Later that night…
Yes Malcolm had to be on duty bright and early at 0700, but his newfound relationship with Hoshi would not wait. He had been dreaming of her as she had been dreaming of him. Luckily he had her dreams under lock and key, and luckily they ran parallel to his.
He shivered every time Hoshi ran her fingernails across his ribcage. They had just finished making love and now they were spooned together, her front pressed to his back.
"I had it on good authority that you were a real stickler when it came to fraternization between officers," Hoshi mumbled and continued to run her fingernails across his ribcage.
Malcolm held his breath every time she hit the upper part of his ribcage. It tickled like hell and he was not about to let on that it did. "I’m a man first," he replied in a strained voice.
"You certainly are that," Hoshi purred and reached for the proof. She lightly touched the silken shaft and elicited a broken breath from Malcolm.
"Sir, are you in need of assistance?" Hoshi said with a smile in her voice as she cupped his scrotum.
Malcolm whispered, "Yes, Ensign," as he rolled onto his back.
"Very well, sir," Hoshi smiled at her lover and wiggled her body down the length of his torso. Her breath joined her hand as it caressed his thickening member. Hoshi moved her silken hair over his waist and he groaned.
"Suck me, Ensign!" he commanded as he held her hair out of the way.
Hoshi smirked at Malcolm’s ‘dirty talk.’ It was the first time he had used such base language. He was normally so eloquent. Cupping his sacks firmly with one had, his cock with the other, she gave him what he wanted.
His penis tasted of her and she hummed. She earned a shudder and gasp from Malcolm as she took his entire length into the warm cavern of her mouth and onto the back of her soft palate.
Malcolm held her hair gently out of the way as he enjoyed the view. Their eyes met and she smiled with his phallus in her mouth. He gave in to the sensation, closed his eyes, threw his head back and grasped the sheet with his other hand. This was heaven and hell – a sweet torment.
There were no more roles to play with exception of being two lovers. Hoshi was intent to taste her lover and drink from him. She kept stroking his shaft up and down in time to her mouth. Occasionally she would pull off of him and lick along his sacks to the sounds of disappointment. She knew he was close to release and wanted to prolong it as long as possible.
Malcolm would have none of the teasing and pounced off of the bed. Hoshi gasped at his speed and had little time to react. She had been on her knees pleasuring Malcolm, but now she was just on her knees with a cold spot in front of her.
There was no teasing, role-playing, or words. Malcolm positioned himself behind her, nudged her forward onto her hands and knees and spread her before him. He pushed his entire length into her warm center and froze. She was tight and he wanted to explode right then and there. He needed to calm down.
Hoshi could sense his lack of control and wanted to see more of it. He massaged her buttocks and held her in place. So, she dropped to her elbows pulling forward and then thrust backwards onto him.
He shuddered, though unwillingly giving in to his minx he welcomed his orgasm.
Afterwards he collapsed onto her bunk and took her with him. He held her to him and started to hum.
"What are you humming?" Hoshi didn’t recognize any melody or rhythm.
"You wrote in your journal about a certain pitch that I would hum that would drive you crazy," Malcolm paused. "That’s crazy in a good way right?"
Hoshi smiled to herself. "Have you finished reading all of my journal?"
"Just about." Malcolm grinned like a cat, then purred and hummed next to the delicate shell of her ear.
Hoshi jerked away because he was nearing the pitch. "It isn’t really fair that you have my journal, and I have nothing of yours. What about your dreams? You should tell me about them so I could turn them into reality."
"I don’t remember my dreams," he lied. They usually involved her, but he wasn’t quite ready to share what they were just yet.
Hoshi smacked his thigh. "That’s no fair! I want my journal back!" She pouted.
Malcolm smirked, turned her in his arms and nipped at her pouting lips. "You don’t think I am going to give over the tool that gives me the only tactical advantage I have over you, do you? Perhaps I could persuade you," he leered and started to kiss her.
His hands massaged her breasts and tweaked her nipples into a frenzied arousal. It didn’t take her long to reach the frenzy, as she was un-sated from the last time. He kissed her along her ear, moaning and humming alternately. One of his hands raked along her midriff, down to her center.
Hoshi jerked in his arms as he droned the low, rich pitch she had dreamed of. She tried to arch away from the ecstasy, but he held her firmly to him. She moved her legs restlessly and he took advantage of the opening and plunged all the fingers he could into her.
Hoshi keened with pleasure as his fingers pressed against her G-Spot. The pressure mounted and the low humming from Malcolm made her dizzy. She pleaded for him to end it as she twisted her head from side to side, trying to escape her tormenter.
She was laughing and crying at the same time. Malcolm had never seen anything quite like this. She was totally incoherent and ready for him.
Malcolm withdrew his hand, lifted one of her legs and knelt in front of her in one swift movement. He slid into her dampness and lay upon her chest, partially supporting his weight on his elbows. He kept humming next to her ear and she continued to keen. He could feel her muscles constrict and release around him. He was amazed. He wasn’t even moving and she was shuddering around him.
Once Malcolm began to move, Hoshi screamed.
Malcolm covered her mouth with his in an effort to curtail the noise. He held her down, his hands holding her head so that he could plunder her mouth with his tongue. He continued to thrust into her with short, concise strokes. She was so tight; he didn’t think he could penetrate her depths further.
He started to hum that magical note, which caused Hoshi to buck underneath him. The leverage he gained allowed him to sink into her, encasing himself to the hilt. He blew into her face, trying to get her to open her eyes.
She opened passion glazed red-rimmed eyes and smiled. Who possessed whom, she couldn’t tell.
"You." Malcolm stated as he looked into her soul and shuddered his release.
"What about me," Hoshi asked as she lifted his head from the crock of her shoulder.
"You’re my dream. You’re what I dream about," he mumbled as sleep finally over came him.
Hoshi sighed contentedly and hugged Malcolm’s exhausted form to her sweat-covered breast. "I love you," she wanted to say, but held her tongue as she stroked the dark head.
As she drifted off the sleep she resolved that she would find what Malcolm dreamt about and make those into reality, providing they included her of course.
TBC
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