Hypochondria - Conclusion

Part Four - The Conclusion

There was a fast, rhythmic thumping noise coming from Kirk’s bedroom, and Gaila’s moans were getting louder. They sounded genuine, which only added to the fire burning in Uhura’s body. Leonard McCoy was an excellent kisser. He kissed like she’d always imagined Romeo would, and tonight she would be his Juliet.

Then he pulled away from her. His eyes were hooded, but bright. He wanted her, it was obvious by the hard bulge in his trousers, but he was holding back.

“Something wrong?” Uhura asked.

“We’re moving a little fast. I mean, this is our first date.”

Uhura tried not to look or sound annoyed. She was horny, damn it, and she wanted to fuck McCoy. Now. She wanted him to make her moan like Kirk was doing for Gaila.

“Don’t you want me?”

“Sure I do, but…”

“Leonard, it’s okay. I’ve wanted this for a long time, but if you’re not ready, we can stop. We can leave Jim and Gaila here and go out to grab a bite to eat.”

She brushed her fingertips lightly over his hard cock, and he hissed, his eyes squeezing shut. She did it again, and he moaned, encouraging her to start up an even, slow rhythm.

“Damn, woman,” he breathed, and then scooped her up and stood from the couch. Uhura giggled and wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her into his room.

The sounds rose to a crescendo in Kirk’s room, and then suddenly stilled on the sound of two loud screams from Kirk and Gaila. McCoy set Uhura on the bed, and they both began to shed their clothes as quickly as possible. It didn’t take them long to get naked, and when McCoy crawled toward her on the bed, she flipped him over onto his back.

His eyes widened for a moment, before a smile broke out on his face. Uhura kissed his neck, and trailed kisses down his chest and abdomen. There was a sexy line of hair that started from McCoy’s navel to a dark patch of pubic hair, but she had to move his hard cock, which twitched slightly in her grip, out of the way so that she could enjoy running her tongue over his flesh before she took him into her mouth.

Uhura was rewarded with deep moans from McCoy. She looked up at him. His face was eloquent with ecstasy. It had been so long for him, and Uhura wanted to make it right.

She also didn’t want to get him to climax too quickly either. He hadn’t been with anyone for years, as far as Kirk knew, and she didn’t want him to cum before she had a chance to feel him inside her. That’s what she wanted most, even if intercourse with him didn’t bring her to climax. She just wanted to connect with him.

Releasing him, Uhura took one last moment to gaze at McCoy in all his naked glory. The man was a fine specimen of human hotness, all hard body and hair, but not too much hair, she was thankful to see. He was beautiful, from his head to his feet.

“Come here,” McCoy said, and she went to him, attempting to straddle him, but he surprised Uhura by turning her own moves back on her, and flipping her onto her back.

He kissed her deeply, his tongue caressing hers. It was such an erotic kiss, one full of need and longing and promise. She felt his thumb play over the hard nub of her clit, sending jolts of pleasure into the core of her body. She was so wet, and open, and ready that he slid easily into her.

McCoy was easy at first, pushing himself slowly inside, giving her body the chance to accept him. He was big enough to enjoy, long enough to completely fill her, but not so large he hurt. Still, it had been a little while since Uhura had been with a man. It took her a few thrusts to adjust completely to him, but once she did, any discomfort was gone and she began to thrust her hips up to meet his movements.

They fell into a slow, steady rhythm. Uhura enjoyed everything about the moment. The smell of their bodies, the feel of McCoy moving within her. His thrusts came faster, his breath was hot on her neck as he held her close, cradling her while he rode her faster and faster. They both lost track of time as their bodies slammed together. They were barely aware if they were screaming or how loud they were as they strained to reach climax.

McCoy drove deeply into Uhura, until she felt her body clench around his when she reached climax. She dug her fingers into his shoulder, unaware she was doing it, her back steeply arched as she gave in to the release of tension that had been building inside her since the first kiss that evening. She became vaguely aware she was screaming just as she collapsed against the bed.

Giving one final, deep thrust, McCoy came inside her, hot and hard. She wrapped her legs around him, enjoying the feel of his orgasm. She watched his face in the lamplight beside the bed as he, too, arched his back. His face was flushed, veins stood out in stark relief with every muscle in his body tense. Then it was over, and he collapsed, his face buried in the pillow beside Uhura’s head. She stroked his hair and kissed his cheek, tasting the salt on his kin.

Moments later McCoy pulled out of her and collapsed on the bed in a sweaty, breathless heap. They lay there, listening to the storm outside, and the pounding of their hearts as they slowed to a normal rhythm. The moment was perfect. They gazed into one another’s eyes, happy and satisfied.

Then the door burst open and McCoy jumped, struggling to cover himself as Gaila stood in the doorway, sweaty and naked herself.

“Anybody hungry?” She asked the question as though they were all in the library studying rather than in bed, naked, trying to recover from awesome sex.

McCoy looked at Uhura. “I think we’ll stay in.”

Shrugging, Gaila turned to leave, but Uhura caught her wink and sly grin just before the door closed behind her.

“Computer,” McCoy said, “lock the door.”

There was a tiny beep as the computer obeyed, and Uhura turned over to face McCoy.

“Any regrets?”

“Only that we didn’t do this sooner,” he said softly.

They indulged in a few moments of kissing before getting up to shower together. Uhura ordered a late dinner, since real food tasted better than replicated food, and they spent the evening eating, talking, and laughing. Just as the day began to lighten on a stormy morning, Uhura stood from the table and stretched.

“We should go to the library today and study,” she said.

McCoy grinned in a way Uhura hadn’t thought was possible for him. It was mischievous, even outright lascivious. He picked her up, wrapped her legs around him, and headed for the bed.

“We’ll study later.”

McCoy’s lips were soft as they teased over first one hard nipple, and then another. Somehow Uhura doubted they’d see much of anything outside the walls of his bedroom, for the rest of the weekend.


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