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| Bodies tangled, wrapped in a bliss of sweat and passion. Their lips inched slowly over each others bodies, each kiss met with even more passion. Groans of pleasure, met with sighs of approval echoed throughout the bedroom. Slowly he worked his hand through the clips in her hair. Confined in a bundle, the "BUN OF STEEL", was harder to get into then a Ferengi Latinum Vault. As he released the bun, the long, thick, golden-brown hair cascaded down her bare back. It curved like a snake against her vulupsous body, his heart plumeted loudly inside his chest. A remarkable beauty, as he witnessed in front of him, was only aparant in myths about Goddessess, and in nature. With desire so great, his lips landed firmly on her neck, slowly tracing down, ever so slowly; pausing briefly for moments, to entice her more. Placing his hands in her hair as he brushed it down her back until he was able to reach her swollen bottom. He slowly lifted her up, until she was straddling his bronze-tanned body. She lowered her head as she kissed his big full lips. Tracing her hand along his tribal marking, until she met his dark, brush-cut hair, with a small hint of pepper. She moved her head lower down his body, trailing her hair behind her like a rippling stream. She continued her descent down his firm muscular body, as she kissed his inner thigh, his proud member was standing tall, awaiting further instruction. Her plan, a clever, yet cruel one was something that she knew that he would never forger. She slowly lowered her head until his full shaft was deep in her throat. Moving her tongue and mouth back in forth, slowly at first, but ever increasing, as his hips thrusted at her mouth. She cupped his balls, and moved her hands ever so delicately over his throbbing member. As if a countdown to a bomb, he slowly lifted her head. Eyes met eyes, as he lifted her up, and gently lowered her onto his swelling erection. As he filled her completely, he paused, as if letting them both adjust to the extreme euphoria that they were both feeling. He then began to thrust in a technique that is as old as man. LIPS ON LIPS, LIPS ON BODIES, HANDS GRABBING HAIR, Thrusts became faster, the edge was near , they were both aware of it. As if telepathically linked, they both knew what each other wanted, and both did what they could to make the other, as happy as they were feeling. She was so close, that she was having so much trouble focusing on his rich coffee eyes, but she wanted to look at him soo bad. He almost completely pulled out, but suddenly surprised her by thrusting hard into her willing flesh. It was all it took to push her over the edge, and him along with her. Her hair hung over his body as she layed on top him, slowly recovering once again from an exciting night of pleasure. "Kathryn.... my god your beautiful", Chakotay explained as he kissed her head, and pulled her to his side. "Chakotay, I knew that you liked my hair, but this much?? I should wear my hair down more!" "No don't do that, I'll never be able to work" Chakotay replied laughing. "It would be a nice break from the Delta Quadrant everyday though.." Kathryn snuggled in closer to her friend, her lover, and realized that 70 years didn't seem that long at all. ~~THE END ~~ |
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