|Title: Educating Okun
Author: SassyInkPen (11/29/2001)
Summary: Basically a PWP with a hint of backstory.
Disclaimer: Dr. Okun belongs to 20th Century Fox, no offense is intended and no money will be made off this story. We're all just having fun here.
Mary put down her pen and rubbed her temples, then took a long swig of her Diet Coke. She'd been reading through pages of computer printouts, making edits, for nearly two hours and needed a break.
She swiveled around in her chair and started digging through the drawers of her workstation desk. Eventually she found a small bag of pretzels buried in the clutter of the bottom drawer. She opened them and dumped half out onto the table she'd been working at, then she leaned back and put her feet up on the seat of the chair opposite her.
This part of Area 51 was huge and cavernous. Rather than having cubicles or partitions, the employee workstations were simply lined up along the sides of the great room.
Mary preferred this since she was a people watcher at heart and didn't like being cut off from the action. Not to mention the added bonus of being able to watch the scientists and technicians work on the alien ship. This she really enjoyed, since her own work as a computer specialist rarely gave her the opportunity to actually explore or examine the ship.
With one hand she scooped up her hair and held it on top of her head to cool her neck while she munched on a pretzel.
A tech named Joe passed by and said, "Damn, woman, next time you're going to wear tights like that warn me so I can bring my sunglasses. What the hell color is that anyway?"
She good-naturedly flipped him off and smiled as he staggered away clutching his eyes in mock horror.
She turned her attention to a small group of people in white lab coats gathered around some equipment on a cart that they'd pushed up underneath the back end of the ship.
A brown-haired man was laughing and shaking his head while another man with long, messy, gray hair was gesturing wildly at the ship with his arms. This was Dr. Okun, head of the research team. He was most certainly expounding on his latest theory about the alien vessel. He had dozens; some far-fetched, many good, but most untested.
They had not yet been able to develop a type of power that was compatible with the ship's systems, so most of his theories remained just that - theories. Mary often wondered if fifteen years of that kind of frustration added to his eccentricity. Certainly, it must have, but it never dampened his enthusiasm.
She grabbed her pop and a handful of pretzels and walked over to the group so she could listen.
"...But then if that were the case why would they have made these connectors so durable? Don't you see?" Dr. Okun prodded the brown-haired man in the shoulder, smiling excitedly at him. Then he picked up a metal panel and snapped it back in it's place on the hull of the alien ship.
When he turned around Mary said, "Well Brak, are you gonna make her fly today?"
"Wouldn't that be something?" he said in a daze as he looked up at the vessel with scientific lust.
Mary stepped up so she could stand next to him. This was the way she liked him best. When he was talking about science he lit up and became warm and funny.
"Are we still going to get to see that meteor shower tonight?" she asked.
"Oh yeah. Yeah. The weather should be good, I think."
She looked at the brown-haired man, "Are you going to come watch it, Mike?"
"Sorry," he said, "it's Friday. I'm going home for the weekend. Some of us have a life outside this place you know." He smiled and helped the technicians pack up and wheel away the equipment cart.
Many of the employees lived on-site, in glorified dorm-style housing, during the week and went home on weekends. A small handful lived there full time. Mary and Dr. Okun were among them.
She turned back to Dr. Okun, "What time are you going up there, then?"
"Well, ah...about, about 1:30 in the morning, I think, would be the best time. We'll, um, get the best view then." He had pulled a pen out of his coat pocket and was playing with it nervously.
"Ok," she said, "I'll see you on the roof about then. I'm really looking forward to it. I've never seen one before." She reached out and patted him on the back as she turned to leave.
His fingers slipped and the pen shot out of his hands and clattered onto the floor.
Mary smiled to herself as she walked back to her desk. They had been on what she considered friendly terms for several months now, but he still seemed nervous around her. Not that that was unusual, he got nervous around anyone in relatively personal situations, especially women.
Brakish Okun bent down and picked up the pen he dropped. He mentally berated himself for acting like such a fool. Both for losing his wits in front of Mary, and for allowing himself to like her in the first place. The fact that he did, scared the hell out of him.
He had long ago accepted his fate when it came to women and had forced all thoughts of such things from his mind. Most of the time anyway. Occasionally, when he'd overhear some of the guys bragging about their weekends or discussing their wives he was reminded of what he was missing.
He pocketed the pen and turned to head toward his office. As he walked past Mary's workstation he glanced at her. She was bent over her printouts making notes. Although he liked her, he thought she was a little off-beat sometimes. Today, for instance, she was wearing a black T-shirt from some concert she'd been to, a short, purple pleated skirt and some brightly colored tights.
She was also bold and straight-forward. Brakish figured that was probably why he liked her. She had a way of making him feel a little more comfortable and seemed to genuinely enjoy his company.
He reached his office and sat down to work.
Mary sat bolt upright on her bed and looked at the clock. 1:48. Damn. She'd fallen asleep after her shower. She jumped up and hastily pulled on a pair of faded jeans and an old sweatshirt. She opened the small fridge next to the TV and grabbed a few bottles of beer.
Pulling the door shut behind her, she ran for the stairs to the roof of the 3-story building, slowing up as she reached the top of the stairs. She pushed open the thick metal door and stepped out onto the roof.
A cheap boom box was playing In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida. Brakish was sitting on a folding chair, his eye pressed to the business end of a telescope. He was alone.
"I'm sorry I'm late," she said as she sat down on a small wooden bench next to him. He did not look up.
"You missed quite a bit..."
"I fell asleep." She used the hem of her sweatshirt to twist the caps off a couple of beers, handed one to him and smiled coaxingly, "I said I'm sorry."
He took the beer, but said nothing.
By this time Mary could easily recognize the signs of his nervousness. "So," she prompted, "tell me what I missed."
That was all it took to send Brakish off into a detailed description of the meteor shower. It wasn't poetry, but it did get him to relax a little.
As he talked about meteors, Mary studied him. He was awfully handsome, but he had no idea. She sipped her beer. An idea started to form in her mind, and she considered it while she listened.
Brakish set up the telescope and tried really hard not to think about anything else. Lately his mind had been going places he didn't want it to go.
He checked his watch. 1:53. No one else had come up to watch the meteor shower. Normally, this wouldn't bother him, but Mary said she was looking forward to it and, as much as he tried not to, he was looking forward to that.
Fortunately, he was fairly practiced at forcing his mind to stay on track. He looked into the eyepiece of the telescope and concentrated on the meteor shower.
When he heard the stairway door open, though, his stomach gave a bit of a lurch. He didn't dare look.
"I'm sorry I'm late," she said and set some bottles down on the roof. "I fell asleep."
He took the beer she was offering him. He was glad she was there. He should have known she would show up. She'd been coming up to the roof for three or four months to look at the sky with him. She seemed to be genuinely interested in Astronomy, and he enjoyed sharing it. At her request, he began to describe and explain the meteor shower.
Mary listened as he talked, enjoying the conversation. She asked a few questions and took her turn at the telescope from time to time as he pointed things out. When he looked at her, which was not really that often, she noticed how remarkable his eyes were. They were very intense, even behind the science geek glasses.
When it was pretty well over, Brak stood up and started to fuss with the telescope. She gave some more thought to the idea that had come to her.
She helped him pack up the telescope and other equipment. There was a small shed next to the stairway door where he kept his things. When they'd stowed everything safely away he fastened the latch.
He had his back to the outer wall of the stairwell. She looked him over, noticing his broad shoulders and long limbs. She decided her idea was a good one and knew what she wanted to do.
Mary took a step closer and took his face in her hands, leaning forward. His hands flew up to her wrists. His startled cry was stifled as she kissed his soft lips, lingering there long enough for him to get the idea. She pulled back and he gasped, "Ah...whoa..." trembling, in a hoarse whisper, "what did you do that for?"
"I've kind of been wondering what it would be like. You're always so nervous and uptight, you need to loosen up." She grinned slyly, "When's the last time you got laid?"
He gaped at her. "Ah...well..." he squeezed his eyes shut and swallowed, "um... ...never."
Mary snatched her hands away and took a step back covering her mouth in shock. "Oh...Oh my god, am I messing with some kind of religious thing?"
He smiled ruefully. "No, it's... Actually it's more of a loser thing." He kept his eyes shut and self-consciously folded his arms across his stomach grasping one elbow.
"Brak," she stepped closer again, reaching one hand around his neck and brushing the hair out of his face with the other, "you're not a loser. You're a genius. Look at how much you've taught me. I think you're really fun to be with. You're a nice guy with a decent sense of humor. Besides that, you're pretty cute."
She kissed him again, holding him captive with the hand on his neck while she gently nibbled his lower lip hoping to encourage a response from him.
Very hesitantly, he kissed back, his body otherwise frozen in place. She gave a tiny sigh as she felt him starting to loosen up.
She continued kissing him slowly as she slipped her arm around his waist and leaned against his solid body. She picked up her leg and brushed her knee along the outside of his thigh.
This, apparently, was too much for Brak because suddenly he was tensing up again. His hands were at her shoulders, pressing, and he protested against her kiss, "Mmm......n-," he pushed her back. "Mary," he whispered, "Mary, I don't know how to do this."
Brak had no idea what to do as Mary leaned forward to kiss him. He wasn't expecting this and he sure as hell didn't know how to deal with it. His head was swimming with unfamiliar sensations as he pushed her back.
He made his way past her, through the stairwell door and down to the third floor, where he leaned back against the wall to take stock of his situation. All he could think about, though, was the feel of her lips. And her hands, and her leg...
He pressed his head against the wall and took a deep breath. What came next? He didn't know and he was scared to find out.
The metal door above him clicked shut as Mary came in after him. He had to fight the urge to run and hide in his room. That would only make matters worse.
Mary sat down at the bottom of the stairs and looked at him with a worried expression. "I'm really sorry. I never wanted to upset you."
At least, he thought, she didn't seem bent on ridiculing him. He hadn't really expected that from her, but it wouldn't have been the first time. It was more likely that she thought he was a freak, which, he supposed, he was.
He started fiddling with the zipper of his sweat jacket. "It's not really your fault," he said softly, "I've...I've always been scared of women. I just get too nervous. That's why I've never..." he gestured back and forth between them, "well...you know."
"You don't always seem that nervous to me. Not when we're working, anyway, or when we look at stars."
He shrugged, "Well that's...that's different. I mean, I still get nervous, but I can focus on what I know."
Mary stood up and faced him. Oh god, what was she going to do? His heart was hammering in his chest. He honestly didn't know whether he wanted her to kiss him again or not. She touched the ends of his hair, lightly brushing his shoulder with the back of her hand. He couldn't ignore the fact that he liked it.
He watched as her fingers played with his hair and noticed that she was close enough for him to smell the shampoo she'd used.
She put her other hand on his arm. "If you weren't scared..." she seemed to be choosing her words carefully, "would you want to be with me?"
His face was hot, but the rest of his body felt ice cold. Of course he wanted to, he just didn't think he could. He let out a long ragged breath. "I...I don't..." he started to push her hands away again, but she caught his and held them firmly. He swallowed hard. "Yes," he breathed, "but...I don't really know how."
He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall, humiliated. He knew the basics, of course, but the process was a different story.
"Well," she said, touching his cheek lightly (he wished he'd shaved), "I could teach you. We can call it an even exchange, you teach me Astronomy and I'll teach you about sex."
Hearing her say the word brought another flush to his face, but it also thrilled him. He began to consider that this actually may happen. Opening his eyes to look at her, he bit his lip and nodded. Oh what in the hell was he doing.
"Are you sure?" she smiled, "if you're not ready..."
"No I... I want to," he whispered, and he reached up and touched her face the way she had done. Her skin was soft. She closed her eyes and nuzzled his hand. He realized he was holding his breath and let it out slowly.
He tried kissing her, very gingerly, not entirely sure how to approach things. She seemed to like it so he continued. Then he thought of something, "Where, uh...where do we..."
"Let's go to my room," Mary said as she took his hand and led him around the corner and down the hall.
Mary's mind was racing as she opened the door to her room and led Brak inside. She was very excited, but also a little nervous, since she'd never been anyone's first before. She knew she would need to be careful with him. She felt bad for him, missing out on such a wonderful part of life. She couldn't help wonder just what happened to make him simply give up.
Brak stepped into the room behind her and looked around curiously as she shut the door. He turned to her and asked, "Could I, ah, use your bathroom?"
"Sure." She reached in and flipped the light on for him. She took the opportunity to scoop up the dirty clothes and straighten up the bed. She also lit a few candles and some incense, and turned off all the lights but one lamp in the front room.
She surveyed the scene. The front half of the suite was a sitting area with a small loveseat and chair, table, bookcases and her TV and fridge. The door to the bathroom was on the left.
An archway separated the front from the bedroom area that contained the usual bedroom furniture as well as a computer desk and more bookcases.
On one end of the computer desk was a small stereo system and Mary turned to that next. She looked through the CD's on the shelf trying to find something suitable. Finally, she took down her own Iron Butterfly disc and put it in the player, setting it to repeat In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida softly in the background. Not original, but she knew he liked it.
Brak came out of the bathroom and peered into the bedroom nervously. Mary walked over to him and said, "Why don't you let me hang up your jacket." He shrugged out of it and she put it on a hook on the back of the door.
She squeezed his arm gently as she walked past and opened up the little refrigerator. "Do you want a beer?"
"Ah yeah... yeah sure." He pulled his hands out of his pockets and took the bottle she was offering him.
Mary admired his hands as he twisted off the cap and looked for a place to put it. She took it from him and said, "You have very nice hands. They're sexy. Did you know that?"
He held one up in front of his face, "I guess I never really thought about it." He shuffled his feet uncomfortably.
Mary raised her eyebrow in amusement as she watched him down almost half his beer in one shot.
She needed to get him to relax. She pulled the ottoman away from the chair and looked at him, "Why don't you sit down here."
He sat down stiffly and eyed her warily, turning to watch as she stepped behind him.
"I'm just going to rub your shoulders," she said quietly, turning him back around and brushing his hair off his shoulders, out of the way. His long hair suited him and even though it was mostly gray, it made him look younger. Mary enjoyed touching it and spent a few minutes running her fingers through it. She noticed his head starting to sway slightly as she stroked it. "Do you like that?"
"Yeah...it's, um, neat," he stammered.
"Good, we need to relax you." She moved her hands down to his shoulders and began to massage them firmly.
He chuckled ruefully, "That's easier said than done, I think." He drank some more beer.
"I wish I knew what to say to help," she said trying to be sincere, but also thoroughly enjoying the feel of his strong shoulders and smooth neck. "What are you afraid of?"
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, "Not knowing what to do, I guess. Humiliating myself. I don't really know... I guess that's the problem." He paused and then said, with a bit of an edge to his voice, "Why do you want to do this anyway?"
Ouch. That question said a lot. She went around to kneel in front of him, "I want to do it because I like you. I'm attracted to you." She put her hand under his chin and coaxed him into looking at her, smiling when his eyes met hers. "I like being with you and I'd like to be closer to you."
He studied her for a moment, then pushed up his glasses, smiled tentatively, and whispered, "I... like you too."
She leaned forward and kissed him. This time he kissed back, gently at first and then stronger. She sighed as she felt him run his fingers through her hair. His other hand went to her neck and rested there lightly.
His hand felt cool against her skin and his lips were warm. She rested her hands on his thighs, caressing them lightly. Her pulse quickened when she heard him moan softly.
Mary figured if she could get him to that point where desire overrides fear and instinct takes over, he would be just fine.
They kissed like that for several minutes, until she sat back, breathless, and said, "You're going to do just fine if that was any indication." She stood up and offered her hand to him, "Come with me."
As she led him into the bedroom she turned off the lamp, leaving them with only the soft candlelight.
Brakish followed Mary into the bedroom, anxious to kiss her again, to touch her. He'd never experienced anything like this before. His legs were shaking and his breathing was shallow.
Mary fiddled with something on the stereo, then came back to stand in front of him. She smiled warmly and he fixed his gaze on her lips. Lips he'd actually kissed. He could barely believe this was happening.
She said, "What would you like to do? What comes next?"
"Ah... I want..." What did she mean? "I thought... I thought you were going to... teach me," he stammered, confused, he had no idea what she expected him to do.
"I am teaching you," she said gently. "There's no right or wrong answer to that question. It all depends on how you feel, what you want." She took a step closer. "I want you to think about it for a minute. What do you want to do right now?"
He stood there not really knowing what to do. The kind of want he had was indefinable. He didn't care what they did as long as he could touch her again, be close to her. All right, he thought, touch her. Where? How? She was waiting patiently, calmly. He envied her.
He took a deep breath. Slowly he raised his trembling hands up to her face and touched her like he did before. He let them slide down to her neck, wrapping his fingers gently around it and letting his thumbs caress her throat. He was holding his breath again and forced himself to let it out.
Mary let her head fall back and he could feel her hands resting on his chest, her fingers moving slowly. She was breathing heavier now and a soft sigh escaped her lips. He watched in awe as he realized his own touch was doing that to her. A thrill shot through him. He bent down and put his lips on hers, moving them slowly, kissing her very softly.
Mary's hand closed around his wrist and pulled it away from her neck, guiding it down to her waist. Then she reached up to the back of his head.
She held him tightly and kissed him hard, making him dizzy. She kissed him relentlessly, not letting go. Her fingers were tangled in his hair and her other hand roamed his body.
He put his arm farther around her and pulled her closer until their bodies were pressed together. She moved against him and he became dimly aware of warmth and tension in his groin and realized he was getting hard.
He felt weak and simply stood still, allowing her to kiss and caress him as he tried to process all these new sensations. Her lips were hot on his mouth, her hand was sliding down his back, her firm breasts were pressed into his chest and her hips were writhing against his erection sending waves of pleasure through him. And on top of all this, every move she made was replayed to him through his own hands which were still resting on her neck and back. How he remained on his feet, he didn't know.
He was pulled back to reality when he felt her tug open the button of his pants and start to undo the zipper. He let out a startled, "Oh god!" and jumped back, realizing she had also unbuttoned his shirt.
"What?... What's the matter?" she gasped, holding her hands up and staring wide eyed at him.
His insides felt like ice water and he tugged his shirt closed around him as he crossed his arms. "Well I've..." he sighed heavily, "It's just that... I've never... been naked in front of a woman before." He felt his face get hot.
Mary averted her gaze and started coughing into her hands in an unconvincing attempt to hide her laughter.
He watched her warily as she cleared her throat and stepped closer to him, smiling apologetically. "That's ok," she said, "you don't have to yet if you don't want to, but, trust me, you'll get over it."
He stared at the floor and didn't move when she kissed him. She tugged his arms loose and hugged him, kissing his cheek. "Come and lie down with me," she whispered.
She backed up and climbed onto the bed drawing him with her. Brak noticed she'd taken off her shoes so he kicked his off quickly as she pulled on his arm. He knelt on the bed next to her, his stomach in knots. Although she was smiling encouragingly, he felt he must surely be in over his head.
She sat up on her knees and wrapped her arms around him, kissing him and stroking his hair, the gentle motions calming him. When she pushed him down onto his back he didn't resist.
He watched as she swung her leg over to straddle him and when the weight of her body settled down on his returning hard-on, he let out a shaky breath. She leaned forward resting her hands on the bed on either side of his head. Very slowly she moved her hips, grinding against him. He sighed softly as the warmth she was creating spread through his body. Oh, this was so good.
He ran his hands up her thighs and enjoyed the feel of her muscles working under her soft pale jeans. As he felt more comfortable, he got bolder, stroking her more firmly.
She bent down and whispered in his ear, "That's very good." Her breath was warm on his skin. Her lips were on his neck kissing him and caressing him. He thought he felt her tongue slide along under his jaw line and the edge of her teeth biting gently.
His breathing was thick as she ravaged his neck and ground into his swollen cock. He pressed down on her thighs, wanting more. And then she was kissing and licking his ear making his head spin until he groaned out loud.
She picked up her head and smiled at him, brushing a hair out of his face. "You're so sexy when you let go of yourself." Then she kissed him long and hard.
He felt her tongue touch his lips and opened his mouth to let her in. She darted and teased with it until he got the idea that he should do the same. When he licked her lip and reached his tongue into her mouth he was rewarded with a throaty moan that made his heart race.
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him, writhing beneath her as they kissed. His fingers brushed the skin of her back just below the hem of her sweatshirt and without thinking he swept his hand up under it, caressing her and marveling at how warm and smooth she was.
"Oh, yes," she sighed, burying her face in his neck. "I think we've finally hit that point."
"What point?" They were both panting now.
She just smiled at him and sat up, increasing the pressure on his groin in a wonderfully agonizing way.
She brushed aside his unbuttoned shirt and began to rub her hands across his chest. Although her hands were warm, the touch on his bare skin sent tiny chills running through him.
Then she sat back and grabbed the edge of her sweatshirt, pulling it off in one smooth motion. She tossed it to the floor and went back to stroking his chest.
Brak lay there breathing hard and staring at her breasts, clad in a fairly transparent blue flowered bra. Some of her hair had fallen forward and was laying across them.
He reached up and tentatively brushed aside the lock of hair, and then trailed his fingertips along the top edge of her bra, letting one finger slide underneath it.
Mary's eyes were half-closed and she braced her hands on his stomach, quietly allowing him to explore. She licked her lips and swallowed. Then she was climbing off him and moving down between his legs. He froze when she grabbed the waistband of his pants and started to pull them open. "Mary..." he said weakly. He didn't really want her to stop, but couldn't quite ignore the alarm bells going off in his head.
She looked up at him seductively and said, "If you can stomach a few seconds of embarrassment, I can make you forget all about it."
Brak swallowed hard and decided that fear and excitement were not altogether different.
She pulled his zipper the rest of the way down and pushed his pants just far enough out of the way. She cupped his erection through the thin fabric of his boxers and then bent down to plant a kiss on it, lingering to let her hot breath wash over him.
He gasped and felt his cock twitch as she carefully pulled his boxershorts out of the way. He kept his gaze fixed on the ceiling, hoping his face wasn't as flushed as it felt.
His breath caught in his throat as she closed her fingers around his hard-on, and for a few moments he could not breathe at all as she stroked him gently and fondled his balls.
Then she swiped the tip with her tongue and lowered her whole mouth onto him. His breath came back to him in a loud groan. Her mouth was hot and wet, her rough tongue moving everywhere, licking and sucking him in ways he could not have imagined. She kept at it for quite awhile, stroking and fondling, sliding her mouth up and down on him, sometimes so far that he felt his cock hit the back of her throat. And never letting her tongue be still for even a moment.
"Oh my god," he gasped, clutching the bedspread, "oh... Oh... Mary, my god..."
His entire groin was on fire. All his attention was focused on that single spot. If there was anything else to him, he couldn't remember it.
Her lips and fingers massaged him firmly while her tongue swirled around spots he never knew could be so exquisitely sensitive. He'd lost all track of time, but felt as if this had been going on forever.
He moaned and writhed, involuntarily thrusting his hips up to meet her mouth. He felt hot and became aware of a tingling sensation building up within him.
"No." He said it out loud without realizing, startling himself. He looked down at Mary, her hair spilling across his hip, her hand wrapped around his cock. Her lips were dark from rubbing against him. She had paused when he spoke and was now looking up at him curiously. When he met her gaze she stuck her tongue out and lapped around the head of his cock causing him to moan again.
"You have to stop," he said, "now. I... I don't..."
She was already crawling up to lie down on top of him. The comfortable weight of her body was actually soothing after the intensity of the last few minutes.
"That was... it was... incredible. It..." he was stammering, still trying to catch his breath.
"I'm glad you liked it," she said quietly. She gently removed his glasses and reached out to put them on the bedside table. She started lightly caressing his forehead and temples, kissing his jaw line.
He thought about what she'd done and wondered out loud, "Did you... like doing that? Before?"
"Oh yes. It's a turn on to be so, um, appreciated." She smiled wryly. Then she got up and stood at the foot of the bed, quickly stripping off her jeans, bra and panties. She climbed back on top of him and sat down on his thighs.
After the shock of having a naked woman sitting on him wore off, he let his eyes roam over her body. He reflected that the female form was far more beautiful in person than it was in porn films.
She was tugging at his pants again and he shifted as much as he could under her weight, trying to help out. Apparently, though, she'd accomplished as much as she wanted to because she was moving up along his body again.
She stayed on all fours, kissing and necking with him. He reached a hand out to touch her bare leg, letting it slide all the way up and over her hip, and along her side until he was cupping one firm breast. She moaned in his ear and leaned against him.
He was suddenly overcome with desire. He had to have her and began trying to push her down into his lap, desperate to have any part of her in contact with his aching cock.
She apparently got the hint because she was positioning herself over him, using one hand to guide his erection, and muttering teasingly, "Quick study aren't you? Should have expected that from a genius."
Then she slid down on top of him. The heat raced through him. He had never felt this good in his whole life. He loved the feel of her thighs around him and the way she braced her hands on his chest. He sighed heavily and let her take him.
She began to move slowly, grinding her body against him as before, but with far more exciting results. He watched, mesmerized, as she slipped a hand between her legs and began to play with herself as she writhed on his cock. The expression of pure pleasure on her face took his breath away.
Mary laughed to herself as she felt Brak pressing on her leg and shoulder. Clearly, he wanted to get down to business, and, she realized, so did she. His response to her was so much more than she had expected. She would never have thought he'd be so vocal, but every moan and gasp turned her on like nothing else. Even the way he breathed thrilled her. He was so unbelievably sensual.
She moved so she was kneeling over him and reached down to steady his cock. She slid down on top of him and was rewarded with a delicious ragged breath as he grasped her thighs and pushed up into her.
She sat still for a moment, leaning on his chest for support as the feel of his cock filling her invaded her senses. It was so exquisite it almost hurt. When she began to move her hips, grinding on top of him, the pleasure spread throughout her body and took over her mind. It was almost more than she could stand.
She reached down to stroke her clit and sighed as a soothing warmth spread through her. She spent several minutes simply lost in the sensation of it all.
At the edges of her mind she realized she could feel Brak running his hands over her body. They were running along her thighs and up her body, squeezing and caressing her breasts, one hand stroking her neck, the other tracing her arm.
Then she felt his hand slide between her legs. She withdrew hers and immediately his thumb was rubbing against her clit. He was a little clumsy at first, but he soon found his way and began to stroke her more firmly, experimenting with patterns and speed.
She arched her back and moaned loudly, "Oh damn, that's good." She started riding him, moving up and down on his cock, trying to maintain a slow pace, but barely able to restrain herself. Brak was thrusting into her now and both of them were gasping for breath.
Then Brak pulled his hand away and was grasping her arms. She looked at him with surprise, "Why did you stop?" she panted.
"I want..." He stopped to catch his breath, his eyes dark with lust. "I want you to lie on your back."
She bent forward to kiss him deeply, biting his lower lip. "Anything."
She climbed off him and sat on the bed watching to see what he had in mind.
He jumped up and yanked off his clothes, attempting to kick out of his pants and strip off his shirt at the same time.
When he finished he got back on the bed and knelt between her legs, his long hair framing his face as his eyes raked her body.
She sat up and they kissed, then she lay back for him as he concentrated on getting into position. He soon figured it out and pressed into her, causing her to moan contentedly. He immediately began to move in that age old rhythm that nobody needs to be taught.
Mary buried her fingers in his hair, holding it back from his face as they kissed. She reveled in the feel of his body on hers, the warmth of his skin and the taste of his mouth.
She pulled her legs up around him so she could feel the muscles of his thighs and back working as he continued to move inside her.
She ran her hand down his shoulder and across his chest, and when she felt his hard nipple under her fingers, she pinched it and gave it a little tug. He sucked in his breath sharply and she giggled, smoothing her palm across it.
He was breathing hard and Mary could hear him moaning little oh's and ah's under his breath.
He was pumping into her more forcefully now and making her tremble with anticipation. They were both sweating a little and a lusty masculine scent reached her brain. She buried her face in his neck and inhaled deeply enjoying the smell of him.
She reached up to his ear and swirled her tongue around it, stopping occasionally to nibble his earlobe.
He was moaning almost constantly now, each time he thrust into her, "Oh god... oh Mary... please... Oh please..." She could feel the tension in his muscles and his hot breath on her skin.
Then he cried out and gripped her shoulder tightly as he pounded into her again and again, muttering things she could no longer make out.
She held on to him and rode out his orgasm as she became lost in the sensations his forcefulness was creating. Her body was taking over on its own, writhing and clenching and bucking against him.
His lips closed on hers and his tongue invaded her mouth, kissing her swiftly before he collapsed on her, panting against her neck.
"Please..." she gasped desperately, "don't stop. Not yet." She slipped her hand in between them.
He looked up at her and his eyes flew open wide, "Oh...Oh, right." He started thrusting into her again, rapidly.
"Not... Not quite so fast," she whispered.
He slowed down, but pressed hard into her and she writhed under him as her climax washed over her. "Yes," she hissed, "that's so good... so good." She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him against her in a series of final satisfying thrusts before she too collapsed helplessly.
"Oh-ho wow," he said laying his head down next to hers.
"Yeah, wow," she sighed.
She disentangled herself and allowed him to move over onto his side and rolled over to face him. They kissed and caressed each other while they regained their senses.
After awhile, Brak said, "Thank you so much. I really thought I'd never get to do that."
"Believe me, it was my pleasure." She smiled broadly.
And then, "Mary?"
"Can we do this again soon?"
She smiled, "Absolutely. In fact I hope we can do it quite a bit, you were wonderful." Then she grinned wickedly, "I could get out my whip and handcuffs," and convulsed into gales of laughter.
Brakish looked thoroughly alarmed.