Curiosity got the better of her more quickly than she liked to admit was possible. But then, even when she'd been a barbaric savage, he'd been impossible to resist.
She was off the bed and at the bathroom door in seconds.
.
He was beautiful.
Not many would use that word to describe her lover.
She looked beyond the outer packaging — though that held an appeal of its own — to see an allure no human man could ever inspire.
Lean muscle corded under skin that had loosened and rippled with age. His thick hair, though no longer a dark shining cap, remained precisely — even severely — cut, a visual reminder of the controlled power he possessed.
Long fingers curled around the warmest part of him as water turned silver hair dark grey and cascaded over broad shoulders and dripped down thighs that made her mouth run dry.
"Astra Boipuso." Her startled eyes flew up to meet his. She'd been too captivated by the motion of his right hand — sliding up and down, squeezing, his thumb tracing lazy circles — to notice he was watching her watch him. "Join me."
Without saying another word, he compelled her to heed his order, made her want to obey.
She stepped forward.
.
.
She had followed him, as he had known she would. He did not stop the motion of his hand against his lok. Her lips parted as her hungry eyes were inevitably drawn back to the thick, green-tinged appendage.
"Say it," he ordered, purposely deepening his voice just watch her shiver.
She looked up at him, eyes wide with confusion, pupils dilated with yearning.
"Say…?"
He slid the long fingers of his left hand around her waist, then down to caress her deliciously rounded coi'alar and draw her slightly closer.
"You did not say 'please,' Astra Boipuso," he murmured.
"Please?" she snorted, derision replacing desire. "You expect me to beg you to give me what you so clearly need to give." Impatient eyes flicked down to his tumescent lok.
She missed the smile tugging at his lips.
"If you do not ask nicely, I shall continue as I have begun," he told her. His hand closed around his member again, squeezing as he moved up its length. With no small measure of satisfaction, he noticed her tongue dart out to the corner of her mouth.
"You wouldn't dare!" Astra stamped one small foot. The sound was almost lost under the rush of water.
"Indeed I would," he told her. "You pronounced a desire for me to be 'in charge' during this encounter. I am fully capable of controlling of my own climax."
He ran his thumb over his lok'um and did not deign to suppress the shudder of pleasure he brought himself.
.
Her feet slipped out from under her. Before she could fall to the hard shower floor, strong hands were gripping her hips and lifting.
With effortless strength, he held her motionless, centimeters above the head of his cock. Deep green veins throbbed against paler skin pulled taut as he continued to grow for her. She couldn't move her eyes from its masculine beauty. She couldn't stop her legs from instinctively moving to wrap around his waist.
"No." His denial made her fingers ache to clutch and claw over him, forcing him closer, to give her the fulfillment only he could provide. "Say 'please,' Ms. Boipuso," he said again.
Astra trembled in his hands and strained forward in spite of his directive. Her hands gripped his shoulders, reveling in the play of muscle beneath crepe-paper skin. She bit down on her tongue, refusing to give in to the demand.
He leaned forward, just out of the stream of warm water — still holding her pussy just out of reach of his shaft — and, brushing his lips against the shell of her ear, growled, "Say it!"
"Please, Mr. Spock," she managed, dismayed to find her voice was a whimper. "Please fuck me!"
He stood in the center of the shower cubicle, his legs braced apart, his eyes burning into hers. Triceps bulged as he lowered her onto his throbbing cock, then slowly pulled her up. All thought of embarrassment fled. Her breasts were crushed against his chest and he was filling her, slowly dragging her off then filling her again. Over and over. The sensation of his hair-roughened skin against her silken smoothness heightened the already overwhelming pleasure.
She couldn't breathe. Couldn't snatch enough air to fill her lungs.
Until she was air, expanding, exploding, molecules rushing apart in dance of light and heat.
.
.
Astra convulsed around his lok, the muscles of her keshtan-ur coaxing him towards completion. He held back, delaying his dan-sanosh'guv. Her climax had come more quickly than in their previous encounters, but he was not ready to end this joining.
Spock slid her up his length again, holding her poised at the pinnacle of his lok for several moments before plunging her back down once more. Her choked cry set him in motion, finding a new rhythm timed to pulse of her keshtan-ur. Every hard thrust making her tremble and sob, begging him for release, entreating him to stop, commanding him to never stop.
"Manners, Ms. Boipuso," he admonished, "are of utmost importance." But, compliance was appealing. He bent almost double, teeth scraping over dark, protruding nipples to elicit a guttural, approving moan. She shattered against him again, and still, he maintained the steady cadence that would push them both over the edge.
Astra gasped out her third and fourth orgasms before Spock let go of the last of his control.
He captured her lips with his, pouring a roar of triumph down her throat as his throbbing lok pumped stream after searing stream of sa-nei-masu into her keshtan-ur.
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She didn't know how long she slept, but the moon was rising when she opened her eyes to find him watching her. Heavy limbs and a sense of deep satisfaction made her loath to move, but memory followed quickly on the heels of consciousness. Her heart lurched.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
Spock raised a brow, the gesture all the more painful in its familiarity.
"For what?"
Astra couldn't meet his gaze any longer, so she gazed at the moon.
"I shouldn't have made you do that," she said. "I've tried so hard not to be… what I was."
She felt his warm fingers grasping her chin, turning her head until she had no choice but to look into his… sparkling, mischief-filled eyes!
"My beautiful, glorious, star of freedom," he crooned, reaching across the cool sheets to touch her cheek, "did you hear me complaining?"
A/N: The word "dan-sanosh'guv' is my personal translation for "orgasm." You're unlikely to find it in any dictionary. I used the prefix dan- (superlative), added sanosh (pleasure) and compounded them with a shortened form of guvik (sexual). "Keshtan-ur" is the clinical term for "vagina" and "sa-nei-masu" means "semen." "Um" means "tip" or "apex."
EDIT: It seemed only fitting to rename this chapter for the song that inspired me to finish it. Thanks to Chris Isaak and to the women of Writers Anonymous.
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek or any of its characters or concepts.