The BLTS Archive - A Night for Tom
by kamaquis (deck9section12@yahoo.com)

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This is one of my first stories, so its on the learning curve. But its
kind of quiet here, so why not post it? :)

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B'Elanna entered the quarters she shared with Tom. In the dim
illumination of the room she stripped off her uniform as she watched
her husband asleep in their bed. Tom lay on his back. Her eyes drank
in the sight of him, his crisp chest hair trailing down to where the
sheet draped low across his hips. What had her roommate at Starfleet
called that? A "treasure trail", that was it. The track of hair that
led downward from his taut stomach. She smiled and walked to the bed.
Putting her knee on the edge of the mattress, she crawled across her
side and towards Tom. Laying on her side and propping up her head,
B'Elanna looked at his face, turned slightly in her direction. She
felt the desire rise within her.

It had been necessary for her to remain on duty longer than usual in
order to oversee a rehaul. She had not been busy the whole time - she
was there more as a coordinator and had kept the project moving in an
organized, thorough way. The downtime gave her the opportunity to let
her mind wander - and it had often wandered to Tom.

She looked at the chronometer and mentally figured he had had six
hours of sleep. A smile stole across her face. Time to play.

Rising up on her knees again, B'Elanna straddled Tom's hips, and
slowly lowered herself onto his lap. Calling his name quietly she soon
found herself looking into the blue eyes she loved. He answered her
smile with one of his own. As his eyes traveled down her naked form,
his grin grew wider.

"Miss me?" he asked.

"Only every minute."

B'Elanna slowly began to rock back and forth on Tom's sheet-covered
crotch. She leaned down and captured his lips as Tom quickly hardened
beneath her. Tom entwined his hands in her hair and kissed her deeply.
As the kiss ended he slid his hands down to her shoulders and then her
arms. He brushed his thumbs against the undersides of her breasts.

B'Elanna seized his hands and pushed them away. "Don't worry about
me," she said. "Tonight is for you."

"B'Elanna..." Tom began.

She smiled at him, leaned down, and whispered in his ear, "Watching
you is a turn-on."

"'Turn-on'?"

"Yes, Mr. Twentieth Century. 'Turn-on' as in 'arousal'." As she said
those words, B'Elanna leaned forward, tossing the sheet off Tom. His
erection sprang free of it’s confide. She was wet and as she made
direct contact Tom caught his breath at the sensation of her soft
folds against his penis. B'Elanna lowered herself slowly onto him,
taking in only the head at first. Tom licked his lips and she watched
his tongue. She raised herself off him, but each time she took him in,
she took him a little deeper. Tom's eyes had closed and he skimmed his
hands along her thighs.

B'Elanna shoved his hands off her again with a firm, "No."

Tom opened his eyes and as they met hers, she took him completely into
her in one move. He moaned and turned his head. B'Elanna threw back
her head as the sensation of him inside her took over.

B'Elanna refocused her efforts and began sliding him in and out of
her. She altered the depth and pace. She watched his face as he
struggled with the sensations she was creating for him. Each moan that
escaped from him heightened her pleasure. She was in control of what
he was feeling and watching him lost to the moment was exhilarating.
She knew he was nearing his climax. She was ready to go over the edge
too but wanted him to come first.

She reached back and stroked the spot between his balls. Tom cried out
and arched his back, his blonde head driven into the pillow. She
reached back again and this time stroked the outside near his thighs.
Tom grabbed her hips, pinning her to him, and she ground into him as
he raised his hips to bury himself as deeply as possible within her.
Tom cried out as he came and B'Elanna felt her first wave in a series
of orgasms.

She laid her head on his chest and waited for the tingling from her
fingers to her toes to subside. She had planned the night for him, but
damn if he still hadn't managed to take her with him.

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The End