The Definition Of Hot Sex

"I'm going to have a shower," Kathryn moaned. "I've got a stiff neck from reading all these reports." As she stood she pulled a face, emphasizing her point.

"Do you want me to massage your neck first?" Chakotay asked innocently. "It might help you a little more than just letting the water do its magic."

"Uh-oh, when you're talking in this tone I'll be sore next morning. You sure you want to risk arousing me?"

"What is the risk in that? I like it when you're aroused." He smiled sweetly.

"Let me think about it," she replied, although it was evident that Kathryn already had made up her mind. The mere thought of letting him massage her got her turned on.

Chakotay caught the gleam in her eyes. "Come here," he ordered. Upon this she raised one wonderful eyebrow, an action she always did when he tried to order her around. "I'm not begging," Chakotay explained with a smirk. "You're the one with a stiff neck."

Kathryn was caught between going to him and turning on her heels just to lecture him about ordering her around. But unfortunately, Chakotay was right. She highly doubted that a shower would loosen all the knots in her neck and shoulders. So with a resigned sigh she walked to him, sitting down between his parted knees on the floor. "You know, my love, if you weren't so damn right I would kick your ass for using this tone of voice."

"Maybe," Chakotay answered and started massaging her neck with little pressure at first, "but you love me anyway . . . My Kathryn, stiff is an understatement. This is going to hurt."

"Thanks for the warning. I might as well have a shower . . . Ouch! What do you think you're doing, Mister? Are you trying to kill me?"

"Stop wailing like it were my fault that you're tense," he complained. "Thinking about it, it might be better if you got rid of your uniform jacket and turtleneck. That way it would be less painful. And if you managed to relax just a little you probably would enjoy it."

"Thank you, Mom," Kathryn joked. "Anything else?" But she did as she was told anyway. She even got rid of her bra, knowing it would tease him. Then Kathryn leaned back, relaxing as well as possible, and let his hands work their magic on her.

Chakotay was aware that she had deliberately taken off her bra, but didn't even think about reacting in an obvious way. His wicked, little mind was planning on getting back on her anyway. So he let his hand lightly wander over her neck and shoulders, feeling the knots and then starting his massage anew. Now and then he stopped to rub his hands together. When he put them, warm as they were, on her skin again Kathryn sighed. In slow, gentle circles his broad hands ran over her tense muscles. Her head fell back and she was sighing of pleasure. Smiling, Chakotay repeated that two more times before he began to only lightly brushed over her hot skin.

"Mhmmm, that feels so good," she moaned huskily and he knew she was on the verge of wanting more . . . much more. His smile grew in its size as he felt her skin exploding into goose flesh.

"So," he said as he stopped massaging her, "I believe you wanted to have a shower." Chakotay was careful to not show her how aroused he was himself, speaking calmly.

Kathryn needed a moment to get the meaning. "Wha . . . What?"

"A shower. You know, a small cell, running water. A shower," he explained as if she were a little child.

"Oh," she replied disappointed. Nevertheless, Kathryn stood and went into the bathroom without another word. She was fuming, he knew, but this didn't bother him. She would thank him later.

*

Having gotten rid of the rest of her clothing, Kathryn stood in the shower cubicle, not quite sure what she should make of his behavior. She didn't even know if she should take a cold or a warm shower. Her neck and shoulders felt wonderful again, but her inner muscles were tense now. "That bastard," she muttered while turning on the warm water anyway, deciding to teach him a lesson later.

Kathryn rested her forehead against the cool wall. Suddenly, broad, tanned hands were touching her back, then wrapping around her slim waist. "You didn't really think I would stop then and there, now did you?" Chakotay whispered into her ear, causing her to shiver.

All her anger was forgotten when she felt his arousal pressing into her back. Involuntarily, she moaned - a deep and husky sound. "You're awful," she managed to say.

Chakotay didn't reply, instead he began to shower her neck with sensual kisses. His hands were once again exploring her body . . . in other places this time, slowly brushing the undersides of her breasts.

Due to his earlier massage and his touches now Kathryn was so turned on that she thought she would burst any time. The droplets of water running down her body were only adding to this wonderful feeling. She bent her head a little to one side, giving him better access when he kissed the sensitive spot behind her ear. There was just no way that Kathryn would remain passive any longer. Her hips started rotating and her hands wandered behind her, taking his throbbing member in them. The sensual movements along his shaft soon had him groaning and making her stop.

"No more," Chakotay said huskily, "or it's over before it's even begun." He then turned her in his arms while dropping to his knees, burying his face between her thighs. With both hands he kept her hips from moving as he continued the assault on her senses. Small cries of pleasure were echoing through the room by now and Kathryn's hand found their way into his short, black hair. She was desperate for something to hold on to. The sensation his lips and tongue caused was almost too much to take for her. But when she thought she would come Chakotay suddenly stopped, sensing that she was ready to explode. Slowly, he kissed his way up to her breasts, playing with the nipples for a moment, then continued up to her mouth, kissing her mercilessly.

Meanwhile, Kathryn allowed her fingers to roam over his broad and muscled chest, stopping to play with his proud male nipple. This had him moaning into her mouth and kissing her even harder. She certainly would have swollen lips later, but couldn't care less at this moment. All her attention was focused on this handsome man and what he was doing to her. When Kathryn once again moved to touch his member Chakotay was faster and turned her in his arms, so she again was facing the wall. With one hand wrapped around her waist and the other propped against the wall, Chakotay slowly entered her from behind, Kathryn couldn't help letting out a prolonged moan. Savoring the exquisite sensation, both of them didn't dare to move for an indefinable moment of time.

Kathryn couldn't stand it any longer. "Chakotay . . ." she pleaded.

"Yes." He knew exactly what she wanted and needed, so he started moving with a powerful thrust. In return Kathryn met every thrust halfway, spurring him on. Soon the small shower cubicle was filling with husky moans from her and deep groans from him. This felt like pure heaven to them and they wanted it to last, but eventually, Chakotay increased his rhythm as he felt his release approaching. Making sure that Kathryn would come with him he let his hand wander down to her tiny bundle of nerves. Upon the first touch there Kathryn couldn't help crying out. Small waves of pleasure were rolling through her body, centering in her groin. She knew she wouldn't last much longer.

"Chakotay . . . please . . ." What she was pleading for she had no clue. Everything around her had disappeared. Chakotay increased his rhythm even more and soon was bumping in and out of her until the world around him exploded and he fell against her back. Kathryn had caught the vortex and followed suit moments later, shuddering from the force of her orgasm.

For a few minutes both remained silent, trying to control their ragged breathing. Their chests were still heaving from the earth shattering experience. Chakotay's head rested on her shoulder his lips touching her neck lightly, so she felt him smiling against her skin.

"Are you relaxed now, Kathryn?" he asked sweetly.

"You could say that," she replied laughing. "But I guess I'm too exhausted to move. What about you?"

"Oh, I think I'll make it to the bed." Without further ado he lifted Kathryn and carried her out of the shower, a big smirk plastered on his face.

"Chakotay, you're repulsively cheerful for a guy who's just had the most exhausting hot sex of the century."

"Oh, no," he smiled wickedly, "this was just the beginning . . ."

THE END

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