When All Else Fails (Sweet Bliss and Contentment)
Nyota lay on her stomach totally spent. It took all the effort she could muster in order to turn over on her side and face Leonard McCoy.
She watched him as he slept. His lashes were longer than necessary for a man, and they fluttered slightly in his sleep.
She wondered if this man had a split personality because she never envisioned that the kind, shy Doctor McCoy that she came to know was the same man who had left her feeling exhausted, limp and totally spent. She had to admit to herself that she was totally satisfied and it had been a long time since she felt this way.
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Most men did not dwell on foreplay long, but for McCoy it was an art. He seemed to enjoy it as much as she enjoyed receiving it and that was saying a lot as far as she was concerned. He lazily kissed and nipped every inch of her body, his mouth and hands seemed never to tire as they glided over her.
After his mouth devoured her while his fingers explored her unchartered territory, he left her on the bed trying to recover from the multiple orgasms he induced. He got up and gracefully washed his hands in the basin as if he was about to perform some sort of delicate surgery. He then returned to the bed asking her if she was ready for part two.
He began kissing her forehead, her eyes, nose and finally her lips. He nibbled on her chin and on her earlobe. He traced her jaw line with his tongue and ran his nose through her hair. It seemed that he wanted to memorize every smell, taste and response from her.
"Leonard..." she whispered as he began licking her nipples.
"Hmmm" he replied absently, appearing to be totally content in his task of licking circles around her areolas, coaxing her nipples to their full potential.
"I want to feel you inside me." She tried to be calm, but her voice was almost begging. When was she going to get the good stuff?
McCoy chuckled knowingly. "Getting impatient are we?"
"You're such a tease....it's just that it's been so long for me."
"Me too" he said. "However, I want another taste of your sweetness first. I want you to cum in my mouth. I think I'm becoming addicted to you already."
He moved between her thighs parting them, his lips slightly parted in eager anticipation.
"I don't know Leonard; I'm a little sensitive right now. I don't think I can come again."
He positioned himself between her thighs. "If I want the prize, then I must present the winning number" he replied undeterred. "And I so want that prize."
He lightly touched the underside of her clit with his tongue and began to lightly blow on it and flick it back and forth. He was barely touching her, yet after only a few moments his tongue along with his warm breath was causing a slow burn in her belly. He acted as if he had all the time in the world. He teased and coaxed her nub with the patience of Job, his touch as elusive as the wind. It seemed as if her body had a mind of its own as it arched towards him seeking more of what he was offering.
She felt the familiar heat building in her center and it was if the red sea itself was parting. The ache inside her increased and she felt herself opening up to him as a flower being drawn to the morning sunlight, ready to give him all he wanted and more. Her body arched upwards on its own accord as it strained towards release, her inner walls quivering in eager anticipation of the manhood it so desperately craved.
She felt totally open and exposed as her body ached and liquefied on the inside, desperately yearning for contact with his flesh. He sensed this, but would not comply with her body's demands but instead lightly ran his tongue teasingly along her outer lips causing them to quiver demanding his entry. Instead he coaxed them some more and watched as they obeyed, parting slightly as the prize he was seeking forced it's way past them to his hungry lips which were ready to receive that which he had worked so hard for.
Nyota felt that she couldn't take much more; the ache inside her building to such a point that she was quivering uncontrollably.
"Please, Leonard..."
He held her firmly by her hips unwilling at the moment to give in to her body's demands until he got all he wanted and Nyota could feel the intense explosion from the inside out propelling towards his waiting lips all he sought and more. The spasms were the most intense she had ever experienced and she was unable to contain the scream that was building in her throat as it hit her with an intensity that she had never known. Her hand involuntarily grabbed him by the hair crushing his face to her sex as the spasms continued with a sweet, hot ferocity which almost bought her to a sitting position as she rose up on the bed.
"Yeah baby, let it flow" McCoy hissed greedily lapping when her wetness flowed freely. As the spasms shook her, he continued to devour her not willing to let any of her offering escape his lips and all Nyota could do was ride the wave he created.
She fell back on the bed and he quickly turned her over before she could completely recover. "Get on your knees" he commanded.
She could barely get into position before she felt him push inside her, filling her, stretching her causing another orgasm to hit her, the intensity of it making her weak and making McCoy groan.
"Sweet Jesus, Nyota!"
His voice was husky, full of the desire he felt.
"You know how long I've dreamed of having you like this, on your knees with your cum in my mouth?" He groaned again, banging into her with a fierceness that caused her head to come in contact with the headboard continuously.
She hardly noticed because to her, to finally have him inside her was pure bliss. He was out of control, his fingers digging into her hips, his flesh slapping against hers in a rhythm as old as time itself. Nyota was pleasantly surprised that he had quite a bit of stamina as he continued much longer than she had anticipated for a man who hadn't had sex in a while.
He quickly flipped her over on her back. "Tired yet, darling?"
"No, are you?" she responded grinning.
He laughed in response and slipped back into her again; pushing her legs apart and grabbing her under her hips raising her off the bed. He moved slower now as if he was savoring every stroke.
"Sweet, tight pussy." he hissed more to himself than to her as he picked up the pace. "So good..."
He opened his eyes which were by now an intense blue. "You're my woman now. There's no going back!" He slammed into her harder. "Say it!"
"I'm your woman" she responded.
"Fuck..." he gasped pushing her knees on either side of her head as he leaned down and kissed her.
"Say it louder, like you mean it...talk to me!" His voice had gone up an octave and she knew he was near climax himself.
"Fuck me, Leonard McCoy!" she screamed. "Fuck me like you dreamed of fucking your woman. Give it all to me!"
Nyota lost all control, and she watched in amazement as he lifted almost vertically off the bed as if she weighed little, throwing her legs over his shoulders, pounding into her with a fury of a man possessed.
He dug his fingers into her hips as his release shook him, emptying all he had into her willing vessel. He released her and collapsed on the bed totally spent.
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McCoy opened his eyes and smiled. "Thinking of me perhaps?"
"Perhaps." she whispered returning his smile.
"You're a keeper" he said pulling her closer.
"What choice do I have?"
"There's always Sulu" he murmured.
"After that performance, I seriously doubt that he could measure up."
"Better not try and find out" he said lazily going back to sleep.
Nyota kissed him on the forehead and knew that leaving Leonard McCoy was the furthest thing from her mind.
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