"If I am correct in assuming that you have not initiated vaginal intercourse out of an irrational fear of causing me discomfort after last night's rather...aerobic affair, then I believe I would be remiss in not showing you a similar type of concern." Tom's grip on her had loosened just enough to allow Seven to move her hips - which she did, wringing a moan from Tom's lips and inspiring within her a purely feminine feeling of sexual power. She rotated her hips once again, but before Tom's next moan had even reached his lips he found himself gasping with the sudden, shocking feeling of Seven moving away from him. Before he had to time to react, she was spreading his legs and kneeling between them, taking his penis in one small hand.
"It seems that I haven't a moment to spare, Tom. You are obviously in a great deal of discomfort."
Tom didn't get the chance to regain his ability to speak; to ask Seven exactly what she was talking about...when she suddenly moved again. Two pair of deep, blue eyes met and held...and then Seven leaned over, dragging her tongue over the entire length of his throbbing shaft in one long, hot lick.
"Gods, Seven, yes..." Tom managed to grind out, his voice harsh, before Seven's tongue descended again, reducing him to mere moans once again.
"I believe you should be familiar with this particular method of treatment," she said, stroking him slowly. "And although I had not considered the purpose of placing items in one's mouth that are not intended for consumption prior to my studies, this method is said to be...most effective." With that,she sheathed his erection fully with her soft, pouty lips and Tom found himself gripping the bed sheets he'd had his lover clawing at only moments before. Seven observed that it was most effective indeed.
With a skill uncharacteristic of an innocent, Seven used her lips, teeth, and tongue to drive Tom to unimagined heights of distraction - teasing me, he suspected in retribution (or payment, he wasn't sure which he should consider it) for the way he had teased her; retreating at just the moment he would have come right there in her sweet little mouth - only to work him up to that point once again. She took him completely into her - then pulled back to swirl the top of her tongue around the tip of his erection. She drug her tiny teeth over his heated flesh, placing light kisses up and down his shaft - then sucked him in deeply once again, driving him mad. He took all that he could take from her generous mouth - then could take no more.
All hope of restraint and sanity having completely deserted him, Tom's hands snaked into Seven's hair, wrapping the long, blond waves around his fingers. He forced her head downwards on his needy erection, pressing until she had swallowed him fully once again, holding her there so that she could deny him no longer. Seven did not resist this rough treatment, recognizing his desperation - taking this as her cue to end this little game. She became to take him with a purpose - driving him ever closer to a startlingly intense release. She had him breathless; mindless- head thrown back on a succession of moans and primitive, almost Klingon-like growls of pleasure. She took complete control over his body - until his need took control away from the both of them. Of their own accord, his hips surged off the bed and his hands tightened in Seven's hair, holding her head still as he thrust his aching cock into her willing mouth again and again. He fucked her, moaning and calling her name, then tumbling past the point of speech as he began to come with a force and helplessness that shocked him.
When he felt the inevitable climax begin to take him, he began to pull back, quickly disentangling his fingers from her golden locks of hair - but she would have none of it. She placed one hand on top of his two where they still rested upon her head, using the other hand to grip his penis, holding him in her mouth as he began to come - capturing his eyes with hers as they flew open in confusion.
"Seven...what?", but then his words were lost on the obvious invitation in her eyes and the way her lips held him, urging him to let her suck at him as he came in her mouth.
After all the surprises that Tom had been regailed with in the last twenty-four hours - seeing Seven naked, seeing her smile; making love with her, cuddling with her - he should have been prepared for anything. But nothing prepared him for the electrifying excitement that tore through him at the prospect of expending himself in Seven's deliscious, generous little mouth. The thought of the scenario alone would have been enough to undo Tom, but the sight and sensation of it actually happening sent Tom hopelessly past the edge.
"Seven, yes...Kahless, Seven, just like that..."
And then he was lost, jerking and writhing, his penis emptying its hot load into her receiving mouth, quivering in shuddering spasms of release as he groaned in ecstacy. In one blinding moment of passion, Tom's world came apart - leaving him feeling as though he were breaking warp-10 once again, as if his senses were everywhere all at once - and then it reassembled itself, and he was lying there, spent, in his bed with Seven at his side, casually brushing the errant locks of blond hair that had boyishly fallen across his sweaty brow.
He looked over at her, his smile a mixture of affection, satisfaction, and gratitude, which widened when she smiled back. He brushed his lips across her forehead; over flushed skin and the cool metal of her Borg eye peice, then reached for the foot of the bed and pulled a blanket over the both of them.
There weren't many words spoken as they lay there, drifting towards sleep, but Tom sighed contentedly, allowing the guilt and fear of consequences that had shaken him earlier to fade beside the afterglow of pleasures exchanged and passions spent. He wondered at the effect their little "scientific study" had had on Seven - allowing her to smile, to snuggle, eve now - and at the effect he had to admit that it had had on him as well. He would still, undoubtedly, pay for his sins - it was an inevitability. But he supposed that countless men had died in the name of scientific study before - and none of them, he he'd wager, had chosen such a worthwhile and rewarding topic of interest for which to give their lives as a night with Seven.