Rating: NC-17
Genres: missing scene, romance, smut
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Warning!!!! The story will have a ref or two that Trip was not T'Pol's first sexual partner. If this bothers you, I strongly suggest you do not read further.
A/N: Thank you Honeybee for your saintly patience and help.
Disclaimer: Of course, Star Trek characters do not belong to me.
T'Pol pushed down and his pants crumpled until they were nothing more than a pile at his feet. The sight of him fully aroused for her caused her thighs to pulse.
His eyes locked with hers and the fine hairs along her body stood on end as a current swept through her body in response. Her skin tingled and already erect nipples felt the movement of air from his heavy breaths.
Trip sat on the bed and reached for her. Strong, masculine hands summoned her body to connect to his just as his eyes that reached deep within her, demanded their katras to join as well.
Straddling his lap, T'Pol felt the hairs along his legs brush against her skin and would have tickled under other circumstances. Instead her skin tingled and vibrated from the inside of her calves to her inner thighs and continued upward.
Her body braced firmly to his as he supported her from behind, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed her lips to his, seeking the moisture she wanted.
She accessed his mouth with her tongue and savored its decadent moisture. As their tongues dueled, the minor power struggle caused her senses sizzle.
A slight pulse between their bodies distracted her, drawing her attention to the fullness between them. Her eyes returned to his and the corners of Trip's mouth pulled back into a slight grin as his eyes intensely focused on her face, her neck, her chest and down to the center of her body that pulled to him tightly.
Her hands slipped between them, grabbing hold of his shaft as she lifted herself slightly. Sliding against him, she prepared to satisfy her need.
Just before she could slide her body along his length, Trip's hands secured her in place. His forehead rested in the crook of her neck and his breath was heavy. "Not yet," he breathed with his voice hoarse as the warm air from his mouth feathered over her breasts.
The feel of her body was beyond anything he'd hoped for. Extremely soft, very hot skin pressed tightly against his own and caused wood to become stone. The taste of her mouth and her forceful tongue against his caused stone to become steel.
When she pulled away and her eyes dipped down to see his erection and with her ass in his hands, Trip was tempted to make the matter between them short and sweet. But he'd thought of this moment for months now. Who was he kidding? He'd dreamt of this moment with T'Pol for years and wasn't going to have it end that quickly. Not if he could help it. He had plans for them tonight.
It didn't help that her hot, slender fingers wound around him and the surge of heat nearly caused his body to shut his mind out of the decision. Or that she seemed just as eager to have him inside her. The inside of her thighs slid against him to position her body and air was sucked out of his lungs instantly.
He held her firmly in place. Barely able to breathe, Trip rested his head against her neck and tried to tell her, "Not yet."
Before he could change his mind, he swiveled his body to lay T'Pol on the bed with her legs still wrapped around him. Her eyes widened for a moment before narrowing.
It wasn't her usual Vulcan look of irritation. This was a look he'd never seen before. Yet, this was the expression he wanted to see on her face for a long as he could. It revealed desire as naked as her body beneath him.
Her hips ground into him and he heard that voice in his head whispering to him again, inviting him, enticing him to bury himself deep within her. He was starting to wonder if the little voice in his head was T'Pol. Vulcans were, after all, telepaths through touch and they certainly were touching.
Trying desperately to think of all he wanted to do other than to just satisfy his needs with the most exhilarating woman he'd ever met, he kissed just below her jaw.
The taste of her was exotic and spicy on his lips and he wanted to taste more of her. His tongue traveled downward in small circles drawn closely on her skin until his face was nested between her two firm peaks.
His tongue wound its way up one breast as it welcomed his tongue with heat and a nipple as firm as a diamond but supple to his touch. She writhed and panted beneath him and he enjoyed the genuine, natural reaction from her.
The other breast beckoned his attention and Trip cupped it with his hand as he continued to play with the small nub of skin with his tongue. His thumb caressed the sensitive pebble and her body trembled.
She gripped his forearms as her body quivered beneath his. If that produced these reactions in her, he wondered.
His teeth tenderly nipped at her nipple as his fingers carefully pinched the other and her shivers became shudders. Her legs tightened and her hips ground into him. Her hands ran up his arms and stopped at his shoulder, clutching them with her nails. It was painful, but not so much that he couldn't enjoy it.
The idea of a quick end didn't seem so bad anymore, so long as he could bury himself deep within her.
With what seemed like superhuman restraint, Trip somehow convinced his body to wait. Continuing his original path, Trip followed the curves of her ribcage with his tongue and dotted her skin with feather-light kisses.
Yes, he had plans for them... for her. Even as he made his way to her taut, flat stomach, he relished her reactions and wondered what more he could cause when he reached his goal.
Actually, he would have preferred a nifty little position, but he hadn't met a willing human woman and was sure the Vulcan below him would find some fault with it.
By the time he'd reached her belly button, her vise-like legs locked around him, preventing him from moving any farther. Trying to convince her to let him go, Trip nibbled at the skin of her stomach but her legs didn't give.
Instead, a heavy rolling sound came from her chest and continued to her throat. It was a full growl, not the deep groan of sexual arousal but the bestial warning of danger. If he hadn't actually heard the sound come from T'Pol, he would've thought there was a wild animal in her quarters.
"Did you just growl?" he asked her, but she didn't answer.
Trip began to reconsider interspecies sexual relations with T'Pol when the possibility of being mauled to death had become a reality. Come to think of it, he'd heard of the very rare Vulcan-Human relationships but he'd never actually met a human that had experienced one.
For all he knew, Vulcans could have a tendency of killing their human sexual partners because of their strength and, from the look of T'Pol, unleashing years of suppressed passion. For the first time in his life, Trip really wondered if he was actually going to survive sex.
Her hands reached for his jaw and brought his face to hers. He wondered if this was the moment when it would all end, when the black widow in T'Pol would strike him and game over before it really started.
But her hands were gentle and her lips pressed against him with no more force than she had before. Her fingers slid into his hair and tightened into a firm grip.
No where near painful, but firm and sexy, thoughts of leaving her arms, her lips, her body, were pushed aside. And if he died, well, he would die in the line of duty, furthering Human-Vulcan relations. As he felt her nail scrape down his back and her hands grab his ass, he thought to himself, "What a way to go."
As large as he was compared to a Vulcan, T'Pol found the weight of his body atop her comfortable and the feel of his body between her legs soothed a long simmering need, as though he were where he should always have been.
Kisses along her neck heated the skin his lips touched but when his tongue drew spirals down to her collar, her skin set afire burned to her toes. Swirls of warmth traveled up her breast ending at the tip and her back contracted involuntarily.
T'Pol felt his hand cup her other breast and his thumb rolled her nipple as his tongue continued to play and the shocks raced throughout her body. It was hard to breathe, to catch her breath and she held onto his forearms to steady herself.
The muscles beneath her fingers were hard and strong and helped her steady her mind and body until two fingers closed on her nipple, squeezing it gently between the two as he nipped the other and a shock raced throughout her body. Without any control, her body convulsed, her legs tightened around him and her hips worked below him. Her hands followed the length of his arms and held tightly to his shoulders.
He moaned and the vibration of his lips against her skin reverberated down her stomach, all the way to her core. Down her body, he continued to lick and kiss and excite her body. But the thought of his destination entered her mind as well as what he'd planned to do once there and, although intrigued by the idea, T'Pol wondered how such a thing would satisfy her need for their bodies to connect intimately.
Another thought entered her mind and it piqued the curiosity of the scientist in her enough to lock her legs around him, prohibiting him from moving any further. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin of her stomach trying to convince her to let him resume his path but it only made her more determined.
Reacting to his mouth on her skin and the thoughts in her mind that seemed to appear out of nowhere, a low rumble in her chest shook her from the inside and a rough sound resonated through her throat. It was primal, and she noticed Trip's eyes had widen and felt his body stiffen.
He didn't move but asked softly, "Did you just growl?" His eyes watched her carefully as one would when encountering a dangerous animal.
Under other circumstances, T'Pol might've explained how Vulcan women were known to growl during mating-the sound believed to be one of the remnants of their Vulcan prehistoric nature. If she were focused on anything other than his strong, muscled body between her legs, the sound would have warned her that this was not mere sexual experimentation. Her body identified him as her mate and formed a connection the moment her hands grasped his head during their first kiss.
Slowly, she reached for his face to draw him close to her lips. At first, his body resisted but tentatively acquiesced. It wasn't until she buried her fingers into his hair and tightened her grip somewhat that his body relaxed between her legs and he gave in fully to the experience.
T'Pol held him tightly and flipped him over. The space left on the bed was woefully miscalculated and he fell to the floor with her on top of him. There were a few pillows already under him which perhaps cushioned his fall, but her eyes scanned his body quickly to check his reaction for injuries.
Seemingly unhurt from the fall, T'Pol propped his head with a nearby pillow and lifted herself from him. She stared down at his body for a long moment to appreciate the carved musculature of his naked form before repositioning herself on top of him.
This time her back faced him and she leaned forward, scooting back enough to level her face to his erection. Breathing in his strong human scent unique to only him, T'Pol inhaled deeply.
Once, on Earth, she'd heard a group of indiscreet women publicly conversing about such things at an inappropriate volume. They spoke of touching and tasting and...
As curious as she was to know what his tongue would feel like on her sensitive flesh, she also wanted to know what the same would do to him. With a flick of her tongue she felt the amazing smoothness of his skin and heard his breath catch.
With her full tongue, she licked the length of him very slowly and savored the delicate texture as his scent and taste heightened her senses. She heard him hiss at the prolonged sensation.
Satisfied that her efforts were effective and her instincts were correct, she surrounded the tip of him with her mouth. Her lips slid down around him as she enveloped as much of him as she could manage.
Shallow and rushed, it sounded as though Trip was panting until his hands took hold of her hips with more force than they had ever done before. He pulled her to him and she felt a charge of electricity where his tongue touched her core.
It was a gentle, careful exploration of her. Every nerve fired at once as she shivered violently above him and braced herself with her arms on the floor to catch her breath. Unfortunately, a full breath never came as he continued his assault on her senses.
Her mind and body reacted purely on instinct as she continued to gasp for air. Widening her legs and lowering her hips, her body wanted to give him better access for more of the intense sensations he evoked in her.
His ministrations released an urgency in her to taste all of him, to touch him, to make him feel, if she could, at least a fraction of what he made her feel.
Her hand wrapped around the base of his shaft as her mouth ravished the rounded tip and tasted the drop of salty moisture it released. The taste of him and the feel of his tongue moving against her, inside her, probing and teasing her body wildly, ignited a hunger for more as she quickened her pace with him.
"T'Pol," Trip croaked her name and the air against her heat caused her thighs to weaken. "I'm too close... not yet..."
Pulling her mouth away from him, she watched as moisture welled at the tip and ran her tongue over it. The sound from him, somewhere between a moan and a sigh of her name emboldened her to continue. Although she enjoyed the feel of him against her tongue, T'Pol noted how much more satisfying it was to cause such a reaction from his body.
Her mouth closed around him and provided suction inside of her mouth. Those forceful hands pulled her hips to him again but this time he wasted no time exploring. His tongue worked furiously at her and even felt his fingers open her fully to him as he did not stop.
Thoughts of how to finish him sexually entered her mind and she followed their direction to pump his length with her hands in unison with her mouth. At the mercy of his ministrations, her hips bucked uncontrollably causing his tongue to stimulate so much, so quickly, and so deeply.
The muscles of her body drew in tightly as her nerves fired and all of her senses were so overwhelmed that they'd become almost unbearable. She closed her eyes, all sound had become a buzz of background noise. Taste and smell became one sense that absorbed him whole as his tongue on her flesh became the driving force of her life.
She gasped for air. Everything in her body wound tightly into her center and suddenly, at once, they released in an explosion of overwrought nerves and throbbing muscles just as she felt the warm, salty liquid hit the inside of her mouth.
T'Pol had repositioned herself, cradling him between her thighs while sitting upright. Her new position gave him a spectacular view of the curves of her back. Eyeing the contour of her body, he followed the dip of her slender waist as it rounded outward into a beautifully shaped, ample pair of cheeks hovering just above his chest.
Just when he thought she couldn't surprise him more, she bent forward and moved her body until her round ass hovered over his face.
Was she actually positioning herself to do what he'd imagine? Even though his mind couldn't believe it, his body responded with tingling toes and tightening chest anticipating what she would do next.
Up close and personal, he noticed another difference between Human and Vulcan women. Where Human women had full lips down there that begged to be kissed, T'Pol had layers which still hid what he'd wanted even with her legs spread around him.
He felt her heated breath on him and wondered to himself, "Do Vulcans give blow jobs?"
The gentle flick of her tongue on him fired nerves throughout his body. As he felt her full tongue lick him, his mind blanked. When he felt her hot mouth around him, he wanted nothing more than to plunge his tongue into the unknown hovering above his face.
Reaching for her hips, his hands pulled her to his mouth and licked along the layered skin, opening her slowly. The area between her legs was bone dry and if not for her body trembling, her soft moans while he explored and her skin tinted greener than usual, Trip would have seriously wondered if any of what they'd done aroused her.
On the other hand, all of his senses were aroused. The spicy smell of her skin around him, the sight of her flushed green, her sounds as his tongue played at her center, the feel of her mouth as it worked the tip of him, and the taste of her on his tongue.
Working through the last of those very intimate, layered Vulcan folds of skin, he reached the inner slit of her center, revealing a swollen nub and opening he'd searched for. But what surprised him was the moisture held within and suddenly released. It covered him in her scent and Trip wanted to taste more of her, diving into the now exposed slick opening that reminded him of the sweet and spicy of her mouth, times a thousand.
"God, better than Tabasco," he thought as his mouth worked to take every last drop from her. She was like a drug, instantly addictive. So much so that he couldn't pull away from her. Even as he felt his muscles tighten and knew that he was close, he didn't want to leave her opening, hot and wet for him, but he did manage to warn her, "I'm too close... not yet.."
Her mouth pulled away from him. Taking advantage of the opportunity to will himself from ending the night a little too early, he also used the time to catch his breath.
Each time he inhaled, he smelled her. Each time he breathed out, he was eager for the next whiff of her. He felt her tongue once more and he could think of nothing but her name that had become his mantra. When her mouth and hands took him fully, his brain shut down completely.
Hot and tight, her mouth slid along him, there was no stopping it now. But damn it, if this was his last hurrah for the night, he was going to make it hers as well!
His tongue prodded her layered folds as he nipped at them until finally burying his face deep between her legs. He was close, but from the movement of her hips and the sounds of those soft grunts she gave him, she was closer.
Using his fingers to open her fully to him, Trip sucked at the node before plunging his tongue inside her. He devoured the rush of spicy sweetness as her hips moved above him allowing his tongue to reach every bit of her until her body shuddered just before his. His climax was an explosion that wracked his body, leaving him weak.
Although content, his arms fell weakly to the floor. His mind drifted and he wondered if T'Pol would find being so close to the "explosion" distasteful. He knew it was another part of sex some women were squeamish about. His worry evaporated as he felt her lips around him again, and her tongue lapped up what his body continued to pump just before her body collapsed on top of him.
Gently, he urged her off of him and sat up. The edge of his mouth curled into a grin as he watched her nestle into the pillows along the floor like a content kitten.
Trip snuggled next to her and half cursed himself for allowing this to end so quickly. If given enough time, he would definitely be up for round two. He'd had a whole list of what he wanted to do with her, and it included connecting their bodies wholly. But he wondered when that "suppress the joy out of everything" Vulcan discipline would return and find himself shuffled out of the door before he could have a chance at it.
T'Pol stood up, but not before nuzzling her nose near his ear and taking a nibble. Her body walked away from him toward the bathroom. From her form-fitting suits he always figured they left nothing to the imagination. Truth was, he was absolutely wrong. Her tawny skin, smooth and curved in all of the right places, was a glorious vision that burned into his memory... forever.
TBC
That was so hot!!!!
, Please up date soon
Are you kiddin??? To be continued????!?!?!?!?! How COLD you?
Thanks guys.
I have all of their actions already typed in, I just have to... um... flesh it out.
Honeybee knows how hard this process can be for me if I'm not in the right frame of mind, but hopefully I can skip that awkward step next chapter.
Aikiweezie, the two of them have to rest up before more activity, don't they? LOL
Alelou, thanks for giving me that little nudge of a reminder. Yup, thought about it quite a bit. And that when it comes to Human-Alien relationships, culture is not the only thing that takes some adjusting to merge.
Bluetiger, like T'Pol can resist. He's just as addictive to her but she's better at hiding it. But when clothes are off, so are all bets.
Very hot indeed. I'm guessing that T'Pol will let him stay for round two
Glad to see this here. Good hot sex is always welcome. Interesting anatomical difference you have going there ... I get the feeling you've given some thought to how creatures that evolve on a desert planet might make the best use of their precious moisture.
Are you kiddin??? To be continued????!?!?!?!?! How COULD you? Damn, that was sexy.
Well, it's certainly getting hot in here! Can't wait to see the next chapter.