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Chapter Four of Six: Spock
As he rejoined his body and his mind from wherever her mouth and her fingers had sent him, he reached two unassailable conclusions: First, reading about a thing was very different than experiencing a thing; second, in many instances, experiencing a thing was preferable to merely reading about a thing.
This was just such an instance.
He had always possessed a keen interest in the standards and practices of the numerous and varied cultures with which he came into contact; therefore, he studied much more than scientific texts.
He had read Terran erotica. He had read Orion erotica, Andorian and Betazoid erotica. He had read them with the eye of a detached observer and he had used his scientist's mind to quantify the physical reactions they illustrated, the manner in which the beings depicted employed the acts for pleasure and unity.
He had analyzed and categorized the acts, but he had not understood the need for them.
Until now.
Until now he had not fully understood the exquisite pleasures they described and the sense of belonging that came with touch and sensation….
That came with Nyota….
"Spock, are you still conscious?"
He could feel her soft fingers, her talented and accomplished fingers, caressing his face and left ear. He realized that his eyes were closed. He opened them to find her supported by her left elbow, her body pressing into his side.
"Yes, Nyota, I am still conscious."
Her smile increased by three percent but she rolled her eyes; her contradictory responses confused him.
Oblivious to his consternation, she began to speak. "Damn, I guess I'm not as good as I used to be. You should've been in a coma after that."
Her statement led him to conclude that she was both happy and exasperated. It did not make sense; neither did her statement.
"I do not follow your line of reasoning. Did you endeavor to render me insensible?"
She laughed and pressed a kiss to his chest, "Not insensible insensible – but at least unable to form words for a period of time."
"I was unable to form words for a period of time," he noted. "I was unable to vocalize anything other than rudimentary sounds for seven point four minutes."
She nodded decisively. "Good point; however, I do feel the need to improve upon my record."
"Your record?"
"Mmmhmmm," she murmured. "I think I need you to be completely incapable of voluntary movement for several minutes."
"Nyota, why would wish for me to be paralyzed for any length of time?"
She shifted so her body was resting upon his, her hands encircled his face; he found his hands mirroring her actions, resting along the bones of her jaw, brushing her ears. He was amazed by how light she felt to him.
Is this distortion of immutable physical laws common after the completion of carnal acts?
"Because that would mean I did a good job of pleasuring you," she replied.
He opened his mouth to pose another query.
Scientists are not satisfied until they fully understand the why of a thing.
She laid a finger against his lips to prevent him from speaking. "Lover's talk, remember? Just go with it." Then she moved her finger and lowered her mouth to his.
I will go with it…
She kissed him slowly, sweeping her tongue about his mouth softly.
He found that he enjoyed it.
He could feel the softness of her breasts pressed against the muscles of his chest; the hard nubs of her nipples in the midst of the softness. He could feel the warm wetness between her legs as it pressed against his skin.
He was seized by the desire to touch the remainder of her body, to explore her with his fingers and tongue.
Then her fingers began to brush over his ears; she seemed to be particularly enthralled with the tips.
Next time I will further my explorations.
He was enjoying hers far too much to divert her.
He allowed his fingers to drift through the strands of her dark hair and down the back of her neck, learning the long lines of it with his fingers. His fingers drifted down so he could caress the muscles of her back. He applied pressure, some ancient intelligence driving him to scratch his nails across her skin.
Her breathing accelerated by ten percent and he could feel an increase in the wetness pressed against his sexual organ. She writhed against him and he felt blood and arousal erupt and flow through his body yet again. His entire body appeared to be fifty-one percent more sensitive than normal; the majority of the arousal was centered at the juncture of his thighs in that organ that he had believed to be satiated and restive.
Nyota…
He could feel his penis swell, arousal almost instantly dragging it from flaccidity to tumescence.
She ended the kiss and the exploration of his ears and pushed her head away from his. She met his gaze and raised her eyebrows; a smile that could only be described as wanton developed on her face. He stared at her mouth.
"Wow," she said.
Her breath caressed his face and he could feel tension coil in his stomach; his heart rate and breathing increased.
"Yes. It is most fascinating."
She brushed her wetness against his hardness once again and he dug her nails into her skin. Her breathing accelerated yet again; his arousal intensified.
"Again," he said.
She complied, he countered.
"Again." His voice was harsh and demanding; his body was harsh and demanding.
She rotated her hips, tormenting him with her heat; he drew his nails across her shoulder blades in retaliation.
She gasped and pushed up from his chest, holding her body perpendicular to his.
Her pupils were dilated and her skin flushed a deep brown; he could see her carotid artery pulsating furiously below her skin. He found himself looking at her breasts; they were the finest examples of breasts he had ever observed.
Her breath was coming in short pants, but she was still able to speak. "Okay, I think we're ready."
He did not have to ask her for clarification.
"Have you done this before?" she asked.
He met her steady gaze.
He believed that the protocol in situations such as these was to reply in the negative, but he was not certain; his mental faculties appeared to be faltering.
"Yes," he replied. "But it was not like this."
Vulcans do not lie.
She continued to brush back and forth, her hips just as talented and accomplished as her mouth and fingers. "No," she whispered, "I don't see how anything in the whole history of the universe could ever be like this, Spock."
I am inclined to agree. There could be nothing like this.
Then she shifted slightly and slid the hot wet folds of her body down. She moved deliberately, taking his entire penis into her body. When she had encased him to the root, she stopped and stared into his eyes and he saw the rush of emotion sparkling there. She moved his hands to her hips, braced hers upon his chest.
"Ready," she said. It was not a question.
Then she began to move.
I was wrong. There could be nothing like this.