The Art Of Seduction Disclaimer: Paramount own Star Trek and all related characters and places, but, ooh, naughty Brannon Braga shamelessly wasted such potentially hot storylines, so what’s a girl to do??? Hehe Rating: NC-17 Kathryn rubbed her temples and stared at the PADD on her desk. She swore Seven’s Astrometrics reports were getting longer. Borg perfection to detail, she mused, recalling Icheb’s lengthy presentation on Starfleet’s history. Ten minutes later, Kathryn completed the report and sealed it with her thumbprint. She rose, groaning as her back and shoulders spasmed, protesting against the last five hours she’d spent hunched over her desk in the same position. ‘Oh, I’m getting too old for this,’ she chuckled to herself, pressing the base of her spine and kneading it. ‘I could do with a massage,’ she thought, a slow smile creeping over her lips. As always, thoughts of a massage lead to thoughts of Chakotay, and the feel of his large hands caressing her skin, easing away the knots and tensions the strain of command inflicted. It was an innocent offer of a back rub recently that had been her undoing. Seven years of resisting him, then, one night, one harmless massage, one hot touch upon her naked flesh and all the reasons why they couldn’t get involved flew out of the nearest airlock; and she’d surrendered to him, totally and completely. Kathryn forced the erotic images of their first time together from her mind and wondered what Chakotay had been up to today. He’d scheduled himself off-duty and hadn’t so much invited her for lunch. In fact, she hadn’t heard from him at all, and she missed him, dreadfully. It somehow didn’t feel the same to be sitting on the bridge without him. Kathryn’s mind wandered back to the time during their first dealing with the Borg, “Four years ago I didn’t even know your name, now I can’t imagine a day without you”. Yes, they’d spent time apart on different shifts before, but it was different now and Kathryn liked to feel him near her, a concept the usually independent Captain Janeway still had trouble believing. Exiting the Ready Room, Kathryn crossed the bridge to the turbo lift, nodding to Harry Kim on her way. The younger man was sitting tall in the big chair, once more commanding Voyager during the nightshift. Inside the turbo lift Kathryn’s fingers continued to dig into her aching neck muscles as she instructed the computer its destination, deck three, officer’s quarters. With a soft groan, Kathryn tilted her head to the side, stretching out the cramping sensation and making a mental note to contact Chakotay as soon as she’d bathed. Kathryn arrived outside her quarters and keyed in the security code. The doors swished open and soft music drifted to her ears. Stepping inside she froze at the sight that greeted her. The room was bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, the air sweet with an aroma she couldn’t identify. “Hello,” Chakotay’s gentle voice welcomed her, startling Kathryn slightly. “Cha–ko-tay …” she stammered her mouth suddenly dry, as her eyes took in the sight of him. Chakotay was standing in the doorway to her bedroom, watching her, his lips turned upwards in a provocative grin, complete with those heart-stopping dimples. He was dressed in black pants, with a casual white shirt hanging loosely over them, the sleeves rolled up. The open neck of the shirt allowed Kathryn a partial view of his broad chest, the well-defined muscles so deliciously dark in contrast to the gleaming white material. Kathryn moistened her lips and watched as Chakotay padded towards her, his bare feet making no sound on the grey Starfleet carpeting. He kissed her softly on the lips. “Miss me today?” he asked, eyes twinkling mischievously. “Yes,” she whispered, her blue depths misting over as they rested upon his handsome features. “Let me show you what I’ve been doing all day …” He slipped his hand into hers and led her towards the bedroom. Kathryn gasped and tears stung at her eyes as they flicked around the room. Chakotay had placed more candles in here too, positioning them on the nightstands and the dresser, the flickering flames creating dancing silhouettes on the walls. The standard harsh blankets and sheets on the queen-size bed had been replaced with luxurious black satin ones, drizzled with rose petals; their deep red colour and velvety texture seductively similar to the crimson kisses Kathryn had placed on Chakotay’s body a few nights ago. “Cha …” she started, then looked up, noticing something else. Above the bed, attached to the ceiling was a large mirror, its size a perfect match to the object under it. Kathryn swirled around to face Chakotay. “I … what … you really think I’ll? …” she tried, flabbergasted that he would presume she would be comfortable with that kind of development, and amazing herself with just how aroused she felt with the thought. “Happy anniversary, four weeks today …” he whispered, nuzzling her neck. “I used a lot of replicator rations on that mirror …” he told her, flicking his tongue under her ear, “… just to be able to watch us together … to watch your body moving over mine …” Kathryn groaned feeling a pool of moisture gathering in her panties, his hypnotic words and seductive voice turning her knees to jelly. “I’ve one other surprise,” he said, reaching for her hand again and leading her into the bathroom. More candlelight illuminated the bathroom and the large tub was filled with water and foamy white bubbles. On the ledge sat a bottle of champagne and two glasses, next to a bowl of ripened strawberries. Again, Kathryn noticed the sweet aroma, knowing it was the same scent that had permeated the living area. Still gazing at the tub, Kathryn felt Chakotay’s insistent hands skilfully removing her uniform jacket. “You’re over dressed, Captain,” he murmured next to her skin, his fingers pulling her turtleneck up. Kathryn raised her arms, allowing him to remove her top, and kept them raised as he removed her vest. Her body trembled as she felt his fingers skim along her naked sides, moving down to the fastener of her pants. “I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he groaned, inhaling Kathryn’s intoxicating scent as he knelt in front of her, gliding the pants over her slim thighs and allowing himself the luxury of touching her soft skin. “Really?” she asked, holding his shoulders for support as she stepped out of the black uniform, kicking off her boots in the process. “Care to show me exactly what you were thinking all day?” she husked. A low moan escaped her throat as Chakotay began kissing the soft roundness of her stomach, his hands wandering to cup her rear, kneading her small buttocks through her black silk panties. “I’m more than willing to show you … but first …” he stood and kissed her deeply, plunging his tongue into her warm mouth, withdrawing, then plunging in again, teasingly illustrating his intentions. Kathryn’s hands tore away his shirt and her puckered lips followed his as they pulled away, trying to entice him into prolonging their kiss. She groaned in frustration, making Chakotay chuckle. “We’ve got all night Kathryn,” he moved to stand behind her, “And if I recall correctly … we’re both off duty tomorrow too”. His voice was rich and deep against her ear, sending shivers of anticipation down Kathryn’s spine. Slowly he released the clasp on the black bra, lowering the straps from her shoulders, licking and kissing at the angry red lines it had left on her pale skin. As the lacy item fell from her body, his hands reached forward, cupping the delicate curves of her breasts as they sprang free. Chakotay’s thumbs grazed the hardening nipples, whilst his teeth lightly bit at the smooth contours of her neck. “Chakotay …” she whimpered, pushing backwards and feeling his thick erection pressing against her buttocks. Her hands reached for his hair, tugging him towards her eager mouth, as she craned her neck to reach him. Again their lips met, hot breaths mingling as Kathryn’s tongue forcibly explored Chakotay’s mouth, seeking out his warmth and swallowing his groans as her hips wriggled further against his straining desire. “Spirits Kathryn, I’m going to have an embarrassing accident soon, if you don’t slow down!” he implored as she turned her body towards him. “In that case, maybe we ought to take these off,” she purred, unfastening his pants and tugging them over his solid thighs, grinning in surprise as his member was revealed, “Going Commando, Chakotay?” she suggestively asked, one eyebrow raised, “Seems I’m not the only one here who’s eager,” her finger trailed along his length, “Anything I can help you with, Commander?” Chakotay growled, momentarily closing his eyes, losing himself in her touch. He loved it when she referred to him as “Commander” in that deep sexy voice of hers, a fact Kathryn was more than aware of, and liable to exploit when it suited. He swiftly removed her panties and stepped into the bath, taking Kathryn with him, before the last remains of his control slipped and he ended up fucking her on the bathroom floor. Not that they hadn’t done that before, but tonight he wanted to seduce her slowly, something he had yet to manage. Sensing his need to halt things, Kathryn spoke, “Okay, I’ll be a good girl … I promise not to jump you and yell ‘Red Alert’!” she joked, nestling herself between his legs in the warm water, leaning back on his hairless chest. Chakotay chuckled, “ ‘Red Alert’ Kathryn? You do realise what I shall be thinking next time the klaxons go off don’t you?” “Oh, I think I’ve got a pretty good idea,” she sighed, stroking his thighs and feeling his arm snaking around her waist in response. Chakotay’s hand rested under her ribcage, his fingers brushing the delicate area under her breasts, causing them to float upwards, nipples peeping out from the cover of the bath foam. “If you continue that, I’m going to have to break my promise,” her voice was breathless and raspy. “And miss out on all the fun I’ve got planned Kathryn?” he teased, getting only a grunt in reply. Using his free hand, Chakotay picked up the large pink sponge from the side and, balancing it on her chest, poured a generous amount of soapy liquid onto it, the smell matching that which floated it the air, “Patchouli and Ylang Ylang,” he explained, “Its designed to make you feel invigorated … and sensual,” his voice was so low Kathryn barely heard him. With tender strokes, he worked the sponge down the flushed valley between her breasts, circling over her heaving mounds, the rough texture of the sponge causing her ripened buds to stand out further from the water. Kathryn watched, eyes heavy with desire, as Chakotay coated her breasts with the creamy lather, gasping in pleasure each time he skimmed over her engorged nipples, feeling the familiar heaviness as the blood surged to her stimulated soft tissue. “Oh Gods! … its definitely working,” she breathed, tensing her internal muscles in an attempt to quell the fire that was burning within her. Leaving her breasts, Chakotay soaped along each arm, prising her fingers away from their firm grip on his thighs. “I’ve wanted to do this, to bath you, ever since I built you that bath tub on New Earth,” he whispered, his breath warm on her exposed neck and shoulder. “If I’d know how good it would be, I’d have let you,” she whimpered, as he washed lower, over her belly, dipping into the juncture of her legs. Instinctively she raised a leg out of the water, the foamy droplets cascading over her shapely thigh as she opened herself wider to his ministrations. Kathryn’s eyes flickered shut, her mind focusing on the sensations coursing through her. Not being able to see where his hands were heading next, made the experience even more erotic and her breathing became jagged. “Don’t tease … please,” she begged, fully aware of the hardened shaft that was once more pressing painfully against her buttocks. “You’re beautiful,” he panted, watching her breasts shudder with every gasp, as she writhed and arched in frustration, her form clearly visible through the dissipating bubbles. “So perfect …” his voice vibrated along her neck as his lips suckled on her tender spot under her ear. Using a combination of sucking and biting, Chakotay bruised her pale skin with a passionate angry red mark, only serving to increase Kathryn’s arousal. Suddenly she sat forward and turned to face Chakotay, eyes dropping hungrily to his impressive size. Her hands stroked him under the water, causing Chakotay to groan. Kathryn’s demanding kisses silenced him, meshing their tongues together, losing themselves in the heady sweet taste of one another. “Gods …” he managed, supporting her tiny waist as she rose above him. Eagerly he licked at the rivets of water rippling down her pert breasts, before clamping his lips around a stiffened peak, tonguing it as she pushed further into his mouth. Kathryn squeaked as Chakotay’s teeth chewed at the hardened prize in his mouth, she couldn’t wait. Any longer and she would have to alleviate the ache between her legs herself. Holding on to his shoulder with one hand, Kathryn reached between them, taking his swollen length in her palm and positioning it at her opening before sinking onto it in one swift stroke. Chakotay shuddered and groaned, teeth still clamped onto Kathryn, as she clenched her muscles around him, moving up and down along his length at a fast and frantic pace. Kathryn’s hands clawed at his shoulders, her nails digging into his bronzed flesh, leaving red welts in their wake. Chakotay could barely hold on to her, the bath oil making his grip on her difficult, and her furious rhythm not helping. He drove upwards into her tightness, pounding harder as she panted and screamed, her breasts jiggling against his face, as he fought to keep one in his mouth, sucking harder, his cheeks hollowing with the effort. Kathryn came hard, crying out with the fierceness of it, her inner walls convulsing unbearably tight around Chakotay’s sheathed member, milking him, encouraging him to fill her with his hot seed. “Kathryn!” he yelled, relinquishing his hold of her reddened nipple and stilling within her, thrust to the hilt. With a sound similar to a sob, Kathryn fell forward, resting her head against his neck, “Oh Chakotay … Oh God …” Struggling to control his breathing, Chakotay wrapped his arms around his lover; stroking her back gently as he softened within her, “Sorry, I couldn’t hold back …” he was disappointed, his enthusiasm had prevented him from waiting for her to climax again. Raising her head level with his she murmured, “You never have to try to hold back, not for me …” softly she kissed him, “That was amazing … I love you”. Cupping her face in his large palms he kissed her back, whispering his love as his lips caressed her cheeks, eyelids, nose, jaw and finally her mouth. “Have I earned my glass of champagne yet?” she inquired, the amusement clearly visible in her expression. “I think so … for now,” Chakotay countered, capturing her lips once more in a tender kiss. Kathryn laughed that rich throaty laugh Chakotay loved to hear and turned in his arms, feeling him slip out of her and immediately missing the sensation of his fullness. Nestling into his chest again, Kathryn took the glass Chakotay offered and sipped at the cool refreshing liquid, letting it ease her throat, sore from the climatic screaming. “Mmm, this is good,” she commented. “2294, a good year I believe,” he replied, studying the label on the bottle and tasting the wine for himself. “Oh I could get used to this … coming home to find you here, a bottle of wine, incredible sex, sharing my bath tub with you … Well, I wouldn’t share it with you all the time,” she ribbed, arching her back against his firm torso. “Well, I can handle not sharing the bath, just so long as I still get the incredible sex!” he quipped, his hands settling onto her shoulders and massaging them. “Kathryn, how long did you spend sitting at your desk today reading reports?” “Too long!” she groaned, letting his hands work out the knots she’d recently forgotten about, “Blame Seven, it was her report I was reading.” “Then I’ll tell her, in future, she must shorten her reports, because the Captain gets far too tense reading them!” Kathryn relaxed into his hands, lowering her head so he had better access, “Oh that feels good Chakotay,” she managed. “I think I should refrain from taking anymore days off, so I can keep my eye on you.” “Don’t you dare!” she growled, “I plan on making you take one day off every week so I can come home to a night like this!” “So, you want me to break into your quarters on a regular basis? Figure Tuvok might have something to say about that,” he laughed, then turned slightly and reached out, “Here, open your mouth …” Kathryn parted her lips and licked at the strawberry Chakotay was holding just out of her reach. She continued licking at it, her tongue firm, moving over the juicy morsel in tiny sweeps, circling the dimpled base, before enclosing her lips lightly around it. Chakotay watched enraptured, his flaccid member twitching back into life. Fully aware of the effect she was having the man behind her, Kathryn suckled further down the berry. Her lips closed over Chakotay’s fingers, moaning a little as she teased them, before biting the fruit and licking the sweet juice as it drizzled from her mouth, over her chin. The slight twitching in Chakotay’s penis turned into a steady throb, as he watched her repeat the performance. “Spirits Kathryn,” he rasped, pulling her to him and kissing her passionately, tasting the fresh ripe strawberries straight from her mouth, drowning in the mixture of them, the champagne … and her. “Lets go in there …” she breathed, nodding towards the bedroom where the satin sheets and rose petals awaited. Chakotay’s reply was lost in the back of his throat, as Kathryn choose that moment to rise up out of the water, her buttocks, soft as peaches and deliciously tempting, levelled with his face. He splayed his hand across one cheek, running a probing finger along the cleft as Kathryn grabbed for a towel and leant over, one leg on the rim, drying her foot. She knew the tortuous effect she was having on him and her drying was deliberate and slow. Chakotay stood too and nestled behind her, taking his hard length in his hand and stroking her with it, running along her silken folds, smearing the moisture along both himself and her. He nudged at her opening slightly, desperate to be encased again within her body. Kathryn giggled and stepped out of the tub, making sure he watched as she dried herself, the light-blue towel dragging between her thighs and over her full breasts. Mesmerised, Chakotay couldn’t drag his eyes away, like a deer caught in a bright light. With a sly smile, Kathryn encouraged him to step out and began to dry him off with the same level of intensity she had dried herself. The damp towel scratched along his thick shaft, a mixture of pleasure and pain and he felt himself swelling further. Then she was behind him, rubbing down his back, a finger, covered by the blue bath sheet, grazed between his cheeks, tickling and teasing, making his straining erection weep. “Kathryn,” he growled. “Follow me,” she told him, taking his hand. In the sleeping area, Kathryn turned to him, letting him crush her petite frame against his larger one. His erection dug into her stomach as his lips began grinding over hers, his tongue demanding and unrelenting. Moving down her neck he whispered his appraisal of her body, using language dirty and erotic. Detailing the areas that stimulated him most. Kathryn groaned, as much in response to his actions as his words. She never would have guessed that her kind, sensitive, gentle First Officer and best friend would delight in talking total filth. Nor would she have guessed just how turned on it made her, since no one else had ever regarded her attributes that way. Small hands began pushing Chakotay backwards and he landed heavily on the bed, the satin sheets and petals sensually caressing his back, and his eyes darkened with expectation. Kathryn viewed his manhood standing proudly, jutting upwards. “I believe,” she purred, kneeling on the bed, “That some kind of ‘thank you’ is called for …” Delicately she traced the seeping fluid from his tip, swirling it over his swollen head with her thumb, whilst her tongue flicked over her lips provocatively. Chakotay looked up and watched Kathryn’s reflection in the mirror as she bent over him. Her glowing red hair fanned out across his stomach as she licked a trail around the base of his penis, taking time to suck his testicles, causing them to tighten. Hands replaced mouth and Kathryn gently rolled the sacs in her palm, kneading and cupping them as she sipped the salty pre-cum moisture oozing from the slit. Hands, bigger ones, grabbed for her hair, twisting it, urging her to take him fully. And she did so. He groaned, feeling the velvety haven envelope him, the rigid tongue caressing up and down his measurable length, as her soft lips suckled at him. Chakotay felt like his blood was on fire, every vein in his body was blazing with the effect Kathryn was creating. What was worse was the pleasure she seemed to be getting from performing it on him. Her grunts and murmurs vibrated through him and he watched as she ground herself on top of her heels as she knelt, keeping herself stimulated. Kathryn worked at him, alternating between holding only the tip in her mouth, whilst her hands pumped at the shaft, and taking him fully, relaxing her throat muscles so she could take his entire measure, her nose nestling amongst the wiry black hairs at the base. Wetting a finger from between her own legs, Kathryn inserted it into Chakotay’s tight anus, feeling him spasm around the intrusion, and his hips buck beneath her. Chakotay grunted, his mind able only to focus on the exquisitely painful throbbing in his loin. Kathryn was using her teeth to graze his frenulum, a light nipping action, making him jerk his hips. Part of Chakotay’s mind began a fantasy in which his Captain was doing this to him in the Ready Room, on her knees, in uniform. The image nearly made him lose control, and he panicked, having no idea if his lover would appreciate his hot cum in her mouth. During the last four weeks he had always managed to stop her before it was too late. “Stop … Kathryn, please … stop …” he croaked. Impishly she looked up, hair trailing over her face, lips swollen and wet from his secretions, her finger still buried within him. “Come here,” he growled reaching for her. Swiftly she straddled him, facing his feet, still on her knees, hips raised invitingly, and began her task again, taking him deeper into her mouth than he thought possible. Chakotay eyed the mouth-wateringly slick folds, millimetres from his face and grabbed her hips, lowering her sex to his waiting mouth. His tongue ran along her, tasting the essence that was uniquely her, lapping at her moisture as it flowed from within the soft pink walls. He so badly wanted to give her the same pleasure she was giving him. Kathryn gasped around the base of his penis. In response he jabbed his tongue into her, tickling and probing at the convulsing muscles, as they clenched around him. Firm fingers opened her wider to his explorations and his mouth worked along her, slowly, his nose nuzzling at the sticky delight as his tongue circled her clitoris. Kathryn grunted, her hips rising and falling in tandem with Chakotay’s rhythm. With a shriek, Kathryn bucked away from him; it was getting more and more difficult to focus on what she was doing. “No, I can’t concentrate … and I want to give …” she kissed the head of his pulsating manhood, “… you …” a lick followed, “… all my …” a deep suck interrupted her, “… attention …” Chakotay groaned, feeling her mouth taking him again, “Kathryn, I can’t last … stop …” “I want you … I want to taste you … let go …” she implored. Kathryn squeezed the tightening sacs in her palm a little firmer and felt his member swelling and growing in her mouth. He was close. A small amount of pressure behind his testicles and he jerked upwards, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs. “Oh Gods … Kathryn!” he howled, ejaculating against the back of her throat in powerful spurts. “Mmm,” she replied, her lips milking his every drop before taking one last sip and turning around to face him, her eyes glassy, a self-satisfied smirk on her face. “Was that good honey?” she purred, licking her lips. Chakotay was speechless. He’d had blowjobs before, but never so skilfully. Kathryn Janeway was one seriously imaginative lover. Kathryn waited for his reply, resting her lower body upon his chest. Chakotay could feel how wet she was, her lubrication trickling over his skin. Suddenly he wanted her, wanted to drink from her, like a dying man needing water. In one swift movement, Kathryn suddenly found herself kneeling over Chakotay’s face, his strong hands holding her thighs open around his head, her sex tantalizingly close. She could feel his breath blowing cool air over her sodden curls, increasing the agonizing ache. It was her turn to groan as his tongue trailed languidly against her swollen lower lips, his touch light, too light, not nearing the spot she badly needed him. Holding Kathryn open further, Chakotay pushed his tongue into her, allowing her sweet nectar to roll into his mouth, letting it drizzle down his throat, savouring her taste. “Oh God!” she gasped, her hands pressed firmly against the bulkhead, trying to keep some sense of balance as waves of heated pleasure built up within her. Chakotay held her to him, resisting her attempts to move away. “Oh baby … you taste so good …” he murmured, lapping up everything she had to give. Kathryn’s breathing was getting heavier and her chest pounding, anxious for the release that he was teasing her with. His tongue resumed it’s journey, snaking along to her throbbing clit, flicking over it before sucking it into his mouth, using his teeth to hold it there. “Oh God … Yessss …” she cried, her whole body shuddering in response to his ministrations. Still keeping her thighs open wide, Chakotay suckled on the engorged bud between his teeth, swirling the tip of his tongue around it repeatedly. Fingers moved to enter her, one, two, pumping deliciously. Kathryn’s screaming filled the room as she bucked against his talented mouth. “Oh Goddsss … yesss … yesss … OH!” Unable to prevent it, Kathryn released a gush of fluid, which flowed over Chakotay’s hand and chin. He groaned in delight and waited for her cries to turn to whimpers, gradually lessening the pumping of the fingers inside her, easing her down, before removing them and softly swallowing her warmth. “Oh …” she managed, slumping sideways, unable to hold herself up any longer. Chakotay pulled her into his arms and kissed her neck, whispering to her, “I love you … that was beautiful … so intense …” Struggling to catch her breath Kathryn retorted, “That’s one way of putting it … I thought I was going to pass out!” He chuckled, “Glad to know I have that effect on you.” Chakotay caught sight of Kathryn’s breasts heaving as she lay recovering. He watched them, bobbing, so perfect and round, the faint flush of arousal still evident, the nipples still hard and inviting … oh so inviting, he thought, nuzzling his lips over her neck and shoulders, moving lower towards his goal. “Chakotay?” “Mmm?” “What are you doing?” she asked, taking a sharp intake of breath as his mouth closed gently over a pebbled peak. “Playing,” was his answer, as he toyed with the other nipple, twisting it into a rigid point and resumed nipping the one in his mouth. Kathryn jerked upwards, “No … no more … I can’t …” she begged, to no avail. “Please Chakotay,” his mouth and fingers tweaked and pulled relentlessly, causing a new gush of wetness to pool between her legs, “Oh … please … Chakotay …” her protests turned into passionate begging, as she thrust her breasts further into his willing mouth and hand, her fingers gripping his short hair, holding him to her. Looking up at the mirror, Kathryn watched Chakotay playing with her, his dark head pressed tight to her, the darkness of his fingers twisting the rosy nipple held captive between them. And she saw herself, aroused, panting, hair mussed, lipstick smeared, eyes heavy with longing, white slim digits squeezing tanned shoulders, and found the image of the two of them incredibly erotic. She saw his hand, then felt it, moving, gliding, over her stomach, touching, caressing, twirling in the auburn curls, slick from his ardent nurturing. Never had a man managed to invoke such passion in her. Chakotay left her breast, humming as his lips followed the path his hand had taken, kissing over her ribs, and tummy, pausing to dip his tongue into her navel, chuckling as she wriggled under him. He could smell her scent, and it filled him with a primal animalistic need, making his cock twitch, as her natural lubricant coated his stroking fingers. He had to taste her again, drink from her, make her yell and scream his name, before plunging into the warmth of her depths. Soft grunts escaped Kathryn’s throat, as she felt Chakotay’s mouth covering her mound, lapping at her, dipping into her opening, then capturing her aching bundle of nerves. “Chakotay … yes …” she hissed, that familiar stirring in her belly beginning again, making her hips undulate against him. This time it was three fingers that thrust into her tightness, in and out, the rhythm steady, working her upwards. Chakotay shifted slightly, and ran a finger from his other hand along her slickness, covering it in her secretions. Kathryn felt him nudging at her anus, repeating the action she had performed on him, “Please,” she encouraged, glad that he was following her earlier lead, and relieved that she didn’t have to voice what she had longed for him to do – part of what she longed for him to do. His wet finger slipped in easily, exploring the tight muscles he’d never touched. A fourth finger joined those pumping into her vagina, the pace quickening, tongue and teeth nipping and lapping, the finger in her rear gaining momentum, the combination of which catapulted Kathryn into an orgasm stronger than she’d ever known, causing her to scream so loud, everyone on the bridge must have heard it. Chakotay’s eyes were wide open in amazement, he’d felt the powerful force of her climax as it claimed her, all her internal muscles clamping and gripping around his pushing fingers. Slowly he withdrew them from her, feeling the judders of her aftershocks. She was so wet now and it ran over her thighs, like a silky river, his mouth the sea in to which it flowed. Would he ever tire of this? No, he could spend eternity nestled between her open legs … well, he could, except for the painfully large swelling that was prodding the mattress. Kathryn caught the hunger in his eyes as he rested back on his heels, looking at her, his weeping erection stiff and mouth-wateringly large. He leant in to kiss her and was surprised when she ran a finger along his chin, wiping at her own juices, he then groaned as she suckled it, tasting herself, eyes never leaving his. “Spirits!” he rasped, his cock throbbing harder. She smiled, a sexy half-smile, pulling him down for a fervent kiss, invading his mouth with her tongue, sharing the remains of his taste with him, and mixing it with hers. Breaking apart, blue eyes locked with dark orbs, “Fuck me … I need you … hard!” she told him, her voice husky and full of desire. A low growl emanated from him and he flipped her over, onto her tummy, “You want a hard fuck do you?” Her legs opened invitingly and she rose up on her elbows and eyed him over her shoulder, “The harder the better. Make me feel alive …” He didn’t need to be asked twice. Positioning himself over her, legs between hers, arms braced to support his weight, he thrust hard, entering her quickly. They both moaned as he filled her to the hilt. He took a moment to steadily pulse within her, before almost pulling out and plunging deep once more. A little leg jiggling resulted in his legs laying against the outside of her thighs, and hers tightly pressed together, trapping him inside as he vigorously pounded into her, the friction only adding to the heightened sensation. “Kathryn … Kathryn …” he whispered reverently over and over, like a mantra. “Harder … oh God …” she croaked, feeling his tip hitting her cervix with every powerful thrust. He bit down on her shoulder, marking her, adding to the red bruise he’d left on her neck earlier. She was going to kill him for that later, but right now he didn’t give a damn, and judging from her frenzied panting, neither did she. “Play with your breasts,” he urged. “Oh … oh my …” she breathed, grabbing hold of a nipple and squeezing it. “Can you feel me?” he panted, sweat trickling from his brow as he plunged deeper and faster, egged on by Kathryn’s moans and pleas. “Yes … yes … God I can feel you … Chakotay!” she wailed, her back arching further, increasing the pressure on her pelvis where it rocked against the mattress, enhancing the tortuous ache that gripped her lower body. Chakotay’s arms began to shake from the exertion. He wouldn’t be able to hold himself up much longer, “Kathryn … got to move …” he groaned. Slipping out of her he rose to his knees, lifting her with him so that she was on all fours in front. The loss of him made her yelp with frustration, but he quickly entered her again, his hands gripping her hips, holding her to him. His thrusting was hard and long, making Kathryn whimper and moan. The sight of his stiff cock pounding into her wet heat almost made him come and he fought to prevent his release, wanting to bring her with him. He licked a finger, coating it in his saliva, then pushed it into her taut passage. Kathryn shuddered and pushed backwards against him, her breathing catching, “Oh yesss …” she cried, overwhelmed by the experience, but needing more. “More … I want you to fuck me there Chakotay … please … please,” she was shamelessly begging him and beyond giving a damn. “Here Kathryn?” he whispered, withdrawing from her silken folds and nudging her anus. She bit her lip, and attempted to impale herself on the thickness that was teasing her. “You want me to fuck you here?” he rasped, just letting his tip enter her tightness, sliding it in and out as she moaned. “Yes! God I want you Chakotay … Now! … Fu – ck … Oh! …” Any further words were lost in the strangled sob that lurched from Kathryn’s throat as Chakotay drove into her, stretching her fully. “Spirits … you feel so tight …” he spread her cheeks and pushed deeper, watching once more as his cock invaded her welcoming body. “Faster …” she panted, her back beading with perspiration. “Oh! My God!!!” she cried as Chakotay circled her tummy and rammed four fingers into her and began pumping in sync with his throbbing manhood, opening her wider than she could ever believe possible. Moaning, she arched her back, pushing herself against him, “That feels so good … oh Chakotay … oh yesss …” Chakotay could only grunt a reply, his mind focusing on trying not to come, but she felt so wonderful, so hot and so full of him, he could feel his fingers inside, feel how much she was loving it, her walls clamping around him. A flick of his thumb over her enlarged clit and she was screaming and crying out to the Deities, sobbing repeatedly as the waves crashed over her juddering body. Chakotay had never heard her cry out so loud, or for so long - it was certainly turning out to be a night of firsts. He lowered Kathryn to the bed, withdrawing from her at the same time and held her close to him, trying to ignore his own painful need that was pulsing against her thigh, demanding release. He kissed her. “Oh Chakotay, that was unbelievable!” she panted, still trembling. “My pleasure honey.” “Speaking of … there’s someone here still waiting for his,” she observed, her voice sultry and deep, her fingers wrapping around his thickened shaft. “Kathryn!” he hissed, teeth and eyes firmly clenched as the throbbing increased. He barely felt her tiny hands rolling him onto his back and when he opened his eyes he saw her naked slim back and buttocks, reddened from his gripping hands, as she straddled him, taking him inside her wet opening in one swift move. “Watch,” she told him, then began to ease herself backwards, slowly, giving him time to adjust to the angle, not wanting it to hurt. Looking up into the mirror Chakotay watched as she finally rested her back onto his chest, her head on his shoulder, next to his, filling his nostrils with the fresh scent of her shampoo. Using her knee-hold on the bed for leverage she began rocking gently over him, their sweat-glistened bodies moving slickly with each other. Both of them were looking straight up, watching their bodies joined, his bronzed arms circling her, caressing her pale skin. She was so beautiful, hair fanned out over his shoulder, tongue flicking out, wetting her lips as she breathed deeper, rolling back and forth with him buried inside her. He stroked her breasts, trailing a path that led closer to her nipples and watched her smile in the reflection as he caught them between his thumb and forefinger, easing them once more into pebbled peaks. The pace was deliberate and slow, deliciously slow and Chakotay thought he would cry from the need that consumed him, like a fire in his soul. White fingers tenderly stroked his face and neck while his ran over her body, touching, loving. Chakotay rocked under her, matching her rhythm, feeling his tip pressing at the spot inside her that continued to swell. He knew the effect it was having, his lover draped panting over him, eyelids heavy with lustful yearning. He’d never had a lover so willing and enthusiastic, one who made him feel so good, one who responding so vocally to his every touch or suggestion. “Gods … Kathryn …” he couldn’t hold back any longer, his orgasm was swiftly approaching like a hurricane on the horizon. Kathryn was almost out of her mind, coherent thoughts lost, his penis hitting her G spot, building her up … higher … higher … the aching unbearable … nearer … nearer … close … closer … now … his fingers raked through her curls and pinched her pleasure centre … now … now … “ Oh!! Oh!! Chak – O – Tay!” “Kat!!!” he howled, his orgasm storming through him, his seed shooting out in hot powerful spurts, body arched, face contorted, fingers gripping Kathryn’s hip, pushing her onto him, before stilling and slumping back, trying to get his breath. “Wow!” he managed at last, making Kathryn giggle as she slid off him and into the crook of his arm. “Wow indeed,” she countered, still giggling. Chakotay folded his arms around his sated lover, and kissed her lightly on the lips, “Thank you,” he whispered. “For what?” she asked, eyes shinning with happy contentment. “Loving me, and letting me love you,” his gaze was intent, betraying the depths of his feeling towards this woman lying naked by his side. Kathryn choked back a sob, “Always … I always loved you Chakotay, I was just too scared to admit it.” “I’m glad you did … although …” his eyes twinkled with humour, lips curled into a smile, “I don’t know how you resisted dragging me into your bed all these years … I now know you to be an extremely energetic, demanding, highly sexed, insatiable and vigorous woman who loves sex almost as much as coffee!” his grin grew larger, the dimples flashing. “More! I love sex more than coffee!” she corrected, “Especially with my very handsome and talented First Officer!” “I aim to please Captain!” “You certainly do!” she moved slightly and grimaced, “I feel as though I’ve been playing Velocity constantly for two weeks!!” she laughed. “Well, tonight was certainly a good workout!” he joked, then became serious, “It was fantastic, every time we’re together just gets better and better.” “I aim to please Commander,” she husked, mimicking his recent reply then yawning and snuggling closer, “I don’t know about you, but I need to get some sleep!” “Goodnight Kathryn,” he whispered, kissing her forehead. “Night darling,” she murmured as her eyes closed. Some hours later Chakotay awoke, the last of the candles were dying down but just gave enough light for him to view Kathryn sleeping by his side. She was beautifully naked, her body relaxed, arm resting over her tummy, the other raised over her head, breasts gently rising with her every breath, a slight smile on her lips. He loved her, more than life itself and thanked the Spirits daily for bringing her into his life, and his arms. He shivered, the temperature cooler now, and noticed Kathryn’s skin rippled with goose bumps. Leaning over he dragged the blanket up onto the bed, pausing to take one more look at her, before wrapping it around them both and drawing her to him as he closed his eyes. The End |
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