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1/22/2012

Sexy Beast (11/20)

Fire

Uhura was on the bed, staring up at Spock, fire in her heart, fire in her mind.  She was very aware that her words would have the intended effect.  He was above her, caressing her face with his long, elegant fingers, trailing them over her eyebrows, nose and lips.

“Nyota,” he said.

She thought that it would be hurried; frenzied from the way he picked her up.  Instead, he put her down, removed his clothes and got on the bed with her.  He opened her robe so that they could be skin to skin.  She was so soft, so warm, and he was so far gone that he wasn’t sure he’d ever find his way back.  It was illogical, but it was, and it was something he had no choice but to own.  She was choosing to have this with him; she wanted to experience it with him.

The part of Spock’s psyche that was in charge merely recognized that she would have given in to him eventually.  Even with that acknowledged, he was still elated that she decided to do it.  He removed the robe, pulled off her panties and pressed against her, kissing her lips.  Here, now, it was bliss not to think or analyze.  Just to feel and enjoy. 

Uhura put her arms around him and yielded.  Spock would know what she wanted and she would let him handle it however he chose.  Right now, it felt good to have him in her arms, to have his body against hers, his tongue in her mouth.  It was electric.  He moved her hip, bringing it up so that he could get closer.   His kisses were slow, long, intense and addicting.  She let him lead and moved with him, delighting in the fact that he knew how to kiss.

This was something she obviously missed before.  Or maybe she hadn’t truly appreciated it.  No matter.  She was going to enjoy it now.

“Mmn,” she murmured.  “Mmn, Spock…”

He paused and looked at her.  “Nyota?”

“No, don’t stop,” she said.  “I’m enjoying this.  You really know how to kiss.  You can’t tell that I like it?"

“I want you to trust me, so we must take miniscule steps right now.  I will assume nothing.  I will ask to be sure.  Is that to your liking?”

“Yes,” she said.  “Kiss me.”

He obliged.  Uhura felt herself turning into liquid heat, breath coming in wheezy spurts when he released her mouth.  He felt so good.  “Um,” she said, finding her hands knotted in his hair.  She found it quite liberating to feel, to experience.  Then he grabbed her hips and rolled over, bringing her atop him.  Uhura gasped, staring down into his eyes.  Spock ran his hands up and down her body and then cupped her breasts.  He thumbed her nipples and watched them tighten.

“What?” she breathed, relaxing into a natural straddle.   “What are you doing?”

She sat astride his waist, cognizant of his erection against her belly.  She found her new position pleasing.  It gave her a sense of control.

“I want you to get to know me,” he said.  “You need to learn my body.”

Uhura bit her lip and nodded.  He was right.  Spock knew hers so well.  It was fair to learn his, to get familiar with the instrument of her pleasure.  If she believed what he said and she did.

She trailed her fingers over his face, moving over the planes and curves with deliberate intensity.  This was what her universe’s Spock felt like.  Once upon a time, she wanted to get to know him like in such a way; to know what it would be like to be intimate with him.  Then she had to stop herself.  The man underneath her was Spock.  He closed his eyes as she swept her thumbs over his eyelids and down the bridge of his nose.  He inhaled softly as she splayed her fingers against his cheeks. 

Uhura touched his beard, veeing her fingers so that she could graze both sides of his goatee.  The hairs tickled her skin and she sighed as she ran her fingers over it.  Then she slid the tips of her fingers over his lips, which had a natural curve and a pink tinge that other women would kill for.  The man was dangerously attractive.  She had always thought so.

“You have beautiful lips,” she murmured.  Spock opened his eyes and his mouth, taking two of her fingers inside.  Her breath caught and she let him suck her fingertips, feeling herself go at the sublime sensation. 

“Oh,” she said. 

Yet another thing she liked.

Spock merely stared at her before turning his gaze down to her fingers.  After a moment, he released them and she continued her exploration.  Uhura leaned over and kissed the space between his nose and cheek, hearing his breath catch.

It appeared that this was just as passionate for him as it was for her.

“Kiss me,” he said.

Kissing him from her new perspective was golden.  She took the lead and explored his mouth, pressing her knuckles against his cheeks.  Uhura rubbed her nose against his and sighed, feeling herself get unbelievably wet.  She brushed her lips over and around his goatee, loving the feel of it.  That was the one thing that stimulated her from the beginning.  She rubbed her cheek against it, sighing again while closing her eyes.   Unbelievable.

“Nyota,” he whispered.

Uhura moved down, gliding over his neck and shoulders, brushing the backs of her fingers against his chest.  The hair stood up and he moaned, grasping her hips.  He could feel her arousal dripping and it was driving him insane.  But she wanted to learn his body and he wanted her to do it.

He was slim and muscular and it was so very appealing.  If he didn’t have zero body fat, then he came damned close.  Uhura closed her eyes and touched him; finding his tender places and sensitive spots and elicited the type of response she always seemed to give him.  She leaned over and moved her hips carefully over his erection, positioning herself so that it bobbed against her belly.  He inhaled sharply and groaned.

“Are you uncomfortable?  Does it hurt?”

“No,” he said.  “I am quite stimulated, but I wish for you to take your time.”

She put her thumbs over his nipples and moved them in tight little circles.  He gasped, closed his eyes and bucked his hips.  Uhura couldn’t help but enjoy the rush of power.  It was a drug.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Do it again,” he said.

Smiling, she moved her thumbs over his nipples again and he twitched once more.  She leaned down and kissed each one, deeply satisfied that he could not help grabbing her hair.  She pressed a kiss against his sternum and gently made her way down.  He guided her head, eyes closed, lips parted.

“Nyota,” he said again.

Uhura moved her hands up and down, back and forth, sliding down to the point where she rested between his spread legs.  Face to face with his penis, she cupped it in her hands and ran the backs of her fingers against the underside.  He twitched again.

She had not had the chance to examine it before, but she remembered how it filled her mouth, how warm it had been and how the taste of him was pleasantly indescribable.  She never let on how much she enjoyed that; but understanding now, she was aware that he knew she did.  Logic and desire guided her as she moved her fingers over his shaft, eagerly investigating, cataloguing sensitive spots, touching places that produced favorable responses.  A bead of liquid seeped out of the head and she ran a fingertip over it.  Uhura then slipped her finger in her mouth. 

“Mmn,” she said, her tone curious.  Spock didn’t say anything, but watched her with his hands folded behind his head.  Uhura looked at him and closed her lips around his head, taking her time.  She felt his response immediately.  She kept her mouth just over the head, flitting her tongue back and forth over the opening while cupping his testicles.  To his credit, he kept his hands calmly folded behind his head and his eyes on her, but his heart rate sped up along with his breathing.  She pretended not to notice, but she felt the pulse of his femoral artery.  Uhura knew she was in total command of him and she liked it.

“Don’t come until I tell you to,” she said, looking him directly in the eyes.

“I will endeavor not to,” he said, his voice strained.

She kept her eyes on his and impulsively moved upwards, encasing his erection between her breasts.  The heat of him was indescribable and intoxicating.  He gasped when he found himself buried in her cleavage.  Spock closed his eyes and willed himself to keep from coming.  It took almost every iota of his Vulcan discipline.

“Don’t you dare, Spock,” she said, watching him.   “For your sake, you’d better not.”

“I…am…trying,” he murmured.  He shuddered.  Another moment and he wouldn’t be able to help it.

Uhura closed her own eyes and slowly moved up and down, overcome with pleasure.  Was this how he felt when he led?  She could see why he liked it; it was heady, making him lose control bit by bit.  Intuition was her conductor and she bumped her tender nipples against the head of his cock before taking it once again into her mouth.  She decided that she liked the taste of him. 

She teased him until she knew he couldn’t stand it.  It was in his expression.

“Come for me,” she said.  “Now.”

Spock lost it shortly thereafter.  Uhura watched greedily as he gripped the sheets with white knuckles and bucked against her as he climaxed.  He was moaning and murmuring things in Vulcan, so fast and so low she couldn’t hear him.  It didn’t matter because she understood the nature of his exclamations.

After some time, Spock was able to talk to her.  Uhura lay against him, absorbing his marvelous body heat.

“You enjoyed that,” he said.

“I did,” she replied.

“It was most agreeable.”

“It felt good too,” she said.  If anything, she was going to become adept at giving and receiving pleasure, if nothing else.  She wondered briefly if she was a closet hedonist.

“I am glad,” he said.  “I want you to be satisfied.”

“I’m not satisfied yet,” she said, dragging a fingernail over his chest.

“I am aware,” he replied.  “I shall need another moment, but I want to make a request.”

“What is it?”

“I want you to ride me,” he said.

Uhura looked into his eyes.  “You mean you want me on top?”

“Yes.  For now, I want you to be in total control.  I want you to know how it feels so that you will understand the satisfaction I feel when our experience begins.”

She bit her lip.  “Fascinating.  You know, I thought that with the way you carried me to the bed that you were going to give me the screw of my life.  I mean, that was straight out of one of my love stories.”  It was standard procedure, in fact.

“Which I understand that you do not read anymore.”

“I don’t care for them now.  They seem like so much silly drivel.”

“I am certain that they served some purpose,” Spock said, moving his hands to her hips. 

“Once upon a time,” Uhura replied, pressing closer to him.   “No pun intended.”

Spock kissed her larynx and she inhaled sharply.  “Um,” she said.

“I’m ready.” 

Uhura closed her eyes and sat up once again.  She’d read about this position in some of Spock’s books, as well as her own.  She figured it would take a moment or two to get used to it, but she was game for anything he wanted to show her.  She was eager for the experience.  She straddled him and he slowly made his way in, bracing one of her hips.  Spock watched her face, devouring her expression.  He knew that she would like being on top.  She might be an awakening submissive, but there was definitely a bit of a control freak in her as well.  He wanted all of it, all of her.  He could appreciate the duality of her nature.

“Slowly,” he whispered as he held her hips while helping her slide down.  “Don’t rush it, take your time.”

Uhura bit her lip again, adjusting to the sensation.  He was so hard.  She pressed her hands against his chest and stared at him.  “Mmn,” she murmured.  “It feels…ooh, it feels…”

Spock gave a quick upward thrust and knew immediately how she felt.  He already knew he liked having her on top.  It was good.

“Oh Spock, oh…oh, I  like  this position….” She could feel him all around, everywhere, hard and secure as if up in her was where he belonged.

“I will guide you,” he said.  “You allow your natural instinct to take over, but I will begin.”  He began to move and she braced against him, not able to do any more other than receive, and it was glorious.

“Ah,” she breathed.  His thrusts were slow and intense.  “Spock, this feels so good…”  Instinctively, she leaned over and began to move her hips in time with his.  She could not hold back her satisfaction, her enjoyment and her natural rhythm took over.  Spock moved his hands to her waist to steady her and then could do little more than lie there and stare up into her face.  It was contorted in passion, in bliss, in excitement.  He knew that she didn’t know how beautiful she looked; he would have to find a way to show her.  Not that he had a reason to be dissatisfied before, but now it was as if a fuse had been lit.  He knew that she would be an extraordinary lover, a woman who could indeed handle him and all of his little quirks.

She was getting into it, staring at him as she began moving faster.  Uhura knew that she would feel the discomfort later, but right now he  felt too damned good.

“Ride me, Nyota,” he said, closing his eyes as she bobbed up and down on his slick dick, willing to hand over everything to her until he decided to take it back.  Which he planned to do very soon.  But this, this was just too unbelievable to relinquish just yet.  He would let it last as long as he could, but he was sensing more from her.

“Spock,” she gasped, closing her eyes every time she felt him graze her spot.  She was acutely aware of how much she liked being on top.  While it was good before, it was exponentially better now.  And she was about to climax.

She closed her eyes but had to open them again just to see the expression on his face.  Spock was not a man known for wearing his heart on his sleeve.  His outward façade was as sedate and expressionless as his inner self was as passionate and explosive.  His intensity bubbled like a caldera and it was exhilarating to see him erupt.  She was coming to appreciate the duality of his nature.

“Ride me, Nyota,” he encouraged.  “Ride me.”

Hearing him say it made her twang like a guitar string.  Uhura groaned, squeezing her eyes shut, feeling herself give over to the wave that was building within.  She didn’t know how much longer she could go, but then she didn’t have to.  With the quickness that she was coming to appreciate, Spock grabbed her waist and rolled over.  He planted his arms on either side of her and thrusted hard and fast.  Uhura put her hands on his shoulders and spread her thighs to give him more room.

‘Yes!’ 

“Spock,” she said, wanting to say it but part of her still held back.  “Spock, please…”

“Tell me,” he demanded.  “Tell me.”

Uhura met his eyes; the heat in them matched hers.  Spock slowed to lean close and stole a kiss.  Then he said, “You know what you want me to do, so tell me what to do.  I need you to say it, Nyota.  Say it.”

“Spock, please…” she moaned, closing her eyes.  “Please…”

“Say it!”  He was near ferocious in his desire and wanted to pound into her, but deliberately kept it slow to stretch it out until she could muster the courage to demand that he give her what she wanted.  At this point, he didn’t know which of them would last the longest.

“Dear God,” she breathed.  “Spock…please fuck me!”

To her chagrin, he stopped and pulled out.  She nearly screamed.  Then she saw him lean over the bed and grab something.

“What are you doing?  Spock, what are you doing?”

“I’m going to fuck you,” he said.  When he came back up, he held his gold sash in one hand.  Uhura stared at it, at him, and felt a flush of erotic desire flow through her like electricity.  Was he going to tie her up?  Was he going to gag her? 

‘Oh dear sweet Mother Mary…’

Spock stared at her and tied one end of the sash around her waist.  Uhura didn’t have a chance to protest or question his action before he tied the other end around his waist.  Then he pinned her arms to the bed with one hand and found his way back inside with the other.

His face was bare micrometers from hers and he had her wrists clamped on either side of her head.  Overcome, overwhelmed, she tried to nip at his lip but he moved.  His thrusts were rapid and he channeled his discipline to remain in control and pleasure her for as long as he could.

Uhura let herself go.  She could not believe that she was tied to this man, this man who was giving it to her; who was fucking her the way she wanted…and it was magnificent!

He released her hands and held her hips, angling her so that he could go deeper.  She looked at him through a haze of lust and need, trying to speak but finding the words difficult to form.  “Spock…oh…oh please…please…harder…!”

She bucked her hips as if to insist that he do as she ordered.

“Tell me…tell me how you want it, Nyota,” he breathed.  He already knew but he wanted her to get used to saying it until they reached a point where it was truly understood.  “Tell me.  Say it.”

In her haze, she recalled the memory of her bed hitting the wall.  “Turn me over,” she breathed.  “Get me on my knees…”

He pulled out and maneuvered her.  The sash was already damp with sweat and it slid around her waist easily.  Spock brought her up on all fours.

“Put your face in the pillow, Miss Uhura,” he said.

She obeyed, losing herself to her desire.  Spock grabbed her hips as he was enveloped within her wet, slick heat.  It felt as if it sucked him in, pulling him inside of its own volition, as if neither he nor she had any control over their bodies.  The sash was pulled taut, literally tying them together.  Uhura arched her back and slipped a hand between her thighs to stimulate herself.  A little more was all she needed and then it was all over…

Spock watched her, taking it all in.  “Yes,” he said, pulsing rhythmically.  “Yes, Nyota…that’s right…”

She was out of her mind, out of her body, outside of time, outside of space.  Uhura felt herself collapsing all around Spock and it didn’t take very long for the supernova to occur.  She climaxed, feeling it deep within; a nuclear explosion, a raging firestorm that spread from her core outward.  Her whole body trembled uncontrollably and she squirted all over the bed.  Uhura bit her lip hard enough to draw blood.  The incoherent sounds that escaped her pleased Spock and when he felt her orgasm, it was as if she yanked him in and he climaxed moments later.  They came down as one, tied together, locked together; a rippling, seething bundle of sexy, steamy, satisfied sighs.

*

She awoke with a dull ache between her thighs and in her lower abdomen.  Blinking, Uhura turned her head to find the chronometer and was discouraged to find that it was 0300 hours.  Three o’clock in the damn morning. 

Memories flashed through her mind.  Spock carried her to bed like one of the roguish pirates in her romance novels but then gave her control of the sex that followed.  There was no doubt in her mind that he picked up on one of her subconscious desires and used it to further her pleasure.  She did not mind.  Uhura knew that she had yet to learn the extent of her physical needs and the revelation would be educational, informative, and fun.  Spock’s ability to circumvent all that was merely a bonus.  Yet she knew that when the time came for their specific relationship to commence that he would use his gift to draw out of her what she wouldn’t be able to conceptualize.  At first.

“Umn,” she murmured, pressing her cheek into the pillow, feeling him atop her.  They had obviously gone to sleep immediately after what she felt was the best sex she’d ever had.  To date, that was.  The only drawback was that she landed on the wet spot in the bed and Spock landed on top of her.  Uhura closed her eyes and couldn’t help but smile with the tiniest twinge of embarrassment that she had come so hard.  But she accepted that she would no longer harbor any shame for what her body could do when stimulated properly.

Spock shifted, moving off to one side.  It was then that she felt a tug at her waist.  Uhura remembered that he used his sash to tie her to him right before fucking her senseless.  The idea of it; the act of it—she was expecting him to tie her to the bed, but to him?  She still couldn’t believe that he’d done it, but the evidence was there, attached to her waist.

That was not something she read about.  She hoped he would do it again.  It was erotic as hell.

Spock shifted again and pulled her against him.  He put an arm around her and his breathing caught, then relaxed again.  Uhura turned so that she was on her side and out of the damp place and then was asleep once more.


tbc…Fire

Uhura was on the bed, staring up at Spock, fire in her heart, fire in her mind.  She was very aware that her words would have the intended effect.  He was above her, caressing her face with his long, elegant fingers, trailing them over her eyebrows, nose and lips.

“Nyota,” he said.

She thought that it would be hurried; frenzied from the way he picked her up.  Instead, he put her down, removed his clothes and got on the bed with her.  He opened her robe so that they could be skin to skin.  She was so soft, so warm, and he was so far gone that he wasn’t sure he’d ever find his way back.  It was illogical, but it was, and it was something he had no choice but to own.  She was choosing to have this with him; she wanted to experience it with him.

The part of Spock’s psyche that was in charge merely recognized that she would have given in to him eventually.  Even with that acknowledged, he was still elated that she decided to do it.  He removed the robe, pulled off her panties and pressed against her, kissing her lips.  Here, now, it was bliss not to think or analyze.  Just to feel and enjoy. 

Uhura put her arms around him and yielded.  Spock would know what she wanted and she would let him handle it however he chose.  Right now, it felt good to have him in her arms, to have his body against hers, his tongue in her mouth.  It was electric.  He moved her hip, bringing it up so that he could get closer.   His kisses were slow, long, intense and addicting.  She let him lead and moved with him, delighting in the fact that he knew how to kiss.

This was something she obviously missed before.  Or maybe she hadn’t truly appreciated it.  No matter.  She was going to enjoy it now.

“Mmn,” she murmured.  “Mmn, Spock…”

He paused and looked at her.  “Nyota?”

“No, don’t stop,” she said.  “I’m enjoying this.  You really know how to kiss.  You can’t tell that I like it?"

“I want you to trust me, so we must take miniscule steps right now.  I will assume nothing.  I will ask to be sure.  Is that to your liking?”

“Yes,” she said.  “Kiss me.”

He obliged.  Uhura felt herself turning into liquid heat, breath coming in wheezy spurts when he released her mouth.  He felt so good.  “Um,” she said, finding her hands knotted in his hair.  She found it quite liberating to feel, to experience.  Then he grabbed her hips and rolled over, bringing her atop him.  Uhura gasped, staring down into his eyes.  Spock ran his hands up and down her body and then cupped her breasts.  He thumbed her nipples and watched them tighten.

“What?” she breathed, relaxing into a natural straddle.   “What are you doing?”

She sat astride his waist, cognizant of his erection against her belly.  She found her new position pleasing.  It gave her a sense of control.

“I want you to get to know me,” he said.  “You need to learn my body.”

Uhura bit her lip and nodded.  He was right.  Spock knew hers so well.  It was fair to learn his, to get familiar with the instrument of her pleasure.  If she believed what he said and she did.

She trailed her fingers over his face, moving over the planes and curves with deliberate intensity.  This was what her universe’s Spock felt like.  Once upon a time, she wanted to get to know him like in such a way; to know what it would be like to be intimate with him.  Then she had to stop herself.  The man underneath her was Spock.  He closed his eyes as she swept her thumbs over his eyelids and down the bridge of his nose.  He inhaled softly as she splayed her fingers against his cheeks. 

Uhura touched his beard, veeing her fingers so that she could graze both sides of his goatee.  The hairs tickled her skin and she sighed as she ran her fingers over it.  Then she slid the tips of her fingers over his lips, which had a natural curve and a pink tinge that other women would kill for.  The man was dangerously attractive.  She had always thought so.

“You have beautiful lips,” she murmured.  Spock opened his eyes and his mouth, taking two of her fingers inside.  Her breath caught and she let him suck her fingertips, feeling herself go at the sublime sensation. 

“Oh,” she said. 

Yet another thing she liked.

Spock merely stared at her before turning his gaze down to her fingers.  After a moment, he released them and she continued her exploration.  Uhura leaned over and kissed the space between his nose and cheek, hearing his breath catch.

It appeared that this was just as passionate for him as it was for her.

“Kiss me,” he said.

Kissing him from her new perspective was golden.  She took the lead and explored his mouth, pressing her knuckles against his cheeks.  Uhura rubbed her nose against his and sighed, feeling herself get unbelievably wet.  She brushed her lips over and around his goatee, loving the feel of it.  That was the one thing that stimulated her from the beginning.  She rubbed her cheek against it, sighing again while closing her eyes.   Unbelievable.

“Nyota,” he whispered.

Uhura moved down, gliding over his neck and shoulders, brushing the backs of her fingers against his chest.  The hair stood up and he moaned, grasping her hips.  He could feel her arousal dripping and it was driving him insane.  But she wanted to learn his body and he wanted her to do it.

He was slim and muscular and it was so very appealing.  If he didn’t have zero body fat, then he came damned close.  Uhura closed her eyes and touched him; finding his tender places and sensitive spots and elicited the type of response she always seemed to give him.  She leaned over and moved her hips carefully over his erection, positioning herself so that it bobbed against her belly.  He inhaled sharply and groaned.

“Are you uncomfortable?  Does it hurt?”

“No,” he said.  “I am quite stimulated, but I wish for you to take your time.”

She put her thumbs over his nipples and moved them in tight little circles.  He gasped, closed his eyes and bucked his hips.  Uhura couldn’t help but enjoy the rush of power.  It was a drug.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Do it again,” he said.

Smiling, she moved her thumbs over his nipples again and he twitched once more.  She leaned down and kissed each one, deeply satisfied that he could not help grabbing her hair.  She pressed a kiss against his sternum and gently made her way down.  He guided her head, eyes closed, lips parted.

“Nyota,” he said again.

Uhura moved her hands up and down, back and forth, sliding down to the point where she rested between his spread legs.  Face to face with his penis, she cupped it in her hands and ran the backs of her fingers against the underside.  He twitched again.

She had not had the chance to examine it before, but she remembered how it filled her mouth, how warm it had been and how the taste of him was pleasantly indescribable.  She never let on how much she enjoyed that; but understanding now, she was aware that he knew she did.  Logic and desire guided her as she moved her fingers over his shaft, eagerly investigating, cataloguing sensitive spots, touching places that produced favorable responses.  A bead of liquid seeped out of the head and she ran a fingertip over it.  Uhura then slipped her finger in her mouth. 

“Mmn,” she said, her tone curious.  Spock didn’t say anything, but watched her with his hands folded behind his head.  Uhura looked at him and closed her lips around his head, taking her time.  She felt his response immediately.  She kept her mouth just over the head, flitting her tongue back and forth over the opening while cupping his testicles.  To his credit, he kept his hands calmly folded behind his head and his eyes on her, but his heart rate sped up along with his breathing.  She pretended not to notice, but she felt the pulse of his femoral artery.  Uhura knew she was in total command of him and she liked it.

“Don’t come until I tell you to,” she said, looking him directly in the eyes.

“I will endeavor not to,” he said, his voice strained.

She kept her eyes on his and impulsively moved upwards, encasing his erection between her breasts.  The heat of him was indescribable and intoxicating.  He gasped when he found himself buried in her cleavage.  Spock closed his eyes and willed himself to keep from coming.  It took almost every iota of his Vulcan discipline.

“Don’t you dare, Spock,” she said, watching him.   “For your sake, you’d better not.”

“I…am…trying,” he murmured.  He shuddered.  Another moment and he wouldn’t be able to help it.

Uhura closed her own eyes and slowly moved up and down, overcome with pleasure.  Was this how he felt when he led?  She could see why he liked it; it was heady, making him lose control bit by bit.  Intuition was her conductor and she bumped her tender nipples against the head of his cock before taking it once again into her mouth.  She decided that she liked the taste of him. 

She teased him until she knew he couldn’t stand it.  It was in his expression.

“Come for me,” she said.  “Now.”

Spock lost it shortly thereafter.  Uhura watched greedily as he gripped the sheets with white knuckles and bucked against her as he climaxed.  He was moaning and murmuring things in Vulcan, so fast and so low she couldn’t hear him.  It didn’t matter because she understood the nature of his exclamations.

After some time, Spock was able to talk to her.  Uhura lay against him, absorbing his marvelous body heat.

“You enjoyed that,” he said.

“I did,” she replied.

“It was most agreeable.”

“It felt good too,” she said.  If anything, she was going to become adept at giving and receiving pleasure, if nothing else.  She wondered briefly if she was a closet hedonist.

“I am glad,” he said.  “I want you to be satisfied.”

“I’m not satisfied yet,” she said, dragging a fingernail over his chest.

“I am aware,” he replied.  “I shall need another moment, but I want to make a request.”

“What is it?”

“I want you to ride me,” he said.

Uhura looked into his eyes.  “You mean you want me on top?”

“Yes.  For now, I want you to be in total control.  I want you to know how it feels so that you will understand the satisfaction I feel when our experience begins.”

She bit her lip.  “Fascinating.  You know, I thought that with the way you carried me to the bed that you were going to give me the screw of my life.  I mean, that was straight out of one of my love stories.”  It was standard procedure, in fact.

“Which I understand that you do not read anymore.”

“I don’t care for them now.  They seem like so much silly drivel.”

“I am certain that they served some purpose,” Spock said, moving his hands to her hips. 

“Once upon a time,” Uhura replied, pressing closer to him.   “No pun intended.”

Spock kissed her larynx and she inhaled sharply.  “Um,” she said.

“I’m ready.” 

Uhura closed her eyes and sat up once again.  She’d read about this position in some of Spock’s books, as well as her own.  She figured it would take a moment or two to get used to it, but she was game for anything he wanted to show her.  She was eager for the experience.  She straddled him and he slowly made his way in, bracing one of her hips.  Spock watched her face, devouring her expression.  He knew that she would like being on top.  She might be an awakening submissive, but there was definitely a bit of a control freak in her as well.  He wanted all of it, all of her.  He could appreciate the duality of her nature.

“Slowly,” he whispered as he held her hips while helping her slide down.  “Don’t rush it, take your time.”

Uhura bit her lip again, adjusting to the sensation.  He was so hard.  She pressed her hands against his chest and stared at him.  “Mmn,” she murmured.  “It feels…ooh, it feels…”

Spock gave a quick upward thrust and knew immediately how she felt.  He already knew he liked having her on top.  It was good.

“Oh Spock, oh…oh, I  like  this position….” She could feel him all around, everywhere, hard and secure as if up in her was where he belonged.

“I will guide you,” he said.  “You allow your natural instinct to take over, but I will begin.”  He began to move and she braced against him, not able to do any more other than receive, and it was glorious.

“Ah,” she breathed.  His thrusts were slow and intense.  “Spock, this feels so good…”  Instinctively, she leaned over and began to move her hips in time with his.  She could not hold back her satisfaction, her enjoyment and her natural rhythm took over.  Spock moved his hands to her waist to steady her and then could do little more than lie there and stare up into her face.  It was contorted in passion, in bliss, in excitement.  He knew that she didn’t know how beautiful she looked; he would have to find a way to show her.  Not that he had a reason to be dissatisfied before, but now it was as if a fuse had been lit.  He knew that she would be an extraordinary lover, a woman who could indeed handle him and all of his little quirks.

She was getting into it, staring at him as she began moving faster.  Uhura knew that she would feel the discomfort later, but right now he  felt too damned good.

“Ride me, Nyota,” he said, closing his eyes as she bobbed up and down on his slick dick, willing to hand over everything to her until he decided to take it back.  Which he planned to do very soon.  But this, this was just too unbelievable to relinquish just yet.  He would let it last as long as he could, but he was sensing more from her.

“Spock,” she gasped, closing her eyes every time she felt him graze her spot.  She was acutely aware of how much she liked being on top.  While it was good before, it was exponentially better now.  And she was about to climax.

She closed her eyes but had to open them again just to see the expression on his face.  Spock was not a man known for wearing his heart on his sleeve.  His outward façade was as sedate and expressionless as his inner self was as passionate and explosive.  His intensity bubbled like a caldera and it was exhilarating to see him erupt.  She was coming to appreciate the duality of his nature.

“Ride me, Nyota,” he encouraged.  “Ride me.”

Hearing him say it made her twang like a guitar string.  Uhura groaned, squeezing her eyes shut, feeling herself give over to the wave that was building within.  She didn’t know how much longer she could go, but then she didn’t have to.  With the quickness that she was coming to appreciate, Spock grabbed her waist and rolled over.  He planted his arms on either side of her and thrusted hard and fast.  Uhura put her hands on his shoulders and spread her thighs to give him more room.

‘Yes!’ 

“Spock,” she said, wanting to say it but part of her still held back.  “Spock, please…”

“Tell me,” he demanded.  “Tell me.”

Uhura met his eyes; the heat in them matched hers.  Spock slowed to lean close and stole a kiss.  Then he said, “You know what you want me to do, so tell me what to do.  I need you to say it, Nyota.  Say it.”

“Spock, please…” she moaned, closing her eyes.  “Please…”

“Say it!”  He was near ferocious in his desire and wanted to pound into her, but deliberately kept it slow to stretch it out until she could muster the courage to demand that he give her what she wanted.  At this point, he didn’t know which of them would last the longest.

“Dear God,” she breathed.  “Spock…please fuck me!”

To her chagrin, he stopped and pulled out.  She nearly screamed.  Then she saw him lean over the bed and grab something.

“What are you doing?  Spock, what are you doing?”

“I’m going to fuck you,” he said.  When he came back up, he held his gold sash in one hand.  Uhura stared at it, at him, and felt a flush of erotic desire flow through her like electricity.  Was he going to tie her up?  Was he going to gag her? 

‘Oh dear sweet Mother Mary…’

Spock stared at her and tied one end of the sash around her waist.  Uhura didn’t have a chance to protest or question his action before he tied the other end around his waist.  Then he pinned her arms to the bed with one hand and found his way back inside with the other.

His face was bare micrometers from hers and he had her wrists clamped on either side of her head.  Overcome, overwhelmed, she tried to nip at his lip but he moved.  His thrusts were rapid and he channeled his discipline to remain in control and pleasure her for as long as he could.

Uhura let herself go.  She could not believe that she was tied to this man, this man who was giving it to her; who was fucking her the way she wanted…and it was magnificent!

He released her hands and held her hips, angling her so that he could go deeper.  She looked at him through a haze of lust and need, trying to speak but finding the words difficult to form.  “Spock…oh…oh please…please…harder…!”

She bucked her hips as if to insist that he do as she ordered.

“Tell me…tell me how you want it, Nyota,” he breathed.  He already knew but he wanted her to get used to saying it until they reached a point where it was truly understood.  “Tell me.  Say it.”

In her haze, she recalled the memory of her bed hitting the wall.  “Turn me over,” she breathed.  “Get me on my knees…”

He pulled out and maneuvered her.  The sash was already damp with sweat and it slid around her waist easily.  Spock brought her up on all fours.

“Put your face in the pillow, Miss Uhura,” he said.

She obeyed, losing herself to her desire.  Spock grabbed her hips as he was enveloped within her wet, slick heat.  It felt as if it sucked him in, pulling him inside of its own volition, as if neither he nor she had any control over their bodies.  The sash was pulled taut, literally tying them together.  Uhura arched her back and slipped a hand between her thighs to stimulate herself.  A little more was all she needed and then it was all over…

Spock watched her, taking it all in.  “Yes,” he said, pulsing rhythmically.  “Yes, Nyota…that’s right…”

She was out of her mind, out of her body, outside of time, outside of space.  Uhura felt herself collapsing all around Spock and it didn’t take very long for the supernova to occur.  She climaxed, feeling it deep within; a nuclear explosion, a raging firestorm that spread from her core outward.  Her whole body trembled uncontrollably and she squirted all over the bed.  Uhura bit her lip hard enough to draw blood.  The incoherent sounds that escaped her pleased Spock and when he felt her orgasm, it was as if she yanked him in and he climaxed moments later.  They came down as one, tied together, locked together; a rippling, seething bundle of sexy, steamy, satisfied sighs.

*

She awoke with a dull ache between her thighs and in her lower abdomen.  Blinking, Uhura turned her head to find the chronometer and was discouraged to find that it was 0300 hours.  Three o’clock in the damn morning. 

Memories flashed through her mind.  Spock carried her to bed like one of the roguish pirates in her romance novels but then gave her control of the sex that followed.  There was no doubt in her mind that he picked up on one of her subconscious desires and used it to further her pleasure.  She did not mind.  Uhura knew that she had yet to learn the extent of her physical needs and the revelation would be educational, informative, and fun.  Spock’s ability to circumvent all that was merely a bonus.  Yet she knew that when the time came for their specific relationship to commence that he would use his gift to draw out of her what she wouldn’t be able to conceptualize.  At first.

“Umn,” she murmured, pressing her cheek into the pillow, feeling him atop her.  They had obviously gone to sleep immediately after what she felt was the best sex she’d ever had.  To date, that was.  The only drawback was that she landed on the wet spot in the bed and Spock landed on top of her.  Uhura closed her eyes and couldn’t help but smile with the tiniest twinge of embarrassment that she had come so hard.  But she accepted that she would no longer harbor any shame for what her body could do when stimulated properly.

Spock shifted, moving off to one side.  It was then that she felt a tug at her waist.  Uhura remembered that he used his sash to tie her to him right before fucking her senseless.  The idea of it; the act of it—she was expecting him to tie her to the bed, but to him?  She still couldn’t believe that he’d done it, but the evidence was there, attached to her waist.

That was not something she read about.  She hoped he would do it again.  It was erotic as hell.

Spock shifted again and pulled her against him.  He put an arm around her and his breathing caught, then relaxed again.  Uhura turned so that she was on her side and out of the damp place and then was asleep once more.


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