nyota_uhura24 | [SOL! Verse - I Heard It Through The Grapevine]

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[SOL! Verse - I Heard It Through The Grapevine]

Finally it was Monday. Nyota usually went several days without seeing Jim during the week, but the wait between Saturday and Monday always felt like forever. Thankfully her father had mostly recovered from his illness and told her he didn't mind if she kept her weekly dinner date with “Anna.” She felt a little twinge of guilt every time someone used the name she'd invented to cover for her relationship with Jim, but as always she ignored it. She deserved her happiness.

Besides, she really needed to be out of the house tonight. Trent and his mother were coming over for dinner, and she'd been avoiding him since Saturday night, which was... Just what in the world was that? He usually managed the diner on weekdays, but because her father was ill he came in on Saturday night. After closing they found themselves alone in the kitchen, and while she was talking to him about Jim's music he tried to kiss her. She panicked and turned her head away, downright nauseated by the idea of anyone but Jim kissing or touching her. She knew about her father's hopes, of course, but had never known that Trent wanted any part in them. He apologized profusely when she told him how very improper it was, and she fled before he could say anything more.

She had been hoping to steal a few moments with Jim that night, but perhaps it was for the best that he was already gone when she left the kitchen. There could never be anyone in her heart but Jim, but she knew she'd have to reconsider her assumption that Trent opposed their marriage. But surely... surely he didn't actually want to marry her? They'd been close friends for so long that she thought of him as a cousin, almost a sibling. Maybe he was just trying to please their parents. She knew on some level that she'd have to figure it out eventually, but for now she just wanted to spend time with the man she loved. Smiling a little to herself and putting Trent far from her mind, she walked into Jim's building and took the elevator to the top floor, where she knocked quietly on the door.

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His repeated assurances that he was fine didn't quite ring true, but she couldn't bring herself to move any faster. If she did she'd just end up hurting and wanting to stop. It felt as if she was moving both too quickly and agonizingly slowly, and when he was finally inside her she felt an odd little swell of accomplishment even though she was still waiting for it to really feel comfortable. He was definitely a lot bigger than his fingers. When his lips met hers she returned the kiss passionately if a little sloppily, slightly amazed that he was really, finally inside her. His answer to her question startled a half laugh from her lips, the words both soothing her and making her realize that she really had no idea what happened next. All she'd really known about sex was that that part of him would go inside her. "What happens now?" she whispered.

The little laugh was music to his ears, and he kept trailing kisses over her face, letting her take her time to adjust. He just had to be patient for a little while longer, and then he could let go of some of his restraint. His right hand was still on her hip, but the other one drifted down to tease gently at her nipple. "Now, you take a moment to get used to it, and when you're ready, you move your hips a little. Just like dancing." Just in case she needed a little added incentive to want to do that soon, his right hand moved to rub lightly at her clit, hoping to stoke the arousal that was sure to have died down by now. "Dance with me, love?"

Melting at the kisses to her face, she took deep breaths until it started to feel a little more comfortable. She was still too full, but it wasn't nearly as bad as she'd often feared it might be, and the fact that she was doing this with Jim meant her heart was now fluttering happily. The hands teasing at her breast and stroking between her legs made her sigh and sent a little jolt of desire through her. She tried to grasp on to it to overcome the feelings of discomfort, and smiled a little wider at the question. "Always, Jim, my love," she murmured, tentatively rocking her hips a little and gasping slightly at the little thrill it sent through her.

Returning her smile, he let go of an pent up moan when she started rocking her hips ever so slightly, the hand on her beast moving back to her hip to help her get a feel for how to move. "You are so amazing love, so very amazing. I'm gonna start moving with you a little now, okay?" In spite of all his restraint, there was really no way he could keep still any longer, not when she started moving. Still mindful of not going too fast, he rolled his hips upwards, just a little bit, trying to meet her rhythm. Sure, he was sweating, and okay, his hands were maybe trembling a little bit with the effort of reining himself in for so long, but just these small movements made it worth it, granting him a little of what he needed.

She still didn't quite feel like she knew what she was doing, but the hand on her hip helped guide her as she tentatively rocked just a little faster. "Okay..." Her breath caught again when he arched his hips to meet her, her pace momentarily stalling, but then she tried again. It didn't exactly feel good, but it wasn't anywhere near as difficult as the initial penetration had been. She tried to think of it eventually feeling as good as his fingers had felt, or even better, but they weren't quite there yet. Still, there was something about being this close to him, about being physically connected to him like this, that ensured a small smile stayed on her face.

When she started moving with him, his head momentarily fell back against the headboard, and he tried to gradually increase the movements of her hips, meeting them with his own. "Good, baby, just keep going." Please, do not ever stop! If she did, he wasn't sure what he'd do, but it was probably for the best they never find out. She was still in control of the situation, but he did his best to guide her, to show her how this worked. His last remaining braincells were rapidly deserting him, and he silently cursed himself for not doing anything to make sure he'd last a little longer than he was going to. "Fuck, babe, you feel too good... Can you move a little more for me?"

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The rocking gradually started to feel more natural, and once she'd established a slow pace it was easier to keep moving, easier to know what it would feel like when she did. Incredibly enough her body seemed to be growing accustomed to having him inside her like this. Even while she was still adjusting she loved hearing him praise how good she felt, loved the idea of making him feel good. At the question she nodded a little and murmured, "I'll try," then took a deep breath and rolled her hips more firmly against his. This time the press of him inside her sent a little thrill of pleasure down her spine and made her moan softly. Her head tipped back and her eyelashes fluttered, a shade of her former arousal within reach.

Her movements slowly grew more confident and fluent, and though they weren't really moving much at all compared to what they could be, the reality of actually being inside her, of finally getting to do this with her, was absolutely mindblowing. The firmer roll of her hips had him moaning along with her, the increased stimulation sending another little ripple of pleasure through him, but the most gratifying thing about it was the way she seemed to be starting to enjoy it, too. "Just like that, love, it only gets better from here on out," he muttered, shifting himself forward to get his mouth on her breasts again. The position didn't offer him much leverage to thrust with, but that wasn't a bad thing right now. Not when she was still getting used to how this worked, and definitely not when he might have been tempted to up the pace if he'd been able to. "Talk to me, honey, tell me how you feel."

The way he moaned sent a little shudder through her and made her grip tighten on his shoulder. Moving with him like this still felt slightly uncomfortable, but sometimes he pressed against places inside her that elicited little whimpers of pleasure. The pace was comfortable enough, but she didn't think she could move any faster just yet. Even though it was taking her a little longer to get used to than his fingers she believed his promise that it would only get better. She was sure that eventually it would feel amazing. When his mouth found her breast again her breath hitched, body arching into his touch. The slight change in angle had her moaning a little louder. Talking coherently was more than a little difficult at the moment, but she could hear the concern in his voice and managed to reply, "It's - it feels good, just... let's not go any faster. Not yet."

Each little whimper and moan from her was a prayer answered. Even if he'd wanted to do this so very badly for so long, he'd still been petrified of hurting her. He knew he wasn't exactly slight, and he really had planned on getting to this point over several, wonderful encounters. But then everything had happened so fast, and suddenly he was proposing to her, and the idea of not having a proper wedding night was unacceptable. Sure, it wasn't technically the best sex of his life, but it didn't matter much because it was with her. That was what made him think that maybe he'd already died and gone to hell when she asked not to go faster yet, because this was surely the most exquisite, delicious torture anyone could have thought up. "Okay... You set the pace, baby." In an attempt to increase the amount of pleasure she got out of it, his uninjured hand drifted down to where they were joined to gently rub at her clit again, hoping it might help her adjust faster.

"Thank you," she whispered, continuing to roll her hips against his in slow motions that invariably made her breath hitch. It did feel good in spite of the slight discomfort, and when his fingers slipped between her legs again she instinctively pressed harder against him. Her eyes drifted closed as she started to move a little faster in search of more stimulation to the part of her that was experiencing only pleasure. Nyota had also expected to spend at least a few more weeks building up to this, but with each slow movement against him she could feel the chain with the tags and the ring swinging slightly between her breasts, a reminder that they now belonged only to each other. She wanted to give herself to him completely, and for him to be completely hers in return. Thus even though this still didn't feel as good as his mouth and his fingers, it felt right. "Jim... Feels good... What - what do you need?"

Little by little, she seemed to be growing more comfortable with what she was doing, and when she pressed harder against his fingers, he tried his best to give her the stimulation she needed. Her increased pace drew another series of moans from him, the added pleasure so close to what he needed, but still just shy of enough. And then, she had to ask him what it was he needed to get there, making him huff out a small laugh against her skin before he could stop himself. Torn between answering her truthfully and brushing her question off, it struck him that maybe she was asking because she wanted it to be over with. "I need," he started, kissing his way over her chest, trying to decide on the best course of action. "I need you to feel good. If you want me to finish, I can flip us over and finish, but most of all, I need you to be okay."

His fingers moving against her and the exquisite sounds he made shifted the balance of sensation much more in the direction of pleasure. She was still moving slowly, the range of motion much less than it could have been, but she felt good like this. Still a little off balance, but good. The kisses to her breasts only made it better, though his response to her question had her brow furrowing ever so slightly in confusion. She didn't know what to make of the little laugh, but it melted her heart all over again to hear that his primary concern was for her, though she'd already known he would never want to do anything to hurt her. She hadn't really been asking what he needed to finish, only what he needed to feel good now that she was really beginning to. "Better than okay," she managed. "Please just... keep touching me. I want you to... feel good too..." Even though her arousal was returning, she wasn't close to the edge yet. The feeling was still too close to too much for that, but she was beginning to like the press of him inside her and loved the way his fingers drew more moans and happy sighs from her lips.

It wasn't that it didn't feel good for Jim. It did. Very good. It was just that while he normally didn't have a problem with slow, drawn out sex, that he usually made sure it happened on round two, or three. When he'd already taken some of the pressure off. Adding to that the fact that he'd been tragically celibate since he met her, and, well... Suffice it to say that he really needed some kind of release by now. Release that her slow, small movements were just shy of granting him. "I feel great, baby, don't worry." A slight strain had crept into his voice, but he tried his best to grant her request and keep touching her, hoping she'd let him know when she was ready for him to be in the driver's seat.

She could hear the strain in his voice despite his assurances that he felt great, but she didn't quite know what to do about it. Coherent thought was becoming as elusive as coherent speech, so for a few moments she continued to slowly move her hips against him. His fingers working between her legs sent little shudders of pleasure through her, and though she had a feeling she was going to be sore in the morning the discomfort was fading. Still uncertain what she ought to do, she experimentally drew her hips back a little further before rolling them against his, simultaneously trying to move a little faster. Her body seemed to want more movement even as it warned against it, but she thought she might be ready for the pace to change. "You can - you can go faster..."

They way she pulled back a little further and tried to increase the pace was just a hint of what he so desperately needed, and for a moment, his brain took a dive out the window. With a groan of relief, his hips bucked upwards as much as the position let him, chasing after the elusive 'more' his body was craving. He very nearly apologized, but she forestalled him by saying he could move faster. Well. If that was okay with her, he sure as hell didn't need to be told twice! "Okay, babe... Okay," he nodded breathlessly, pulling back to meet her eyes again. "Wrap your legs around me and hold on tight, okay? Gonna move us a little..." Coaxing her legs around his waist, he was very careful not to slip out as he shifted her onto her back. "Okay?"

Her breath hitched as he thrust up into her, but she'd had enough time to adjust that it wasn't too much. When he pulled back to meet her eyes she regarded him curiously, not quite sure what he was going to do even as she followed his instructions and let him coax her legs around him. The change in angle had her whimpering a little, but it didn't hurt. As he shifted her onto her back she clung to him, moaning softly at the way it felt to move like this with him inside her. The change in position made her feel much less in control and thus ever so slightly nervous, but Jim would never intentionally hurt her. She trusted him. "I'm okay," she whispered, smiling up at him.

Though it wasn't easy, he held still for a few moments after she'd settled on her back, just to give her a moment to familiarize herself with the new position. The little whimper she'd emitted hadn't sounded painful, but he'd rather err on the side of caution. Especially when he looked down at her and saw the unconditional trust and love in her eyes. It nearly took his breath away, and he vowed never to betray either emotion. "Let me know if it's too much, okay?" Keeping his eyes on her face, he rolled his hips in an experimental thrust, pulling out a little further than he'd been able to before, and trying to angle his hips so he'd hit her just right when he slid back in.

The moment of stillness allowed her to reorient herself in the new position. She liked being tangled up with him like this, so she left her legs wrapped around him, figuring he would ask her to move them if for some reason she should. His question just confirmed that even in the midst of all this he wasn't going to lose himself at her expense. He was going to keep making sure she was all right every step of the way. "I will," she promised, still smiling happily up at him. When he rolled his hips against hers he pressed against that magic place inside her that his fingers had first introduced her to. Her head tipped back, eyelashes fluttering. "Ohhh..."

Grinning happily at her reaction, he assumed it meant she was just fine with this new position and, kissing her neck again, he chuckled softly. "Oh is right. Told you it'd get better." There really wasn't any way he could keep still after that little sound of hers, not if he wanted to retain even a shred of sanity. Rocking his hips again, trying to keep that same angle, his thrusts gradually increased in intensity until he was moaning and mumbling out incoherent endearments and praises. It was a losing battle as he tried to hold out for her to reach her climax with him, now that he was finally able to seek out what he needed. It didn't stop him from trying, a small plaintive sound emerging from his throat as his movements became a little faster and more erratic. "So close, love... Please..." He'd make it up to her, but he wanted this, wanted to know he'd at least gotten her as close as he was before he finished.

Laughing breathlessly as he kissed her neck, she tentatively rocked up to meet him on the next thrust. "You were right," she murmured. With every roll of his hips he brushed against that place that made her shudder and moan. She tried to move with him, but her movements were still slight in comparison to the way he moved faster and more deeply inside her. Her heart was racing again, her breathing coming in rapid bursts, and while this felt good it was somehow too intense for her to completely lose herself to pleasure. She was moving closer to that tantalizing edge, but it didn't really feel like she could get there yet. Not that it really mattered when she was all tangled up with him and he was murmuring endearments and making those incredible sounds. The little pleading noise made her legs instinctively tighten around him, needy moans falling from her lips. She wasn't sure what he was asking for when he told her he was close, but she whispered back, "Tafadhali... Naam... Want to - I want to make you come. Love you..."

It may not have been intentional, but the way her legs tightened around him made him reach his point of no return. Hearing her words made him accept it, and after what had felt like an eternity, he finally let go and chased after his climax. After a short series of faster, harder thrusts, it hit him with all the subtlety of a freight train, her name lost somewhere in his cry of pleasure. Gradually, his movements stilled until he was lying on top of her, panting for breath and grinning stupidly as a series of small aftershocks crackled through him. It all seemed worth it now; the wait before he got to do this, the long buildup and the exquisite torment of her adjusting. If he could just have this for the rest of his life, he thought absently, then he'd always be happy.

At her words he moved faster, harder, and for half a moment it was just a little too much, but then he was crying out in pleasure. Hearing her name in that cry did something strange to her already smitten heart, and as his hips stuttered to a standstill she couldn't keep the smile off her face. It didn't at all matter that she hadn't tumbled over the edge with him. This had been far less painful than she'd feared it might, and she loved knowing that they were now completely and irrevocably one another's. Most of all, perhaps, she loved knowing that she could make him cry out like that. That he felt that good because of her "Jim," she murmured fondly, smiling up at him and raising a hand to lightly stroke his hair.

For a long moment, he could do little more than just grin at her as he tried to catch his breath. The knowledge that he'd been successful in making this okay for her filled him with joy and maybe just a little bit of smug pride. Turning his head to press a kiss to her palm, he sighed happily, the warm, relaxed afterglow settling around him like a cloak. "Not so bad after all, huh?" he murmured once he had the breath to speak and nuzzled against her hand. "You okay?" That came out a little more serious, and a little bit concerned. He didn't think he'd get a negative answer, but he had to make sure, just in case his final sprint had startled her.

The smile on his face made her sigh happily, her hand gently caressing his face as he turned to kiss and nuzzle her palm. She was still very aware of him inside her, but when he was still like this it just felt like warmth and togetherness. "Not bad at all," she replied softly. The more serious question deserved a serious answer, so she replied earnestly, "I'm better than okay, Jim. It felt good, and I loved seeing you like that..." Lightly tracing his lips with her thumb, she asked a little more tentatively, "It was good for you?" She knew he'd liked the ending, but she'd been a little worried at the beginning, and after he'd waited so long for her she wanted confirmation that it was what he'd hoped it would be.

[SOL! Verse - I Heard It Through The Grapevine]

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