Ask her to use her mouth?

John is amazed at how talented T'Pol is with her hand, assuming she didn't have much experience with handjobs. It felt amazing as she pumped him fast for a while, then loosened her grip briefly to rub his swollen cock head. He knew he could cum at any moment, but he was so horny, he wanted it to go further.

"Could you use your mouth a little?" he asked.

T'Pol stopped her hand and turned to look at him, an eyebrow slightly raised. "You wish me to stimulate you orally? Am I not doing this properly?"

"Oh, no," John said. "You are, but I don't know, it's the virus I guess. I just think it would go quicker if you used your mouth too."

T'Pol hesitated momentarily, but then her hand began to slowly stroke him again. She slid her body down further beside his so that her head was leaning in close to his dick. Then she opened her mouth and took a few inches of his hard cock into her mouth. Her warm mouth felt amazing! And when she tightened her full lips around his shaft he actually began to cum. She kept her mouth there briefly, and slid it slowly up to his swollen head and then down a few inches again, before moving up and off his cock. She pumped his cock slowly with her hand as he moaned loudly and came hard. T'Pol licked a little semen off her lips, and stared at his cock as she continued to milk it.

When he finished finally, she let go of his still rock-hard cock and cleaned him off with a cloth.

"Yes, that was very fast," she said. "Do you feel any better?"

"Yes," he replied. "I think so." The orgasm had felt amazing of course, but he actually could start to feel some sensation coming back into his body and legs. After a few minutes, he was able to move again, but it was decided it would be best if he remain in bed for a few hours.

T'Pol nodded and tried to go back to her research on what was causing this phenomenon, but it was obvious to John that she wasn't get much accomplished. In typical Vulcan fashion however she would not give in and would not deign to ask for help or complain about the fever. John watched her work however, she she was fidgeting and sweating profusely. Her erect nipples stuck out through the wet material of her skimpy undershirt. She would stop now and then and wipe the sweat from her forehead and neck, and every once in a while her hand would linger on her chest above her breasts. Then she would shake her head and try to get back to work studying the cause of the fever.

John fell asleep soon after and had a short, deep, dreamless sleep. He awoke about two hours later. T'Pol was no longer at the table. She was sitting on her cot, breathing heavily, legs crossed underneath her, attempting to meditate. She noticed him awaken.

"How are you feeling?" she asked.

"I'm alright," he said, sitting up. Truth be told he was hornier than ever, and the sight of her sitting there, drenched in sweat made his hard cock throb. "How about you?"

She looked pained. "I am not faring well," she said. Her body was trembling.

"Maybe..." John said. "Maybe you should, you know, relieve yourself too."

"No!!" she said, losing control for a moment. "This is a fever of the mind. The mind can be controlled. I should be able to control these... urges."