a little more, take better care of one another, try to stay positive, and never give up. I'm trying to take this one day at a time, and am trying to find a way to make something good come of this. No ideas yet, but I'm trying.
