[ By the time Sulu pulls back, Uhura is trembling and wrecked from the force of her orgasm. It's the first at the hands of another in a very long time, and it feels as wonderful as she remembers. Perhaps even better, considering how long it's been. When she finally tips her head down, brushing the hair out of her eyes, and looks at Sulu, his face wet with her juices, she sucks in a breath.
She had expected this to be something simple, something she could chalk up to both of them spending far too long without release (Spock had rubbed off on her, it seemed). But now, sitting there half-naked before Sulu, only partially sated from that one orgasm - she wants more.
Uhura's never been a woman to back down from getting what she wants. So she leans in, capturing his lips and licking into his mouth, chasing her own taste. It's not something she's ever avoided, and now it only motivates her to deepen the kiss. It feels good to just kiss someone, slide her tongue along his and lose herself in his taste, the feeling of his mouth moving against hers.
When she finally needs to breath, she pulls back - enough so that she can look at Sulu, noting the desire in his eyes, the erection tenting his pants. ]
Let me give you a blow job. [ A moments pause, as she considers. She wants to see him, wants to wrap her lips around his dick, but even more than that, she wants connection. Wants the ache of penetration. ] Or fuck me. If you want.
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Date: 2016-08-19 04:28 am (UTC)She had expected this to be something simple, something she could chalk up to both of them spending far too long without release (Spock had rubbed off on her, it seemed). But now, sitting there half-naked before Sulu, only partially sated from that one orgasm - she wants more.
Uhura's never been a woman to back down from getting what she wants. So she leans in, capturing his lips and licking into his mouth, chasing her own taste. It's not something she's ever avoided, and now it only motivates her to deepen the kiss. It feels good to just kiss someone, slide her tongue along his and lose herself in his taste, the feeling of his mouth moving against hers.
When she finally needs to breath, she pulls back - enough so that she can look at Sulu, noting the desire in his eyes, the erection tenting his pants. ]
Let me give you a blow job. [ A moments pause, as she considers. She wants to see him, wants to wrap her lips around his dick, but even more than that, she wants connection. Wants the ache of penetration. ] Or fuck me. If you want.