As if in a dream, Tom watched Seven stretch beside him, closing the hand she'd placed on her center around the soft mound. Involuntarily, Seven's eyes fluttered shut, and the whisper of a moan left her lips. Her hips moved instinctively upwards, pressing against his hand in an attempt to dull the ache that his touch had only served to intensify. Greedily his eyes devoured her lovely form, reveling in the look of pure abandonment that crossed her face; the passion and need that had her gripping the bed sheets beneath her and writhing as he pressed into her with the heel of his hand. When his fingers finally found her, separating her moist folds and pressing into her most intimate recesses, her hips came off the bed with a jolt of sensation and she cried out, loudly. Tom smiled, loving her passion; her reception to pleasure. He called on every trick in his impressive arsenal of lovemaking skills to push her to the very limits of control. He stroked and caressed, applying and decreasing pressure, slipping his fingers into her one at a time, two at a time, three. He gave her just enough to make her body beg for more, as her voice was lost in a mindless stream of moans and gasps and exclamations of his name. He brought her right to climax...and toyed with her, letting her fall back from that precipice only to push her towards it once again. He drove her wild and watched as the aloof Borg that had been vanished without a trace right before his very eyes - replaced by a woman capable of such honest, innocent, and impassioned responses that Tom felt a stirring in more than just his anatomy. He'd never been with anyone so open and uninhibited.
It wasn't much longer before Seven grew unsatisfied with this exquisite torture. she began to tug at Tom's shoulders, urging him to lie on top of her, to enter her and finally appease the ache within her body. Tom was tempted to do just that. He was harder than he could ever remember having been before, his reaction now unimpeded by alcohol as it had been the night before, and heightened by Seven's response to his touch. However, he was serious earlier when he'd told her he was sorry for having been so rough with her the first time. Times. Even after having used the regenerator on her, he was wary of taking her again, so soon and so hard - as he was certain he would be unable to control himself once he was inside of her. He wanted her too badly to be gentle. So instead he decided to ease her ache in another way. Rather than sliding up her body to cover her with himself, he slid down until he was kneeling between her legs.
Seven looked down at him, inexperienced and uncertain as to what he planned to do. But then he was opening her once again - and then she felt his breath on that one spot she most needed him to be...then she felt his tongue. And all uncertainty and resistance fled as quickly as if it had never been. The sensations that rocked her under the attentions of Tom's mouth and tongue were overwhelming. Tom found her clit, pushing her to the very brink of climax once again, and this time not stopping. Not until he felt the violent tremors of an intense orgasm ripping through her long, lithe body, causing every muscle within her to tighten, every nerve to cry out in sensation. Not until her thrashing against the pillows, her clawing at the bed sheets had ceased, and she lay beneath him limp from the exertions of her intense release; her wild moans and screams fading into soft pants and contented purrs. Afterwards, he crawled back beside her, stopping to place a gentle kiss on each sensitized nipple, and one on her sweat-slickened brow. He brushed her hair away from her face and then folded her into a gentle embrace, holding her while her breathing returned somewhat to normal and her body could finally cease to shake. Once it had, Seven recovered remarkably quickly, Tom thought. Sudenly, she was no longer lying beside him, but poised above him, straddling his hips.
"That...was a most remarkable experience that I had not expected during my study of human copulation," she said - classic Seven pillow talk, he imagined. Tom laughed, then smiled widely. Only Seven could sound both monotonic and breathless at the same time. And for a moment he could have sworn he detected a bit of awe in her expression. His smile widened and he allowed himself a bit of primitive male pride.
"There are many ways to make love, Seven," he told her. "I would have thought your cultural databases would have told you that." 'Not to mention last night's activities,' he mentally added.
"If there is one thing I have learned from you over the past twenty-four hours, Tom," Seven said, eyes still shut, "It is that reading about an activity, and performing that activity, are two very different experiences."
Tom laughed again, in full agreement with that statement, but then Seven was lowering herself against him, rubbing her slick, swollen pussy against his still-rock-hard erection, and his laughter froze somewhere deep within his chest.
"There are still, however," she continued, as her provocative movements caused Tom's breathing to become ragged and labored "Some very important standards of appropriate sexual conduct that must be upheld according to the Starfleet cultural databe, which I believe to be correct." Tom wondered at his ability to hold an intelligible conversation when his body had become nothing more than an aching, desperate need, and didn't even attempt to respond, but merely gave himself over to Seven's administrations, holding himself still as she tormented him, crushing her ample breasts in his large hands.
Meanwhile, Seven wondered at the illogical pleasure that coursed through her as Tom, in his desire, forgot his strength and applied an excessive amount of pressure on her tender breasts. She felt herself leaning into his touch, inviting more of the pleasure and pain his bruising grip inflicted, an expression of satisfaction crossing her face that caused Tom's pulsing erection to jump in response. Seven took advantage of the movement - lowering and positioning her body at just the right moment, capturing Tom's penis and guiding it to where it needed to be - impaling herself fully upon him.
Tom moaned at the pleasure of having Seven's tight inner muscles close around him, warm and wet. His hands left her breasts to grip her hips, holding her still when she would have moved - the mere sensation of being inside her so intensely exciting that he nearly came right then. Meanwhile, Seven's explanatin continued - her words barely registering in his need-clouded mind.