Unfinished Business
Chapter 55 : Just Staying In
February 2279
As the holiday that he knew Nyota looked forward to the most approached, he attempted to find out what she wished to do this year. There would be the usual dance in the mess hall, of that he was certain. If she wished to go, he would take her, and dance with her. Although he still felt awkward about this, he would no longer allow other men to lay their hands on his bondmate. If she wished to dance, it would be with him. But she did not seem to be interested.
He was not sure why; he knew that she was not ill. She was also most definitely not angry with him. That was extremely obvious from the activities which went on each evening in the privacy of their quarters. Nor did she seem to be angry with anyone else, or dissatisfied in any way. Still not sure what it was that she wanted, he managed to procure a box of her favorite chocolates, subduing his desire to consume them on the spot. He also obtained a large bouquet of red roses and lilies, knowing how much she liked both kinds of flowers. On the day in question, he rose while she was still sleeping and brought both out from hiding, arranging them on the table in her quarters before slipping back into bed beside her. This was not a duty day, they could remain in bed as long as she wished.
And when she began to rouse, it was very obvious that that was exactly what she wished to do. One quick trip into the bathroom, and she was back, sliding down his body to assault him with tongue and teeth and lips, as well as fingers, making him shudder and groan and growl at her as his lok twitched and jerked and swelled from her ministrations. When he was on the edge of his control, she rose over him and slid down, seating him firmly and deeply within her body, rocking back and forth, moaning, until he grabbed her hips and thrust up at her, flooding her with his essence while she convulsed about him, sending him into the white hot light of ecstasy.
She folded herself down, and lay her head on his shoulder, breast still heaving against him, and bit his neck while she was still panting for breath. He growled at her, his hands moving over her body, touching, caressing, making her moan and cry out at him. Twice more she convulsed about him before she collapsed, all limp, the link between them flooded with satiation. He held her and stroked her softly as she slid back into sleep, lying there for some time treasuring the sensations she had roused in him.
When she woke again, they showered, very leisurely. He made sure that she was entirely limp again before he turned the water off, having held her above him as he tasted her thoroughly, before pulling her down his body to empale her with his painfully engorged lok, raising and lowering her body until she screamed at him and pulled him back into the ecstasy with her.
She seemed just slightly uncoordinated while they were drying off, and he realized she had had nothing to eat yet this day. He carried her back to the bed and arranged her against the pile of pillows she had there. And then he went to the synthesizer and brought back strawberries drenched in sweet cream and fed them to her, one by one, followed by soft sweet biscuits, laden with orange marmalade. She sighed and licked her lips, and pulled him back into the bed, running her hands through the dark hair on his chest, playing with the flat nipples that hid there until they throbbed, as did other parts of him.
When she had finished her games, and was laying sated again, he arranged her over him, and covered her up, and let her sleep again. It appeared that she had had her own plans about what they would do this day, and he could not say that he found them unappealing. No, not at all.