Watch Out Boy, She'll Chew You Up - Part Three: Just One Night [18+]

Posted on 31 Jan 2016 @ 10:25pm by Petty Officer 1st Class Rebecca Williams & Lieutenant Wilhelm Von Haeften
Edited on on 01 Feb 2016 @ 3:28am

4,822 words; about a 24 minute read

Mission: Episode 10 - Symposium
Location: Jupiter Station - Great Red Spot Hotel, Room 433
Timeline: MD 82 - 2219 hours

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:::10 Minutes later; Great Red Spot Hotel, Room 433:::

Wil unlocked the door to his suite, and opened the door for the lady. As she went through the door, he took his jacket and hung it on the hanger next to the door. Rebecca was bathed in the light of nearby Jupiter, its oranges and browns and rusty reds cascading through the window onto the floor, the furniture, and her smooth skin. Wil looked at her for a few minutes, admiring her beauty, drinking it in like a fine nectar. Rebecca started to undo her dress, but Wil rushed forward and, without a word spoken, held her hand in his own.

For the first time in her life, Rebecca felt unsure of herself; uncertain of what to do next. Very little had been said between the two once Wil had begun to lead her to this room. The silence had given her too much time to think and analyse as one hundred times over she persuaded herself to turn around and run back to the Galileo. This was a mistake, Wil had built a dream around how he predicted this would go and she knew that dream would be shattered before the night ended. But yet...here she now stood..in his room...waiting for him to make the next move.

She sensed as he just stood and watched, causing her to feel self conscious as her hand ran down the length of her arm. Goosebumps prickled beneath the tiny hairs on her skin, the only outward sign of her nerves. As he continued to just stand and watch, Rebecca found herself at a loss as she didn’t know what needed to be done next. She had thought he would make the first move but perhaps he expected that of her.

As her eyes moved to the window, Rebecca could see her own reflection staring back at her, a person whom she was beginning to wonder if she really knew. This wasn't her...she dealt in one night stands and no strings attached. She didn't subscribe to love making...so why was she here?

A slight movement in the reflection of the force field, drew the woman’s gaze as Wil seemed to shift his weight as if to move towards her. She studied what she could see of him in the reflection, the face etched with anticipation as he seemed to wait. Was this her signal?

Acting on instinct, her hand moved to the zip along the side the the dress, gently tugging the metal down along the teeth as each movement caused the dress to loosen first across her bust and then stomach. She saw Wilhelm move closer in the reflection of the window but she felt the resistance as his hand cupped hers and forced the zip to stop in place. Even as puzzlement flickered across her face, Rebecca felt the tug of his hand holding hers as her lover turned her body until they were face to face.

Wilhelm then placed his hands on either side of her cheeks, delicately, and pulled her to his waiting lips with a kiss. It started as a very gentlemanly kiss, like the one he gave her before on the dance floor, but it quickly evolved into one of passion, of pure unadulterated heat and need and want. Wil gently put his tongue forth, and Rebecca’s mouth opened eagerly, hungrily at the slight pressure.

Rebecca felt a gasp attempt to pass her lips as she felt his fingers move into her hairline, gently tugging until her head was tilted to the side, allowing their kiss to sink in even deeper. She felt the tease of his tongue against hers, there wasn’t a war, it was more a hint of what was to come. Each gentle stroke stirred the burning embers of her body, causing a groan to vibrate in her throat as she tried to press their lips further together. The build of heat within her body threatened to overwhelm the woman as Wilhelm’s kiss teased and pleasured over and over.

Rebecca started to undo Wil’s buttons. The German gently swatted at her hands and broke his kiss.

“No.” He said gently.

She persisted.

“No.” Wil said, slightly more forcefully. “Wait.”

Wil grabbed her hands in his and placed them above her head, holding onto both with one hand. He was not muscular by the classical means, but possessed a wiry strength that the training regimes of the Starfleet Reserves had made the most of, and he could sense that, although Rebecca was no stranger to physical training, he was stronger than her, especially when her attention was so divided.

The bold move surprised Rebecca, her body betraying her in its refusal to fight. Her hands pushed against her bounds, testing if they could break free but when met with resistance a moan passed her lips as she turned her attentions to pushing her body in against his. Her body burned and needed a release.

Wil put his weight forward, gently pushing Rebecca back against the window, pinning her against the immovable force field, his other hand cradling her head to ensure he wasn’t too rough with her. Still holding onto her hands with his one right one, he began to kiss her. On her cheek, moving towards her ear, down her neck. It was there he stopped. Her scent was fully in his senses now, like an intoxicating drug that he needed more and more of. The scent of her drove him into a frenzy that every part of his body screamed at him to succumb to, to let loose. Yet still he denied himself, forcing himself to be gentle and slow with his touches.

He drove her crazy...Rebecca couldn’t think straight each time his lips touched against her flesh, her hands struggled to free themselves to be able to feel the heat of his body beneath her palms. Each time she struggled she felt his grip harden enough to bruise but she didn’t care. All the woman knew was that if she didn’t get free he was going to destroy her. She said Wilhelm’s name just once, but that once was enough to allow anyone who heard know she was begging for a release of any sort...a release she needed now.

Still, a little roughhousing never hurt anyone, and Wil nibbled gently on the skin of her neck. His other hand went to the other side of her neck, releasing her hands, trying to pull more of her into him. Their skin was white hot against each other, as Von Haeften felt the first droplets of sweat forming under his clothes from the furnace of passion that was forming between them.

“Now.” Wil said simply, barely removing his mouth from the sweet taste of her neck.

Rebecca became aware of her new found freedom as soon as she felt his hold loosen, her hands quickly moved to grip Wil’s shoulders as her body forcefully pressed in against his. Her fingers only moved to tangle in what little hair her fingers could manage to grasp. A breath left her chest in frustration before she managed to get enough leverage and strength to pull his head away from her neck. Before her lover could manage to regroup, the woman forced her lips back on his as her tongue stroked his and her hands moved to pull the shirt from the waistband of his trousers.

Wil for his part had started to slowly undo the zipper of Rebecca’s dress, each newly exposed inch of soft, smooth skin he felt compelled to touch, even as their mouths stoked the fires they felt for each other. Once her dress zipper was all the way down, they broke contact and Wilhelm watched the dress fall off of Rebecca and crumple at her feet with a soft ‘thump’.

As she felt the air against her exposed skin, Rebecca’s eyes looked away from Wil as she drew her bottom lip in between her lips. She knew she was beautiful, men worshipped her body but Wil...him...this...it was all different. She could feel the dampening of the juncture at her thighs as the fire fanned itself into a blaze as the anticipation of what was to come built between them both.

Instinctively Rebecca’s hands moved to the buttons of his shirt, trying to slip each through the hole as quickly as she could manage. Her own nakedness became irrelevant as all she sought to do was press her body against his with no barriers in the way.

Wilhelm was getting impatient as well, and he all but leapt from his trousers and flung his shoes half-way across the room with the effort to get them off. As he did so, he got a full glimpse of Rebecca’s body before him, and he had to stop and simply stare in awe. She was a strikingly beautiful woman. His eyes gazed upon the dragon tattoo that followed the curve of her spine. The German approved; it complimented her natural curves and added to her beauty.

As Wil’s eyes had surveyed her body, Rebecca surveyed his in return. She had been right..where there would have been a six pack on most men, Wil had just a sprinkling of darkened hair across a lean chest, her eyes followed the line of it down to where it begun to disappear just below his hips. She’d been with so many men, some pretty, some sexy...some just down right gorgeous but Wilhelm...he was different. She didn’t know why or how nor was it something she could explain. It was just...

“You are...absolutely beautiful.” Von Haeften said softly, almost reverently as he walked towards Rebecca and placed his hands on her hips before their lips met once again, each vying for control. He squeezed her hips in his hands, admiring their feel between his fingers, before moving his hands over the curves and slopes of her naked form. He gently, delicately put his left hand on her right breast and gave it a light squeeze as he kissed her deeply, ensuring that only if he got a positive reaction would he continue.

Realising that he had spoken, Rebecca looked up just in time to meet Wilhelm’s lips with her own, sinking into their kiss as her hands moved to his hips to pull him in closer. The intimate caress of her breast caused the woman to momentarily break their kiss as a gasp passed her lips. “Wilhelm…” Even as she whispered his name, her hands pulled his hips even closer until she felt the brush of his desire just above the juncture of her legs.

Wilhelm could feel his pulse quickening, each one making his manhood throb with need as it touched her smooth skin. But he was determined not to make love against a window. The German broke their kiss, much to Rebecca’s seeming anger, and scooped her up in his arms, the warmth of her body nearly driving him mad as she grabbed onto his neck for support and gave a small squeak of surprise. Wilhelm was a runner by nature, not a bodybuilder, but his muscles were now driven by passion and desire and he did not even notice Rebecca’s weight as he carried her to the bed and gently laid her down before putting his head down by Rebecca’s stomach and kissing her there. The German moved his mouth up her stomach slowly, until he got to the soft mounds that awaited him, and he latched his warm mouth over them, gently biting her there, hoping it was driving the lady as mad as she was driving him.

Rebecca’s body buckled as her hands moved back to Wilhelm’s hand. She cried out his name as she felt his lips against her skin. Her body wriggled and moved as she ached to feel him bury himself inside of her...needing to feel him inside of her. As she felt the light brush of his tongue and teeth against her aroused peaks, her breath caught in her throat as a swear word escaped her lips. Her head shook from side to side as her hands fought a war, pushing his head down and pulling it back as the heat built in her body and threatened to overwhelm her.

Wil took his mouth away from her lovely mounds and moved his mouth back down her torso, down her stomach to stopping just before he got to her sensitive area.

He looked up at Rebecca, looking for some signal that she wanted him to touch her with his mouth.

Wil decided to take the initiative.

“No one knows us here; you can be as loud as you feel you need Liebchen*.” He said, his voice almost an animalistic growl.

Rebecca heard his voice but through the rush of blood in her head, she struggled to comprehend the words. All she knew was although she could feel his hands against the flesh of her hips, his sweet, damp mouth had disappeared. Although her head continued to shake side to side against the bed sheet, a whimper left her mouth as her body buckled to seek his lips return.

Wil took that as a good sign, and slowly parted her legs slightly before burying his head into her. His tongue and lips did the work here, and he could feel Rebecca buck and whimper, so he must have been doing exactly what she wanted.

As she felt Wilhelm bury his tongue in her damp depths, it was almost Rebecca’s undoing as she screamed his name. Over and over she muttered his name as her legs moved to straddle his shoulders, taking him in even deeper again. Her fingers gripped his head as she pushed down harder, nothing mattering beyond the feel of his tongue inside of her; stroking the fires to their peak as her body tightened and screamed for release.

Wilhelm heard her scream his name and he would’ve been a liar if he didn’t enjoy hearing it escape her lips. He continued for a few more minutes, enjoying her forcing him deeper and harder and faster with her hands, her hips, her legs, her voice. He removed his lips, his mouth and chin now glistening with her moisture as he could stand it no longer. He needed her, to be deep inside her, and he needed her now.

Wilhelm quickly got up, put his knees in between her own and leaned forward, to be closer to Rebecca; he wanted her to be able to reach him, to touch him, to plead with him with her mouth and her hands and her voice. He leaned down and kissed her again as he slowly, carefully, entered her.

Rebecca’s body burned, time and time again Wilhelm had brought her to the edge, only to push her back and refuse the chance of a release. Her whole body tensed, between her legs her juices pooled as her womb begged over and over for the end.

As she felt him pull his mouth away, a whimper left Rebecca’s lips as her fingers pulled on his hair harder. “Wilhelm...please...Wilhelm…” She repeated the words over and over until she felt his lips press back against hers. She tasted her essence on his lips and tongue, driving her wild as she whimpered and moved her hands to rake her nails down his back. She didn’t care if she left scars, all she cared about was this man buried himself inside of her...filling her with the hardness he teased against her body.

Feeling his weight shift, Rebecca growled as she parted her legs further. Never breaking the contact of their kiss; the woman thrusted her tongue deep into his mouth as her hands moved to his shoulders, struggling to push down hard as she felt Wilhelm’s shoulder muscles tense. He fought her back, pushed inside her slowly, at a pace he set.

Wilhelm growled like a vicious animal as he felt her warmth and tightness surround his manhood, the effort making him gasp out. He winced in pain and pleasure as her nails dug deep into his back. He did not tell Rebecca, but that was one of the things that would drive him over the edge faster than anything save her beautiful voice screaming for his release over and over.

“Mein Gott** Rebecca!” he whispered, overcome with the incredible sensation of her surrounding warmth. Wil had decided that, despite her pleading, he was not going to give her the satisfaction of a quick release. No, he was going to make her enjoy every agonizing second of their love making.

By the way Rebecca moved her hips, she wanted him to go fast, hard, deep. But the German only obliged on one of these counts. Wilhelm started to bring himself out of Rebecca, before slowly pushing himself fully inside her once more, until he was unable to go any deeper, less they start sharing molecules. All the while, he kissed her deeply, passionately, his left hand grabbing her right hip and squeezing it firmly with each thrust as he struggled for control, his left hand gently clutching her face as he kissed her. Every so often, Wl broke away from their kiss to utter a single phrase, a word full of tenderness, but also one of sheer exquisite pleasure: “Rebecca.”

Rebecca had wrapped her legs around Wilhelm’s waist, tilting her hips so with each thrust he went deeper and closer to hitting her core. Her mind and body screamed as their lips clashed. Their kisses were a wanton passion by now, Rebecca used her teeth to bite, her tongue to thrust and her lips to bruise.

Over and over Wilhelm plunged his hardness inside her, each time moving that slight bit faster, each time plunging that bit harder. With another man Rebecca would have cum a hundred times over now but with this man he controlled her body as if he owned it. Everytime she felt so close to a release, he shifted position or pressed his fingers elsewhere on her body to take the focus away for the split second needed for the chance to pass.

Sweat covered her body as her fingers dug harder against Wilhelm’s back. Each time her lips parted from his a sob left her chest as she begged him over and over. She didn’t understand why he didn’t finish it now. Why did he bring her to such a high only to end up denying. Frustration raised in her mind and body as her fingers echoed this by raking her nails down his back for a second time. The only way she knew how to vent was to break the kiss and scream out loud, “Wilhelm!!!! Please!!! Oh god!!! Now!!!!”

It was too much for Wilhelm; discipline or no, love or no, passion or no, all he could think about right now was the primal need to possess Rebecca, to own her body, to hear her scream at the top of her lungs and beg for his own release inside her. His pace quickened, his thrusts going deeper, the sound of their hips meeting only encouraging his speed and pressure. The grip he had on her hip was surely hard enough to bruise her as he fought to not explode just yet. He broke the kiss just long enough for one simple question:

“Do you want me inside you?” he asked, almost demanding an answer, his voice hoarse from his own set of grunts and gasps and saying Rebecca’s name in growls.

Rebecca cried out as she could only comprehend that Wilhelm had spoken but didn’t understand why. Her body buckled hard as she matched his hard and fast rhythm with each stroke of him inside of her. Her hands had moved back to his shoulders as she gripped them hard, trying to force his body back against hers as her core tightened. “WILHELM!!!!!!!!!!!!”

That was an answer he needed, as his pace quickened even faster, even harder, even deeper. His eyes never left Rebecca’s, as he watched those lovely eyes glazed with lust and need and desperation, her mouth biting her lower lip with such force that for a moment, Wil was sure she would make herself bleed.

He knew he had only seconds left, at best. Still he tried the last, desperate to give her everything he had. Still, he wanted to hear her beautiful voice say the words:

“Do...you...want me...inside...you?” he gasped, clearly about to lose it.

Again Rebecca was conscious of Wilhelm speaking once more but this time the words penetrated the fog in her mind. Her hips buckled as her core begun to throb in preparation of her release. Shaking her head from side to side, her fingers dug in harder to her lover’s shoulder as she forced his face down closer. Leaning up to bridge the last of the gap, her hips plunged upwards at the same moment she managed to gasp out a response. “Wil...helm. Fill. Me.”

That drove him over the edge.

“Oh God...Rebecca...Rebecca...I’m...I’m...gonna…!”

He plunged as deep inside her as he could when he released his burden, his mouth kissing her lips hard as he fought to not cry out. It didn’t work.

“Rebecca!! Oh my God!!!” Wilhelm cried out, his thrusts coming with such earnestness that he was honestly afraid he might hurt her, but his body moved on its own now, desperate to fill her. Her name escaped his lips over and over and over as he emptied himself, until his voice was a ragged hoarse gasp.

As she felt his explosion inside of her, Rebecca buried her face in Wilhelm’s shoulder as she bit down hard to stop herself from screaming again. Her own body reacted as an explosion went off inside of her core, causing stars to flash in front of her eyes as she eventually gave in and just screamed. Her body spasmed over and over, seemingly unending as her lover's seed embedded itself inside of her, filling her womb until she felt it couldn’t take anymore.

At last, spent, Wilhelm’s finally allowed himself to breath, the sounds coming out of his mouth with each intake like the sounds of a wolf growling as his body still spasmed and ached with each throb and squeeze of Rebecca’s insides. His arms refused to hold him any longer, as they finally gave out, and he, as gently as he could, laid on top of Rebecca, their bodies merging into one. Their bodies were sheathed in shiny sweat and Wilhelm’s breathing was ragged and gasping, every so often the only words softly escaping from him next to Rebecca’s ear, “Oh my God.”

Even as Wilhelm’s body collapsed to lie on top of her, Rebecca’s legs moved away from his waist to entwine hard with his legs. Her core tightened one last time as it struggled to hold her lover inside, refusing to let go. The woman’s body still spasmed as the last of her release lingered long after it had gone.

Instead of breathing, Rebecca seemed to pant; not able to catch a breath. It had nothing to do with the weight on her chest but everything to do with the experience she had just had. Even as sensation and awareness started to seep back in, she whimpered before pushing her face into the crook of Wilhelm’s neck; hiding away from the world at large as she wished for this moment to never end.

Wil heard Rebecca’s whimper and realized sheepishly that he was laying his full weight on Rebecca, and quickly propped himself up on his elbows, taking his weight off of the lady.

“Are you alright Schatze**?” He asked, afraid he had hurt her in some way.

Rebecca whimpered at the loss of Wilhelm’s weight pressing her down and also at the loss of his shoulder to hide again. Keeping her eyes closed, her legs tightened to restrain him from pulling away as she allowed her head to fall to one side.

Moments passed before she felt Wilhelm’s hand push her hair away from her forehead. She heard him ask his question again before she finally opened her eyes and looked back up at him. There was a hesitation in her lover’s eyes which confused her. “Yes...I think…”

Wilhelm smiled at her lovingly, and leaned down to kiss her mouth, not the blinding passion of before, but gently, with delicate embrace of their lips. “I’m sorry if I hurt you Rebecca.”

His kiss was similar to her’s earlier, just that gentle brush of lips before he placed his forehead against hers. Just for this moment she wanted to forget everything else, to forget the reserves she had about this and just enjoy it...enjoy Wilhelm. Rebecca smiled a little as she shook her head in response to Wilhelm’s statement. “You didn’t hurt me...why would you think that?”

“I heard you whimper...I thought maybe I had been too...earnest.” he said, one hand cradling her face. He shifted his weight to prepare to move to her side, because at this moment, all he wanted was to hold her against him as tightly as he could.

Rebecca felt a loss as Wilhelm moved away but quickly curled in against his chest as she rested her head under his chin. She couldn’t understand why but she felt vulnerable, she needed the closeness with this man and she was scared to understand why, “Did I?...I’m sorry but I don’t remember...a lot of it is still a haze.”

“It’s alright Rebecca...if it makes you feel better, I’m pretty sure I lost some brain cells when we both released.” he laughed in a low tone.

Her body was warm, incredibly warm, against his, their skin melding together like they were custom made for each other. Wilhelm wrapped his right arm around her, placing his hand on her shoulder and caressing it lightly. His left arm rested against his chest as he laid that hand upon Rebecca’s own. He kissed her forehead.

Rebecca begun to feel an overwhelming tiredness as her eyes threatened to close. “Thank you…” Her words were a whisper as the heat of Wilhelm’s body warmed her cooled skin. His arm locked her close against him as she heard the racing beat of his heart under her ear. Her leg moved to entwine with his, her hand cradled between their chests moved so as her fingers brushed against the hair of his chest, “Can I stay the night?” Although the question might have seemed strange to some, to this woman she was used to leaving once the deed was done. She didn’t know anything else.

Wil smiled and kissed her forehead once more, feather light. “I would have it no other way my dear.” He said softly into her ear. Von Haeften’s own eyelids were beginning to feel heavy.

Under the palm of her hand, Rebecca felt as Wilhelm’s breathing begun to calm. The pattern of the raise and drop of the cavity was soothing as the woman moved her head just a little to press a kiss against the skin. She wasn’t sure why but she didn’t feel the need to fill the silence with verbal words. Her own breathing dropped to copy his as her eyes closed and she slipped into an easy sleep.

Wil saw that she was slipping into deep sleep. He fought his own tiredness for a few seconds, wanting to enjoy every second of her warm body against his own.

She had only promised him one night, and Wilhelm hoped that he could be forgiven to pray that she was going to go against her word by the morning. The thoughts were going through his head as his eyelids fluttered. He managed to squeeze enough strength out of his tired muscles to give one more kiss to Rebecca’s forehead.

“Goodnight Suesse****” he said. and with that, Wilhelm Von Haeften drifted into slumber, Rebecca Williams cradled tightly against him.

To Be Continued...

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*Beloved
**My God
***Sweetheart
****Sweetie


A JP by:

Lieutenant (JG) Wilhelm Von Haeften
Chief Science Officer
USS Galileo

&

Petty Officer 2nd Class Rebecca Williams
Yeoman to the Commanding Officer
USS Galileo

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