Old Flames

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Lighting the Fire


It felt like it took forever for Julian Bashir to get to his quarters. It seemed like the lift took a longer time than usual to reach him and take him to the section where his quarters were located. He worried he would not be able to prepare in time for her arrival or that she would already be there ahead of him. He knew it was unlikely but his nerves were on end and his arousal creeping higher.

When Bashir finally arrived at his deck, he ran to his door as quickly as possible. Entering his quarters, he spun around as he looked at the furniture overoverall appearance the rooms gave. Being a fairly organized person, his quarters were rarely even minimally messy. There was not time to redecorate or rearrange so he left the rooms alone.

//She won’t be looking at the furniture other than my bed really// he smiled at the thought.

The thought made him feel a rush of adrenaline flow through him as he realized they would most likely attack each other like wild dogs as soon as the door opened. He then realized he was still in his uniform, a most awkward outfit to get out of quickly. He fled to his bedroom closet where he hustled to find something to wear that made him easily accessible. After finding one of his silk dress shirts and a pair of matching pants, he threw them on, leaving the shirt unbuttoned to show his bare chest.

Bashir went back into his living room and was there just in time to hear the door chime. He walked over to the door and pressed the manual button to open it. The door slid open and the only thing he saw were the hypnotic green jewels sparkling at him. He stood staring at her, completely transfixed in her beauty.

“Do you want me to come inside?” she quietly asked the same words she had said so many years before.

“Yes, I do,” he said very confidently, unlike his first time with her.

Before she could move, Bashir moved like lightning and grabbed her by wrapping his arm around her waist, pulling her inside against him. The door slid shut as she flew into his quarters, her hair flowing with the fast draw of passion. She gasped with aroused surprise at his unpredicted strike and pressed herself against him in physical approval.

“Krisanna,” he moaned into her ear. “I’m glad you have come to see me.”

“It has been too long,” she sighed with longing.

In response, Bashir kissed her cheek, just before her ear and trailed his lips along her neck. He found a particular sensitive and tender spot along her neck. He began to run his tongue over the point on her neck and then blew lightly over the wet skin, feeling a shiver run through her body as she let out a noise halfway between a gasp and moan. He could feel her chest pressed against him. She wore nothing beneath her blouse by the way he felt her unrestrained breasts rubbing him, her nipples making themselves visible poking through her clothing.

“You’ve changed,” Krisanna said, her eyes flashing at him as she smiled.

“Indeed,” he replied and then held her head to his as he hungrily kissed her deeply. She met his kiss with equal force as theyppedpped their arms around each other.

Bashir slid his right hand down over her shoulder, then inward across her chest where he found her round voluptuous breasts. She breathed in deeply, raising her chest higher as the nipples pressed through the clothing, harder than ever. He traced with his fingers over her clothing as to only make small contact with the skin underneath. Her hands trailed along his open shirt and then along his exposed skin. Her fingernails pursued the lines of his chest, his muscles clearly outlined. After a moment, he ran both his hands over her back and down, cupping her backside then squeezing her hard, his fingers feeling the taught muscles beneath. With a sweeping movement, he picked her up with his hands still positioned under her backside. Krisanna wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck as he carried her to his bedroom.

“Await to be amazed,” he whispered to her as he stood with her next to the bed.

Before she could speak, Bashir threw her upon the covers and pounced upon her, pinning her beneath him. He felt himself becoming harder as he pressed himself against her, clearly showing her he was ready to take her on. His hands held her waist but then drifted up beneath her blouse. He pulled it up over her head and threw it to the side.

Finding her completely topless, he ran his hands over her mounds of goodness, feeling their thickness beneath his fingers. He kneaded them softly, feeling her nipples become even harder against his palms. He then paused, kneeling over her as he removed his shirt. He slowly pulled off all his clothing, purposefully giving her a show of his body as he undressed. She watched with an urging for him to continue touching her.

Bashir, satisfied he had teased her plenty, pressed his naked body against her. He slid his tongue into her mouth, tasting her yearning for him and feeling his hunger grow for her more. He moved his lips down to her chest, kissing the skin between her breasts as he pinched the nipples, making her body arch against him. As his mouth neared her stomach, he began to remove her final piece of clothing covering the best portion of her.

As he pulled her skin-tight leggings off, he continued to kiss slowly down the path he uncovered. He went further along her bare shaved nether region to ver very tip as he pulled the rest of her clothing off her long elegant legs. He could see that she was already wet with excitement and he induced a long moan from her as he lightly blew against her dripping folds.

Seeing that he was successfully toying with her pleasure, Bashir slipped his right hand between her thighs, caressing her warmth. A couple long fingers crept inside her and he could feel her squeeze her inner muscles against him. He began to move his fingers in and out, slowly at first then he pressed his entire palm against her, pressing his fingers deeper inside her. Her breathing came shorter and quicker as he fastened his pace inside her. He felt his own self gain length just from hearing her moan from his touch.

“Had enough yet?” he whispered as he looked up at her glazed over eyes.

“More.”

Her call for him to continue was barely audible through her heavy breathing. Bashir smiled as he realized he had taken control of the one who had once dominated him in bed. He felt an immense feeling of power grow within him as waves of erotic ideas flowed through his mind.

He repositioned himself so that he was closer to her upper body but still kept his fingers within her. He began to slow the pace of his movements and without warning, suddenly quicken them again, bringing more aroused moans to reverberate from Krisanna’s throat. Leaning forward, he took her left breast in his mouth, sucking as hard as he could.

“Ooooh, Julian…” Krisanna cried out in sexual anguish. “Harder. So much harder…”

Taking her calls to heart, Bashir began to nibble on her breast as he suckled. He brought his left hand up and began to once again knead her other bosom. As he alternated his pinching and biting of her nipples, he began hrushrust his hand into her harder.

She cried out with an immensity Bashir had never heard come from a woman before. He felt her arch against him again, her hands clutching the bedcovers. Before he knew it, Krisanna had wrapped her hand around his throbbing length. She squeezed and released him as she moved her hand up and down, now eliciting a moan from him as he felt his eyes roll back into his head from the sheer volume of pleasure they both were feeling.

Bashir removed his hand from within her, released himself from her, and shifted his hips so that his aching organ pulsed against her wet lips down below. He let his fingers linger across her opening until he found her clit. He began a random combination of rubbing, twisting, and pinching of the little nub causing Krisanna to scream the moan that had been coming up slowly but instead was release in an ear-shattering cry. He pressed his length against her opening, not quite entering but not quite removing himself from her. She twisted in his grip, her moans more like pitiful cries of a vanquished beast.

Feeling the time was finally right, Bashir thrust himself into her. In response, her body arched again upward. She opened her eyes that had been tightly shut since her cry for more and watched him with amazed awe. He began to move back and forth, rubbing himself along her luscious, wet insides.

“Krisanna, you feel so wonderful,” he moaned as he looked down upon her, his hands holding her hips to press her against him. He thrust hard into her as he shoved hard with his hands downward to bring himself fully and deeply within her.

He leaned forward to lay his body on top of her. He could feel her hard nipples against his skin, the plush roundness of her breasts between him and her supporting him. Bashir moved faster, thrusting deep, feeling the friction and heat building between the two of them. Her muscles squeezed tighter as he felt her nearing an orgasm but he continued hard, not letting her take a breath without an ever heightening cry of increasing pleasure. He could feel himself wanting to release but he held onto that moment for himself, waiting for just the right moment.

Just when Bashir felt he could hold on no longer, he heard Krisanna let out a final exasperated cry and her muscles contract. He let go and a wave of overwhelming emotion and pleasure flowed ugh ugh him as the pressure flowed from him into her. He let himself fall against her, letting her body support his. He felt sweat dripping from his forehead fall onto her body that was also damp from her exertion. Both of them still breathed hard and quickly but slowed with every few seconds.

“That… was… very … amazing,” she let out between breaths. “Thank you, Julian.”

“No... thank… you,” he whispered as best he could while breathing and kissing her neck lightly.

Bashir raised himself slightly and picked her up, still not breaking contact between the two of them. While supporting her against him with one hand, he pulled back the covers of the bed and placed her down into them, finally pulling himself from her and immediately missing her warmth. He nuzzled down into the sheets with her naked form next to him. He pulled her closer to him, having her lay her head on his chest and his arm around her waist. She draped her arm across his chest, holding him loosely to her.

After several minutes of holding each other, Bashir spoke and in a much calmer and controlled voice, “You know, I can call in sick tomorrow.”

Her green eyes mischievously peered at him. She seemed to ponder the idea for a moment and the lowered her eyes so he would not be able to see what she might be thinking about.

“No, go in tomorrow,” she told him as she flipped back her waves of brown hair over her shoulder. “My ship doesn’t leave for another two days. We have plenty of time to… catch up on things.”

He trailed his hand along the side of her face, following her high cheekbones down to her jaw line and out to her small chin. He kissed her; she flicked her tongue out quickly as their lips touched to entice him during their pillow talk.

“I definitely will be looking forward to that,” he growled deeply to her as tbothboth laid back against the pillows.