Phasing into Orgasm

Hmm, well, I like a sexy story as
much as the next person and I adore the characters of Deanna Troi and William
Riker, but I was a little disappointed that there are very few rougher stories
about them…so, I took matters in my own hands. Deanna’s just too sexy to have a
‘normal’ sex-life.

 

So, please everyone, do me a huge favour and let me know what you think about this story :-D

 

 

Star Trek: The Next Generation: Phasing into Orgasm Pt 1

 

Pairing: R/T

Codes: M/F, F-mast, Voy

 

Whistling joyfully Will Riker made his way to the quarters he shared with his wife, a black gift box in his left
hand, a small bag in the other. He and Deanna had both taken a week off to celebrate their fifth year anniversary and some anniversary it would be, since Deanna had entered the Phase just a month prior.

 

Tonight however, he planned to turn the tables on her. With courtes the their Imzadi-bond he'd been working on arousing her since noon: he'd hidden away in his Ready Room, pretending to have loads of work to do, but instead he'd spent his time reading ancient Terran 'smut' stories, allowing them to arouse him and then sending his desires and lusts to his wife. With her sexdrive she'd been unable to block him out or even be angry and now he was going home for one serious work-out.

 

As soon as the doors opened Deanna flung herself into his arms, pressing her body flush against his. "Imzadi" she breathed, pulling him inside and unbuttoning his shirt as she went. But unlike the previous nights he stopped her by catching her wrists in her hands. "Not tonight Love."

 

Confused she looked at him, stunned into motionless just long enough for him to admire her attire; she had piled her hair up, knowing how he loved the way if fell down when released, and wore a lovely blue gown. Quite different than the dress in his
little gift box. "I've got some surprises for you tonight."

 

She must have sensed the anticipation in him, for passion flared in her black eyes. "Hmm" she murmured "do they involve a tall, entirely too yummy Starfleet captain?"

 

"They might" he winked and put the gift and the bag down on the table. Before Deanna had a chance to pick
either of them up, he captured her mouth with his and drew her into a long, passionate kiss. He traced first her upper, then her lower lip with just the point of his tongue, then smoothly pushed inside to dance with hers, making her moan sensually against him.

 

He could sense her arousal rising even higher as he gently worked her emotions as well. Unable to fight it any longer Deanna started to hump her hips against him, desperately looking for something to quell the fire raging within her. But then, just when she couldn't control herself any longer, Riker moved away and sat down in a chair, expectantly looking up at her. "Imzadi!"

 

But Will only smiled. *What's the
problem Imzadi?*

 

*Like you don't know!*

 

*Then why don't you take care of it?*

 

Her eyes widened almost imperceptibly at his suggestion. Was he saying what she thought he was saying? His smile
widened a little. He was. It wasn't that she hadn't pleasured herself before in front of his eyes, but never had he intentionally led her to that point. It aroused her even more.

 

Taking his challenged --she couldn't fight her hormones anyway-- Deanna slowly began to slide her hands over her body. You have no idea how badly I wanted to do this she thought silently, remembering his mental ministrations throughout the day. Her hands cupped her breasts, lifting her thumbs to caress the hardened nipples that pushed against the silken fabric. A small sigh escaped her and she flicked the nubs a little harder.

 

She traced her hands up to her face and down to her back, swiftly unfastening her dress. She could tell how hard her husband was trying not to show his arousal and laughed silently, quickening her movements. Without further delay she allowed her dress to slide down, her own desire almost too much to fight, if it weren't for the lace string she was wearing she was sure it would've been dripping down her thighs.

 

*Don't you want to join me Imzadi?* She asked, sending him the full force of what she was feeling. He nearly gasped, but managed not to.

 

*Later Love, later*

 

Trailing her hands up her waist she cupped her bare breasts and gently lifted them, offering the full mounds to her husband. *Don't yant ant to taste Will?* He swallowed, she could see it and to add to his discomfort she released one mound and lifted the hand to her mouth, sucking on her index finger before moving it back down and flicking the puckered nipple. *It feels so good* she moaned mentally, kneading her breasts for a little while before dropping her hands to her string.

 

*Want me to take it off?*

 

*Oh yes* Happily she complied, rather pleased to get the soaked fabric away from her sensitive centre. A harsh gasp escaped her as the moistened silk pulled slightly at her outer lips; she was more aroused than she'd thought.

 

Releasing all rational thoughts she trailed her hand through the dark patch of little curls to disappear in the wetness between her thighs. Vaguely she heard her husband groaning as she slid a slender finger through her cleft until it touched her clit. She began to
flick it rapidly, sliding her middle finger inside to bring herself to the release she so desired, her husband completely forgotten.

 

She could sense her release approached and sped up the movements of her hands, bringing the other up to pinch her nipple. Her orgasm was about to burst free when suddenly Will stood next to her and pulled her hands . &q. "No" she whimpered, chiding herself for being so pathetic, but damn it, she needed that release! Riker had been driving her nuts all day.

 

*Look at you* he chided, swiping one finger along the inside of her thigh *you're all sticky. Looks like we'll have to clean that up.* Deanna couldn't manage to do anything but follow him as he pulled her along, her mind still numbed by the abrupt interruption of her pleasure.

 

TBC…