Addiction
Rated Nc17
By Sheri
As much as I want to deny it, I can't any longer. I have an addiction and rather than hide from it and pretend it doesn’t exist, I have to face it head on.
I have both the mental and physical cravings for it, and when I have to do without it, it's like a physical ache. I become irritable, touchy, and I find it hard to concentrate on any one thing.
Kathryn knew this would happen. For years she tried to warn me, tried to tell me how I should just get it out of my mind, but I didn't listen. Instead I pushed, I tried to convince her how beneficial it would be and finally she yielded.
Yes, I also have to admit that I brought my addiction to her. I forced her to try and this is what happened. She was right all along and now, because of me, we both are paying for it.
We're off duty now after weeks when we have been too busy to consider anything but work. We had a constant bombardment of tiny ships that, for one reason or another, felt they could take Voyager. Throughout the day, at no predictable times, they would show up and fire. They made no appreciable damage to the ship or the crew but it was a constant irritation that we had to deal with twenty-four seven.
We are finally out of their space and I can already feel the lure as I get closer to it; I can smell it, feel it. It gives me strength and a sense of power; and I know Kathryn is there, in her quarters, waiting for me to join her so we can share the high.
I finally arrive and key in her code. I find her right away, standing in the middle of the room, knowing I will deliver what she needs. Her skin is flushed, pupils dilated and she looks hungry. I know I must hurry, for her need is great, even greater than my own.
I don’t wait, my uniform is off in a matter of seconds and I take hold of her, hoisting her off the floor and over to the couch, ridding her of the confining uniform before I lay her down and dive between her legs, taking in the intoxicating scent of her sex; my drug of choice. My tongue snakes out, licking her fiercely until she arches off the couch as her orgasm rolls over her. My tongue dives in her dripping hole, drinking up her juices as they flow out of her, hearing her cries; I won't let her come down from this.
I finally move, grabbing her by the waist, swinging her down so she is now kneeling in front of the couch. I kneel behind her, my hands first guiding her small hand down to her throbbing clit, encouraging her to pleasure herself. I then grab her hip with one hand, the other on my aching member, guiding it to the one spot, the place it calls home. I slip in the head, just barely there, enjoying the sensation wash over me.
This is it, the drug is now in full force, hormones and adrenalin is what it's called and at times like this, they rule my life.
I slip in all the way then begin to thrust, hard and fast, needing to feel that climax. All the while Kathryn is furiously stroking herself, bring herself to another climax with me.
We both scream out in unison as the feeling of pure ecstasy washes over us. I collapse on her, knowing she enjoys my weight on her back, once describing it as feeling whole. I completely agree as I wrap my arms around her, holding her close, breathing heavily in her ear.
We both have an addiction and are not afraid to admit it, at least to
each other, one addiction that neither one of us want to do anything about.
We will eventually learn to control it but for now we just relish in it,
the feelings it brings us. Although the sex is a major component, there
is a more important component -- love. I'm addicted to her, Kathryn, everything
about her and she is addicted to me; now that I have her, I don’t plan
on letting her go.