Deep Blue Sea - Chapter 3-text

DEEP BLUE SEA

by Y2Kelly

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This chapter is rated NC-17 for sex.

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*****************CHAPTER THREE******************

A MOONLIGHT KISS

Trip handed her a cup of chamomile tea, as she sat up and they made their way to the bench seat. He sat next to her with his cup of coffee in hand. They were on the aft deck of the Yacht, where they spent the previous hour sitting on the floor mat, in deep meditation under the full moon light. To add to the atmosphere, there were calm ocean waters and beaming stars above, glistening on the deep blue sea. T’Pol was quiet after her meditation; more reserved than earlier in the evening. Trip was feeling that now was not the time to try to get her to talk about her concerns, as he could feel through the bond that her silence had more to do with morning Elizabeth than about him or their current situation. He was content to sit there quietly with her, savoring her closeness and beauty.

T’Pol shivered slightly from the cool breeze, so Trip put his left arm around her; drawing her close into his arms. She did not object; instead, she snuggled her head into his chest. It was comforting to them both. She was feeling his need to cuddle through the bond. It compelled her to be more physically intimate with him. If she were bonded with a Vulcan male, she would not experience this need in the bond. They sat there, comforted in each others arms for several minutes, not saying one word. Until, suddenly, a shooting star burst across the clear sky.

“You see that? A shootin’ star!” Trip pointed to it.

“I believe you are referring to nothing more than a meteorite burning upon entry into Earth’s atmosphere. Rather uneventful.” She said in an almost snippy manor.

“But how often do you see one at the same time with the one you love?”

“Perhaps, not so often.”

“It’s romantic, darlin’, and lucky. Make a wish.” He said in a whisper, close to her ear.

T’Pol raised her eyebrow in confusion. “I fail to see the logic in that?”

“Human’s believe that when you see a shootin’ star, it’s lucky! And your wish will come true! So, what ya’ wish for darlin? ”

“I do not believe in making wishes, Trip.”

Smirking, Trip drew closer and whispered. “Well, what if ya’ did? Then what would ya’ wish for then?”

“Then, I would wish for you to stop confusing me with your wishful thinking!” She returned with a whisper equal to his, but not in the same teasing manor.

“Wishful thinking? What’s that suppose ta’ mean? And why are ya’ so irritable darlin’? I’m just makin’ small talk here!”

“T’hy’la, I only mean that your imagination wonders where my logic does not. It is difficult for me to focus on logic with your fantasies invading my thoughts in the most illogical ways….at the most inconvenient times.”

“Oh yeah? Fantasies? Which ones?” He said with a devilish smile; drawing closer to her; his voice huskier.

“There are many and they all involve me….naked.” Her eyes narrowed in on his.

“Hmmm, what’s so illogical ‘bout that, darlin’?” He chuckled.

“Trip, it is highly illogical for a Vulcan to mate as much as your mind fantasizes about it! Even by Human standards, several sexual encounters per day on a frequent basis would not be practical.”

“Well, darlin’, that’s just normal for a human male. Just because I’m thinkin’ about it all the time, doesn’t mean I’m actually wantin’ it right then! Sometimes just thinkin’ ‘bout ya’ is comfortin’ ta’ me. I can’t help it that when I think about ya’, I’m imaginin’ your beautiful, naked, body!” He tried to put on an innocent face, but T’Pol wasn’t going for it.

“That may be true for Human males; however, a Vulcan male would only share these thoughts with his mate if he was in need of sexual intimacy. My body prepares for you, t’hy’la, each and every time one of your fantasies invades my thoughts. When you do not come for me, I feel the need to seek you out, only to realize your thoughts are for your own recreation and not meant for me.” She averted her eyes away in disappointment.

“Really? Well, I can see how that could be a little confusin’ ta’ ya’. Why haven’t ya’ ever said anythin’ ta’ me before about this? I don’t mean to confuse ya’ darling…I just can’t help that I’m thinkin’ of ya’ all the time!”

“For this reason, I have had to learn to adapt to your fantasies. I can teach you some techniques for shielding your thoughts from me; but, I doubt you will be able to keep such feelings to yourself. It would be less challenging if these thoughts were not of a…sexual nature.”

“Well darlin’, it may be easy for you to focus your thoughts on somethin’ other than me…but, I can’t stop thinkin’ about you. You know what I’m thinkin’ about right now?” His face moved close to her; but, he would not kiss her. He lingered close to her mouth, focusing his eyes on her lips.

T’Pol’s eyes narrowed slightly at his lips. Suddenly, she crashed into his mouth, kissing him hard. Her lewd hands grabbed at the back of his head and pulled him in even harder into her. She moved her fingers through his soft, full head of blonde hair; trailing from his hair to his ears, tracing her two fingers (index\middle) to his jaw line and then to his lips, as she pulled her sucking lips away from his.

Her two fingers over his mouth, she stood up, and with a seductive look, designed to lure him in, she lingered her eyes upon him as she walked off and slowly made her way down the stairway and towards the hallway leading to her cabin. For a moment, Trip was still hanging his mouth slightly open from her kiss, as he watched her walk away. When her lingering eyes disappeared into the dark hallway, he then caught his breath and exhaled long. Damn, she’s sexy! he thought.

He stood up. Light-headed at first, as he felt overwhelmed with both of their needs through the bond. He longed for her touch and affection. For when he made love to her, all of her censored emotions of lust, passion, and desire released upon him at once.

He stepped down the stairway to follow after her, but she already disappeared into her cabin. He suspiciously opened her door and walked in slowly. Where is she? he thought. The cabin was sizeable; but, not so large that she would have many places to hide. Suddenly, she jumped on him from around the right corner, like a predator attacking its prey. She was only wearing her panties and tank top. He had to catch her and put his hands on her bottom to hold her up while she consumed his lips in a luscious kiss. She’s feisty! Where’s this comin’ from? Trip thought.

He responded by pushing her up against the wall of the cabin with force. She gasped and closed her eyes in a wave of arousal. While his stronger hand held her bottom up, he pulled around his other hand to force her jaw to an angle that would allow him unimpeded access to the left side of her neck and ear. He hovered his lips above her neck skin. His hot breath steamed over her already warmed flesh. His teasing breaths caused her heart to race.

He began with light kisses, moving over the side of her neck. His nose lightly trickled its way up her neck line to meet her ear lobe. He sucked, nibbled, and then sprung the lobe loose. T’Pol shivered at this; her ears were especially sensitive to his touch. He traced her ear line with the tip of his tongue, making his way back down her neck line with harder kisses while his free hand moved from grabbing her jaw down to exploring beneath her shirt.

His strong, generous palm strokes moved over her soft breast; caressing his fingers over her hardened nipples. His hard cock pressed into her, as his kisses moved from her neck to her lips. His tongue filled her mouth, and hers, melted into his.

Trip, suddenly, tumbled down to his knees, still holding her up against the cabin wall as he brought her down with him. Carelessly, he continued their locked kiss as he pulled off her tank-top, tearing a piece of it in the process. Her bosoms fell voluptuously and he so desired to bury himself into them right then, but T’Pol growled in response to his sudden aggression and responded by ripping his shirt off in return. The feel of his bare chest - its muscular depths and soft curls of hair - caused her to lose all control. She pushed him forcefully onto the floor and moved over top of him with precision. His hands roughly moved down to her hips as she straddled him, pushing her arms down into his chest, holding him there. Her fingers massaged his curls. He looked up into her eye and could see only her strong desire to take him now, as she pressed her core harder into his package. He moved his hands behind her panties and easily drew them down while she positioned herself to allow them to be pulled down from around her legs. At the same time, he wiggled out of his shorts as she yanked on them, kicking both of their shorts loose with his feet until they were off and both were completely naked.

She quickly returned to her position over him and began kissing him fervidly. Both of his hands held the back of her head to draw her closer. They moved down her soft side to around her hips and smooth cheeks until his fingers finally found the crack of her. They fondled their way to her soft, hot, wet center. She gasped in response as he stroked her. His fingers focused on her depths, exploring the feel of her moist curves. He could feel her pleasure increasing with each stroke, as she loosened and tightened around his touch. He suddenly maneuvered her around so that her back was against the floor and he lay at her side, his fingers still focusing on her folds.

“Hmmm, you feel so good, let me taste you,” he demanded in sweet whispers. T’Pol moaned in response.

He explored the taste of her arousal. His kisses made their way from her mouth down to her core. She moaned as his tongue lapped at her sopping folds, accurately tonguing her pearl of pleasure. He could taste her increasing excitement and craved to have her cream in his mouth, but she wanted him in her. NOW! She suddenly grabbed at the back of his head and pulled him up to her mouth. She kissed him hard, tasting her musky juices in his mouth. Trip could only suck on his own tongue in remembrance of her taste. With a shift in her body, she slung him around and straddled him while she grabbed both his hands and threw them above his head in order to hold them against the floor.

She moved close to his face to meet his eyes. They paused to gaze upon one another for a moment. She entered over him. Lightly. Her eyes closed, as she adjusted to his mass. Their sexual dimorphism challenged her to take him in wholly. Trip lay there in complete ecstasy at the moment. His eyes rolled back and he moaned as he released his hands from her grip to hold onto her hips. Her face was still close enough to his face that he could kiss her neck, chin, mouth, ears.

After several long minutes of her slow motion, she was comfortable enough to lift herself upright over him, using her hands on his chest for leverage to ride him with more penetrating force. He moaned in a whisper, “T’Pol.” He felt so good in her. With each stride she began to breathe heavier, and after several longer minutes of her elevated pace of sex, she perspired. Trip sensed her need for more as she began to ride him even harder. In his lying position, he began to thrust himself upward into her to match her drive. She softly moaned for him, “ahh…Trip.” After only a few short minutes, he caused her to lightly spasm over his cock. Her moaning was even louder, not yet overcome; but, in her brief moment of euphoria, he suddenly grabbed both her wrist and pulled them apart, causing her hands to lose grip of his chest. Her imbalance brought her crashing into him as he moved upright.

He grabbed her hips roughly and pulled himself to his feet as she clung her arms over his shoulders, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her feet grinding into his back, her hands in his hair, bracing herself all over, as he walked backwards towards her bed and sat down on the edge with her still over him. Her open, panting mouth rested against his ear as he began to pump her. Lightly at first, then harder, again lightly, again harder. He continued this motion for several minutes until she was loosing herself. She was unable to speak in Human terms, as her primal needs spoke with a growling, feral, breathy whisper in his ear.

“Nem-tor dwan...nem-tor yeht la’ I’.”

She bit at his ear and whimpered for more. Trip wasn’t sure what those words meant in Vulcan, but he felt her intensity through the bond. She was exploding on him and at this moment she needed him to take her over the edge. He moved his left hand behind her back and up to hold onto her shoulder for leverage. His thrusts moved harder, faster, and deeper into her. She called his name, “ahh, Trip,” as her head fell back from his face and her back arched. They moaned in unison. Her moans became exhilarating cries for more, “Tor ri kroykah. Ahhhh, ahhhhhhh, ahhhhhh….” When he saw tears falling from her eyes, Trip could hold back no more. As she matched his thrust in force, her contractions brought them both to a climax. They both, screamed, “ahhhhhhhhhhhhh….”

Trip pulled her back into his chest. He held onto her very closely as his eruptions warmed the insides of her.

Their heads rested against each other, as they breathed heavily. He grabbed her right thigh and in one motion positioned himself on top of her with her back to the bed. He moaned softly, as he moved lightly inside her. Every muscle in his body convulsed, as his release continued to fill her core. T’Pol lay there panting, taking him in. She wrapped her arms around his back and pulled his head to nestle into her bosoms. He closed his eyes and fainted into sleep. T’Pol felt comfort and protection with him there inside her. She watched him sleep as she moved her fingers through his coarse, sweaty hair. Moments later she would join him in his erotic dreams.

Two hours later…

It was late in the night. The moonlight glistened off the ocean waters, shadows of him covered her. She was asleep and he lay there beside her; watching her breath; so beautiful, so peaceful. His fingers (middle\index) traced her facial structure; from her nose, brow ridge, cheek bone, jaw line, to lips. She awoke to his finger kiss. His tender touches sent waves of love. He gazed upon her hazy eyes; leaning his head onto his right hand; his right elbow resting beneath her left arm; he snuggled in as his fingers focused on her.

“Just let me touch ya’ for a while, darlin’.” He said to her in a soft whisper.

Her eyes closed and her head tilted back. It was her signal to Trip that she would allow his touches to continue; she would not resist him his pleasures. His two fingers trailed down her chin, following softly against the flesh of her neck and to the cleavage of her bosoms. He moved over her silky breasts. He sucked on his fingers then rubbed them over her nipples. He blew on her wet, hard nipples as she shivered. He wanted so badly to suck them, but he could feel that his touches were arousing her even more than his kisses. His two fingers began to trail down to her belly button and then to the curly hairs of her heated nectar.

He teased her; moving his fingers everywhere around her core. Up and down her inner thighs, lightly stroking her clitoris. He was so turned on by her smell that he felt an urge to again feast on her sweetness, but held back as he was more interested in her reaction to his teasing fingers. T’Pol’s right hand moved over her forehead as she sighed in response to his motions. His two fingers moved gently into her deluged center.

Exploring the feeling of her inner walls, he wondered where might be her “G-Spot”. He moved in and out of her smooth sex, feeling out different areas within her. One particular spot caused her to sigh a little more and then he knew where to focus his strokes. He moved a third finger into her to penetrate her spot with more touches. He could no longer resist kissing her. He fingered her as his tongue danced with hers. He grabbed her breast roughly and sucked on her nipple with his other hand. His strokes moved faster and faster. So accurate on the spot that would send her over the edge. He bit at her nipples as he felt her inner walls tighten around his fingers. T’Pol whimpered, “hmmm, ahhhh, hmmm, ahhhh…” His thumb massaged over her clitoris while he stroked her insides. He pulled his sucking mouth from her nipples to watch her climax. Her hand holding her forehead, T’Pol cried for him, “aahhh, ahahaaaa…” Trip loved watching her in the moment. Her eyes rolled back and tears streamed down the sides of her cheek. It was pure ecstasy and through the bond he felt her pleasure in a mind numbing way. His fingers still moved in and out of her silky canal in slow motion as her inner walls continued to cave in around them and a current of orgasmic waves flowed onto his hand.

He kissed her passionately; his generous tongue exploring hers. As his right hand moved both her arms back above her head, he pulled out his soaked middle and index fingers from her sopping core and pressed them onto her lips. She licked at them as he moved them forward into her mouth. She began to suck and tongue his two fingers as he moved them in and out of her mouth. This nearly sent him over the edge.

He moved into her sideways. His fingers still in her mouth while using his right arm for leverage. He was rock hard inside her - aroused by her hot, wet, feel – moving into her more easily this time. He grabbed at her inner left thigh to part her legs even more. He penetrated her slowly from this side position. Her flowing juices blew his mind. He couldn’t take it much longer! He pulled his finger from her mouth, as he needed that hand to maneuver underneath her. Her back lay on his chest, but she quickly adjusted her arms behind her to leverage above his head, her back arched and her knees bent as she used the muscles of her thighs to thrust into him. She was over him in a parallel position. His right hand holding the bottom of her right cheek while the left hand held onto her left breast for more leverage as he sucked on her nipple. He roared at her as he was beginning to lose all senses, “arrhhhh, arrrhhhhh…”

He moved his left hand up her small back, feeling his fingers on her spine, which caused her to slow down momentarily in pleasure. When he found the spot, he began to press her sensitive nerves, as she taught him to in their more intimate Neuropressure sessions. She screamed as she thrust her hips hard onto his throbbing shaft, over and over. His touches causing her to lose all control of her senses. “Harder!” she demanded. He pressed her vertebrae nerve harder as she moved faster and faster over him. He joined her in the thrusting and soon they screamed in unison. He exploded inside her as she fell back into him. They both perspired and breathed heavy. He was laughing and moaning at the same time, as he began wrapping his arms around her and kissing her ears. He was still aroused inside her.

“Hmmmm, you smell so beautiful…you know how much I love you?”

“There are no words in either of our languages that can accurately describe my affection for you, t’hy’la; and your smell is invigorating as well.”

She let her head fall back into his right shoulder as he kissed her neck passionately. Both his hands caressed up and down her mid section repeatedly, and then his right fingers began to fondle her bundle of nerves while he played with her nipples with his left hand and continued working over her neck with his mouth. Their fore play continued at a slow pace for sometime, until they collapsed together into sleep. Fortunately for them, Twilight quarters were well insulated and their romping noises would not disturb his parents.

Three hours later….

T’Pol woke up for the second time that night in his arms. He's still inside her! Half-awake\half-asleep in the dark, early morning hour. He would stay with her, going no where the remainder of the night. It was only the first day of their voyage and the sails were already filled with a lusty wind!

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