| Zzz
(pronounced Zēēs,
like bees) Title: Zzz |
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Amanda
sighed as she rushed up to the bedroom and
found
Sarek flopped onto the bed still wearing half his clothes, his face
smushed
into the pillow, soundly asleep. He had
tried to wait until she finished the last of her linguistic project,
but it
took far longer than she had thought.
She had just finished the last of the Z’s, and her new
husband
had
started his! It
was true that they had both been working around
the
clock, and Sarek had had to leave for an exhausting assignment to a
planet
where the inhabitants never slept, in fact they had no idea what that
entailed. Sarek had to negotiate around
the clock for almost two weeks, so as not to appear weak and oddly
unaccounted
for at the proceedings that never stopped.
A queer species, indeed. The
captain of the starship that had transported
him back actually
called Amanda out of concern when the ambassador had dragged himself to
his
cabin and had not reappeared. She
explained how her husband’s mission accounted for his sluggish and
confused
behavior. The captain had been calmed,
somewhat disappointed, yet amused. But
Amanda was not amused.
Their marriage had been very physical, grandly so, up
until the
last
month, and now it seemed neither would enjoy the other again due to
their
ridiculous schedules as of late – too long hours for both and often
offset from
each other’s. She realized she was being
youthfully melodramatic and even selfish, but she had been fantasizing
about
bedding her husband of only eight months since the day he had left
almost three
weeks back! There
was still a room left unchristened and a new
position
she’d discovered since he’d left. He was
always very open to pleasing her, even sometimes at the risk of being
discovered in a compromising position outside of the privacy of their
home. She thought that odd with him
holding such an
important position and from such a distinguished family, especially
with
reporters chasing them about, sometimes sneaking up unnoticed! But it would seem that the thought of sex
boggled a Vulcan male's mind just as it did a human male’s and turned
all
thought to it with brilliant rationalizing and justification at the
ready. Sarek
had come home still exhausted from the
assignment that
very night her project had to be finished for the next morning's
presentation. He had not recouped nearly
enough sleep as yet and lay at an angle across the bed on his stomach,
his legs
splayed and feet hanging off the bed.
His beautiful back lay exposed, and his unfastened pants
hung
off kilter
low on his hips. She wondered if he had
started to undress to slip into bed, but had second thoughts, or
perhaps he had
succumbed to a wave of exhaustion and tried to lay down for a bit to
wait for
her. She was tempted to take a picture;
he looked adorable. She
had never seen him so exhausted, at least when
she
wasn’t also, though it warmed her that she could take care of her
husband as he
so often took care of her. It was rare
that she truly felt needed by him. Loved
and cherished, yes, but not needed in any other way except sexually
during
their one and only pon farr together, when he had literally
begged her
never to leave him and cried in her arms.
She had never loved him so much as when he was vulnerable
with
her. She
pulled off his shoes and socks, then his pants
and
underwear and stared at his beautiful buttocks reflecting the soft
light. She reached to caress them but
resisted. It really wasn’t fair to wake
him when he was
so tired he couldn’t keep himself awake.
And he tried hard to stay awake after Amanda stuffed her
hand
down his
pants and her tongue practically down his throat only an hour or two
before
when he had arrived home, as a tantalizing prelude to what awaited him
after
she finished the last of her work. But
his exhaustion finally won out. But
she couldn’t help but stare at her beautiful,
naked husband
displayed upon the bedding before her – tempting, while at the same
time
mocking her. She had to wonder how many
times he had been in the same predicament with her.
He had never refused her, yet likely didn’t
want her to feel pressured when she was too tired, or feel that she was
only
satisfying him out of marital duty. In
fact, she realized, he had never even asked,
just given
her that sexy glint in his eye that made it clear where his mind was,
or
embraced her and allowed her to set the limits of where it headed. His regular little dry, yet salty, jokes and
innuendo certainly started her thinking but he always left the option
of not
following through on the hints if she wanted. She
sighed. He really
was so very considerate in that way, though it began to make her wonder
if he
spent too much time frustrated, or having to suppress his natural
urges, and
felt that perhaps she had been too self-centered. She
believed they had a glorious sex life,
but how was it really for him? And if he
didn’t get enough from her, did he take care of his frustrations
himself? Or would he feel too
uncomfortable with that,
being brought up so strictly and being so reserved, except when she
brought him
out of his shell? She
determined to broach the subject.
If she couldn’t be there enough for him, she
could at least make it clear that she would enjoy watching him
masturbate, or
hearing of it later if he did so when alone.
He would likely do it to please her, and then, in turn,
also
enjoy
himself more, literally, and in so doing, feel freer to relieve his own
urges
between their lovemaking. She swung his
legs into the bed, covered him, stripped and snuggled up against him. His breaths were deep and even; she had
always felt so secure hearing them slip by her ear.
Perhaps she could make him feel as secure
with his own needs. As
morning broke, Sarek still wasn’t awake by the
time she
had to leave. She felt some
disappointment, but was also excited that it was now the weekend, and
he likely
would be waking up not long after she came home from her presentation. She would come straight home with a picnic
brunch and lay next to him awaiting his coming back to her. Then they could make love as many times as
necessary until hunger surpassed their frustration and then relax with
their
brunch!
She
arrived with the brunch and found Sarek still
asleep as
she had expected. While she was out, she
checked with a healer who predicted Sarek would awaken about 1 or About
“Don’t
pull away,” she said. He
looked concerned that she had noticed. “I
was just shifting slightly.”
But his completely unemotional tone belied his
casualness; he was embarrassed “Come
here,” she said. Sarek
shifted back toward her, but now lay on his
back with
one hand suspiciously under the covers. “Closer,”
she said. He
closed the distance so their hips touched and
she felt
her heart pitter-pat at the thought that she could have her husband
now, and
for the rest of the day, to do with as she pleased.
She knew he wanted to please her in this way
as he did in many others, but, today, he would be surprised at what she
wanted
of him! She
thrust her hand under the covers and grabbed
his
erection, held it tight and smiled. Sarek
blushed noticeably and didn’t meet her eyes. “Were
you trying to hide this from me after I’ve
not seen it
for weeks,” she said lightly, hoping to relax him. He
looked relieved, then excited as his eyes lit
up and the
private smile he reserved for her alone played upon his lips. She had serious matters to discuss, but the
thought of delaying her ride on her husband rousted them.
They were both likely thoroughly frustrated
after almost a month of forced abstinence. She
yanked back the covers, eased some warmed lube
on
Sarek’s erection that still caught her breath to this day.
They had made love easily hundreds of times,
often so many times a day that she lost count.
It had the perfect shape of a missile, larger than a human
male's but
similar in proportions of length to width and with a double ridge
instead of
the single. She remembered when she had
first seduced him and unveiled his beautiful organ, and to his surprise
she had
licked it and stuffed it into her mouth.
She swore she tasted a hint of nutmeg, ginger and even
cinnamon. Her husband was her own
breakfast treat! She
remembered his startled gasp, and had worried
she had
broken some Vulcan code with her unexpected fellatio on the ambassador
when
he’d only come up for a drink and some discussion of poetry. She had stopped and asked if she should
continue and he said, “yes,” a little too loudly and quickly, almost
breathlessly. When she began again more
enthusiastically,
she heard him cry out and it had startled her. She
had stopped before he climaxed, though she was
curious
to taste his cum. She wanted much more
of him. She had stood then, taken off
her dress with nothing underneath and seen him swallow and stare with
such
longing before he pulled her down, mounted and took her on their first
passionate ride, and it was glorious.
She had realized she had deflowered him – that he was a
virgin. It felt victorious.
She
knew that she had to keep him away from
any other woman the rest of her life the moment he came within her that
first
time. The look of shock, guilt and
contrition on his face at what he had done was precious! She
smiled at the memory and eased herself onto
her husband
with a sigh. Sarek’s eyes closed and a
moan escaped as she started slowly, watching with satisfaction her
husband’s
gratification that, having had practice, she could read like a
much-loved
classic novel. When
he started to look too excited, and she
realized he was
getting close, she slowed to a leisurely pace until he writhed in
frustration
under her and his eyes pleaded with her for release.
Then she increased her pace and watched his
neck arch and his hands grasp at the covers as another moan escaped. She extended this teasing only long enough to
build up a tremendous, if delayed, orgasm for Sarek, then rode him hard
until
he bucked under her and groaned loudly beneath her, shuddering with his
climax. This excited her enough to put
her over the edge with him. She
dismounted her steed and snuggled against him. She
felt so happy in her post-coital rush
feeling the man she loved against her, but she felt her concern creep
up again
about how much he might be have been denying himself that she couldn’t
help
broaching the subject sooner than planned.
“Sarek?” “Yes,
beloved?” “Do
you masturbate?” She
felt him jerk in surprise at the question. She
turned to catch him swallow and flush
even darker than his post-coital color. He
seemed at a loss for words momentarily, then
“no,” he
said, sounding almost defensive. “I am
married.” She
wondered if he really thought the two were
mutually
exclusive, but she’d get to that later.
“But you did before we were married? He
flushed again, and wouldn’t look at her. “My
husband, turn toward me.” He
did so, but seemed to look anywhere but her
eyes. “I really don’t see how this is
necessary, or
relevant to us,” he said steadfastly, as if that should end the
discussion. Per his habit, he would now
change the subject to something that either intrigued her or in some
way
tantalized her, as a bribery to end what he did not wish to pursue. Amanda
cut him off, “Oh, but it is necessary,
relevant,
important for you and to me.” That
last would nail him; he could not ignore
something important to her. She saw that
this caught his attention and he looked drawn between his wanting to
please her
and his embarrassment. “Did you?” “No. She
felt her mouth drop open at that.
“But didn’t you get… I mean… “Those
urges should be controlled,” he said
pointedly. Amanda
blanched at that.
“Then why have relations with me outside of pon farr?” He
flushed at the reference to the Time, then
looked
confused. “You are human.
It is expected that… “Jesus,
Sarek!” Sarek
looked alarmed.
“I have said something to upset you?” “You
have never given yourself release?” “If
by that you mean to allow the superfluous
energy and
self-indulgence for something that mind control can quell…” He saw her look of horror and stopped. Amanda
felt her eyes brim.
“Sarek, I love you. Why can’t
you
do for yourself what you do for me?” Sarek
looked stunned by her reaction, then
concerned. “If it will please you…” “No,
Sarek, not to please me! You
work yourself to
death for me, for Vulcan, for your family, for the Federation, for all
of those
who come to you for help, but for yourself, you allow almost nothing.” He
looked mystified. “Sarek,
if I denied myself as you deny yourself,
it would
kill me! I can’t stand by and watch you
act the workhorse, when the only gratification you allow yourself is
your
moments with me.” She felt a tear slip
down her cheek. Sarek
wiped the moisture from her cheek gently,
but paused
before pulling his hand from her face.
He stared at her, unsure, hurt, confused.
“Tell
me what I should do to not be this
‘workhorse’ that upsets you so.” She
smiled at his vulnerability that he likely
didn’t
realize she saw. His resolve crumbled so
easily because of her that she feared for him if something truly awful
should
ever happen to her. He grew dependant on
her so quickly when they met. She
marveled at her effect on him, and hoped she might never use that
against him. She
smiled at his “little boy lost” look. “Masturbate
for me?” His
eyebrows shot up, then he immediately paled “Please?” He
blinked rapidly as his mind set to work on
resigning
himself to this little thing that, in fact, loomed so large for both of
them
now. “This
will be my first…attempt, so…” Amanda
tried to quell her smile to save some of
his
dignity. “Just lay back, close your
eyes, relax and enjoy yourself.” “Enjoy
myself?” He
was all Vulcan again “Do
what feels…”
“Good” would only lead to many questions of definition. “…arousing.” He
lay back with one last concerned, vaguely
mutinous,
glance before he submitted. She squirted
a healthy amount of warmed lube on his penis, which startled him and
made him
blush again. “You
can begin anytime," she said in a slightly
annoyed, but amused, tone. She was
rather beginning to enjoy this. “You’re
sure you would rather not have me take you
out for
dinner?” His tone was somewhat
plaintive. “Maybe
later,” she said as she blew on her nails
and admired
her manicure. “Start rubbing, my
well-endowed husband.” Sarek’s
whole body lay stiff as he first clumsily
tried to work
his penis to arousal. Already
semi-aroused from the sight of his wife and the earlier expectation of
further
lovemaking, he drew his hand up the stiffening shaft and fondled the
head,
seemingly in disconnected actions, as if he had analyzed what should
feel
arousing rather than working by trial and error on himself. Amanda
felt guilty that her husband’s discomfort
seemed
almost funny, but the sight of him finally finding some moves that
quickened
his breaths and turned himself inward excited Amanda and sent her own
hand down
to where she enjoyed it herself. She
watched him close his eyes, likely concentrating on the sensations he
was
producing in himself. She stared at his
beautiful
face that still seemed tight in concentration, then back at his
beautiful,
lengthening penis that stood stiff and proudly at attention now. She
saw his rhythm stutter then slow, then noticed
Sarek
slow his stroking to watch her instead as she slipped her fingers
between her
wet folds. She saw her husband’s
excitement grow – his breaths quickening, his eyes hooded with lust as
he
stared at her increasing tempo. He began
to pull his hand from himself “Oh,
no you don’t,” she ordered.
“If you enjoy watching me, why shouldn’t I
enjoy watching you?” He
almost smiled and an eyebrow rose at that. “You
are enjoying watching me?” Amanda
smiled and nodded, realizing as her husband
quickened
and fine-tuned his movements that he only needed some motivation to get
past
his embarrassment. He quickly stiffened
to his full and impressive size and flushed and groaned as he pumped
himself in
a steady, fast rhythm, twisting his hand about his thick shaft and
teasing the
head with more finesse and relish with each stroke. His
other hand reached between his legs and
hefted, then
fondled his testicles. His legs spread
and his knees bent. His heels dug into
the bedding as his neck arched, completely unselfconscious, wrapped in
incredible waves of excitement. His
buttocks tightened as his hips pumped in rhythm with his hand. His double ridges flared and Amanda stared at
their lovely symmetry, as if molded to his organ like wing flares on a
sport
flitter. He was even more beautiful
close to orgasm; she had never noticed because he always had her close
near the
same time. She imagined holoviding him
like this to watch when he was away, and decided to ask if she could
later. It was truly an intoxicating
show! Amanda
swallowed convulsively and felt her breath
quicken
and she warmed between her legs to the point of breathless abandon
watching her
normally reserved Vulcan husband stroking himself full tilt and
writhing under
his own hand. It was the most exciting
performance she had ever seen; it was all she could do not to leap on
his
beautiful cock and ride him like a cowgirl on a bronco. But she needed
him to
complete this act, to learn to find enjoyment with only himself. She’d ride him plenty after! She
watched his hand drop his testicles suddenly
and grasp
the life out of the pillow, his hips flexed high and his buttocks
tightened defining
the lengths of muscle groups shivering until he groaned, then cried out
and
shot his semen into an arc above his tight quivering stomach. His breathing slowed and he seemed to come
back to the present and turned toward her still flushed. “Is
my wife pleased by my debut performance?” he
asked
completely serious, but his eyes twinkled. “I
should think my husband deserves a reward. Would
you like to watch me while you prepare
for more fun?” She flipped his soft penis,
and it jerked and firmed a little at her touch.
Amanda smiled at that; their brunch might be stone cold,
but her
husband
was hot and she would enjoy him all afternoon.
She had awakened him from a long sleep in more ways than
one. The
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