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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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.

Hearing her so earnestly tell him that it had been good for her, that she was okay and that he hadn't hurt her, made the last bit of nervous tension ease away. The touch to his lips almost had him melting against her, and he closed his eyes and pressed a soft kiss to the pad of her thumb. "Mmhmm," he hummed, then cracked open an eye to smile at her. "Better than." Not the best ever, but he kept that to himself. She'd learn, he'd enjoy teaching her, and they'd get to that point eventually when she was more familiar with it all.

Her smile widened as he kissed her thumb and hummed his ascent. She knew it had been difficult for him to go at her pace, but at least he'd come undone at the end. She wouldn't ever forgot the sight or the sound of him tumbling over above her. Raising her head a little to seek out his lips for a brief kiss, she murmured hopefully, "It's only going to get better." She hoped it wouldn't be so difficult to adjust next time, and that he wouldn't have to restrain himself as much. "When are we going to do it again?"

The kiss she sought was willingly given to her, and another one after that. His body was still thrumming pleasantly after his climax, and he was decidedly loathe to move as much as an inch from where he was. "And better... And better" he muttered between kisses, then laughed fondly at her question. "Whenever you want to, though I'm going to need a moment before I'm up for it again." That she seemed enthusiastic about a repeat performance was really very encouraging and turned his mind towards when next time might actually be. which, in turn, made him remember that she still had yet to reach her climax and that would not do at all. Moving his hand to palm her breast, he gave her a sly look and wiggled his hips a little. "But we do still have a bit of unfinished business before then..."

She eagerly returned each of his kisses, accepting his promise that it would only get better. It didn't seem possible for her to dislike anything that involved Jim's touch and Jim's kisses, and now that they were married they had a lifetime to explore each other this way. A lifetime to get to know everything there was to know about each other, though she suspected he'd never stop surprising her. "It takes a little while before it works again?" she asked, wanting to understand how everything worked even if verbalizing it was still a bit of a challenge. His sly look combined with the touch to her breast and the wiggle of his hips made her gasp softly, a small shudder running through her. "What are you planning?"

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