[As he drags Uhura's panties down her legs, watching her body move to accommodate the action, Sulu takes a moment to realize how surreal this is, what they're about to do. He has various feelings about all of his closer crewmates, considers them all friends and something like family, but has harbored sexual attraction for only two of them: Uhura and, as Uhura knows, Chekov. His less than friendly thoughts about the captain earlier today had come from the pent up sexual frustration he's been stalwartly trying to ignore for months, and though he hadn't planned to reveal them as he did, he's glad he slipped. This is going to be good for both of them, getting to connect with another person, to touch and feel and experience pleasure. Sulu desires Uhura, his want for her goes deeper than his need to be close to someone, and the way she looks at him, even if she doesn't feel that same way, makes him feel desired in return.
Once her underwear are out of the way, Sulu doesn't make Uhura wait; he places his palms on the insides of her knees and eases her legs wider apart before he circles her hips and urges her to shift closer to the edge of the couch cushion upon which she's sitting. As she moves forward he meets her with his mouth, kissing along one inner thigh and then going straight to her center, sliding the width of his tongue along the split of her, bottom to top. He groans lowly at the taste of her as it explodes across his tongue, one hand hooking around Uhura's knee as he presses his face closer, burying his nose and mouth in her wet folds, nuzzling and lapping until he has to shift back to breathe.
He moves then to her clit, swirling the end of his tongue around it for a moment before pushing closer to suck it into his mouth, pulling more blood to the surface to increase the sensation. He moans as he moves to flick against it again, his free hand pressing down between his own legs, heel of his palm grinding into his erection where it throbs so intensely with his heartbeat that it aches. He loves doing this, eating a woman out, and he doesn't want to stop, doesn't want to rush it, but his body is calling for so much more, and his mind is filling in those gaps, showing him images of standing and catching Uhura in his arms, taking her to his bed and burying himself inside her, kissing and touching and pounding into her until they're both utterly lost.
It only makes him more determined to make this good for her, to make this about her. He shifts down and pushes close again, filling her with the width of his tongue as best he can, slipping through the middle of her in long, wet swipes. And then back to the top, licking at her clit, scraping it with the careful application of his teeth. His face is damp from the bridge of his nose to his chin and his senses are full of her, her scent, her taste, her warmth, the sound of her voice. He's rubbing at himself absently, groaning, licking and sucking and tasting and learning every warm, wet inch of her.]
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Date: 2016-08-14 07:46 am (UTC)Once her underwear are out of the way, Sulu doesn't make Uhura wait; he places his palms on the insides of her knees and eases her legs wider apart before he circles her hips and urges her to shift closer to the edge of the couch cushion upon which she's sitting. As she moves forward he meets her with his mouth, kissing along one inner thigh and then going straight to her center, sliding the width of his tongue along the split of her, bottom to top. He groans lowly at the taste of her as it explodes across his tongue, one hand hooking around Uhura's knee as he presses his face closer, burying his nose and mouth in her wet folds, nuzzling and lapping until he has to shift back to breathe.
He moves then to her clit, swirling the end of his tongue around it for a moment before pushing closer to suck it into his mouth, pulling more blood to the surface to increase the sensation. He moans as he moves to flick against it again, his free hand pressing down between his own legs, heel of his palm grinding into his erection where it throbs so intensely with his heartbeat that it aches. He loves doing this, eating a woman out, and he doesn't want to stop, doesn't want to rush it, but his body is calling for so much more, and his mind is filling in those gaps, showing him images of standing and catching Uhura in his arms, taking her to his bed and burying himself inside her, kissing and touching and pounding into her until they're both utterly lost.
It only makes him more determined to make this good for her, to make this about her. He shifts down and pushes close again, filling her with the width of his tongue as best he can, slipping through the middle of her in long, wet swipes. And then back to the top, licking at her clit, scraping it with the careful application of his teeth. His face is damp from the bridge of his nose to his chin and his senses are full of her, her scent, her taste, her warmth, the sound of her voice. He's rubbing at himself absently, groaning, licking and sucking and tasting and learning every warm, wet inch of her.]