Author's notes: Thank you all so much for your reviews so far.
.
Breeze
.
The exceptional kiss at the kitchen table had turned even hotter, though it still was tender and still full of longing. Tommy held her safely in his arms, fingers spread on her back, preventing her to fall, and Barbara buried her hand in his dark hair, caressing his nape, tickling his ear, holding onto his shoulder, her mind drifting away on his kiss.
"Barbara..." he mumbled onto her lips before he held her a tiny bit away from him to look into her eyes. "I want to make love with you again."
She smiled. "What about dinner?"
He did not answer. After a few seconds in which he dived into the green pools of her eyes he pulled her to his lips again.
"Extensive. Slow. Tender. Like you deserve it." he whispered between small kisses, ignoring her question. "Now. Right now."
She kept her eyes closed while she answered. "It may be news to you but leaving aside the fact that I'm still quite hungry I actually have no reasonable objections."
"You having no objections indeed is very new to me. And guess... I have some sort of hunger too." He chuckled and they continued their kiss.
Breathless after a few moments Barbara murmured: "Eventually you should take advantage of this situation, Sir, shouldn't you?!"
"I should indeed. So... I suggest to go upstairs. I don't want to... umm... not here... in the kitchen..." He loved how she dreamed herself through his eyes straight into his soul and even forgot to blush. But he did.
"Mh." She pulled his face close again. Barbara thought that she actually would do it everywhere with him. Even on the floor in the laundry room with nothing between them and the cold tiles but their dirty bed sheets. She kissed him firmly.
When Tommy grinned against her lips, making every deepening of that kiss impossible, she noticed that she had thought aloud. Now she blushed.
"Not yet, Barbara. First I have to spoil you to make up for... err..."
"...for?"
"For that... well, you know... that tempest-tossed rush at the backrest... I mean... I should've..." Barbara stopped his ramblings.
"Oh, rubbish, Tommy. It was... wonderful." She cupped his cheek and caressed his lips with her thumb. "Wonderfully differently wonderful." Another wave of redness rolled across her face. "The best urgent quickie I've ever had. Now could you please let me sit up? My neck's startin' to ache..."
Ignoring the only partly eaten casserole and the dishes on the kitchen table they went upstairs. It was a journey of its own. First Tommy dragged Barbara with him then he turned in front of her and facing her also grabbed her other hand. With a smile he pulled her into his chest and kissed her again. Her grip on his hands turned into a firm squeeze when Barbara had to release some of her pleasure. She stood on tip toes and darted her tongue deeper into his mouth. She could not help it but everytime he kissed her, and now that they were alone and she knew of the pleasures he could give her she felt it even more, she felt a desire stirring in her stomach she had not experienced before. When he bowed down to give back some of the desire she offered him she lost her balance and chuckling Tommy encircled her waist to protect her from stumbling backwards.
"I'll catch you." he whispered and whirled her around. Lifting Barbara up from the ground by pulling her in a close embrace he climbed the first steps with her pressed against his chest until they reached the intermediate landing. Instead of turning and going on upwards he let them crash into the wall. With a distinct push of his hips against hers he carefully crashed her against the wooden panel thus eliciting a lustful moan from her lungs. Barbara immediately blushed.
"You...!" she purred before his lips closed her mouth.
"You feel so good!" he uttered while they slowly slid down the wall.
They shared a few more wet breathy kisses, with her hands in his back and his fists clenching the cloth of her T-shirt, before they stopped the slide.
"We really should go on upstairs, Barbara." Tommy croaked behind her ear.
"Mmmh." Her lips were at his neck now leaving wet traces.
"I want to cherish you on soft pillows, my love." His softly spoken words sent a shiver down her spine and woke her from her entrancement on his skin. They looked into each other's eyes for a few endless moments until Barbara hoarsely asked him to lead the way.
They managed to climb the rest of the stairs and stopped shortly after stepping through the door to the bedroom. Barbara first, Tommy right behind her back.
Agape Barbara looked around. It was a cosy bedroom with two small cross-bar windows decorated with modern plain coloured curtains, walls lightly painted, a few horse paintings, timber framework under a pitched roof, dark polished furniture, a huge and obviously ages old four-poster bed with starched white linen bed sheets under a modern plain coloured bedspread, already folded back, and with what seemed thousands of soft feather-filled pillows. But the most romantic thing was that the room was lit by candles alone; lit by multiple candles in coloured glasses standing on almost every plain surface.
Barbara's heart beat fast while Tommy's soft voice murmured into her ear that he had ventured to call the housemaid so she could prepare the cottage. That had been the reason why the downstairs sofa had been tidy and the fire was ready to be lit again as well as all the candles here in the bedroom.
"And while you were in the bathroom I ran up here and lit them without you noticing it." His breath tickled her earlobe. "I'm sorry that I forgot the romantic music..."
Barbara leaned back into his suddenly bared chest. How did he always do that?
"I don't care." she whispered and swayed her back across him. "Just listen to the wind outside."
The span of his fingers softly laid on her waist and his nose lightly sniffed a breathy trace across her neck. Barbara had to close her eyes.
"Listen to the rain washing against the window."
Open mouthed Tommy placed a wet kiss on her neck.
"Hear the storm rustle the branchlets of the plants outside." Her voice had turned hoarse and laden with desire.
He shoved her T-shirt upwards and lifting her arms she left the warmth of his chest just as long as it took him to pull the garment off. The feeling of his skin on hers was sensational and made her stop breathing for a few heartbeats.
"Mmmh..." A glowing log of the fire downstairs broke and crackled. "...hear the wind softly hummin' through the chimney, givin' the dyin' fire a soft blow so it sizzles, disturbed in its sleep before it lays back down again?"
He blew a soft breath across her shoulder and softly bit her flesh. Barbara audibly exhaled for that pleasurable little pain before he soothed the bite with a warm lingering kiss. She had to work hard to regain her voice before she could carry on whispering.
"...'n' the crackin' ol' wood of the rafters 'bove us." She only mumbled now, leaning her head back onto his shoulder and Tommy's lips nibbled at her earlobe.
"...'n' d'you catch the faint sound o' the sailin' boats' masts jinglin' in the harbour basin down at the coast?" She herself could hear nothing anymore but the steady sound of his breath behind her ear.
"Yah, I got it." His lips sealed her auricle with a kiss, his tongue tracing the contours of her tragus thus making her shiver.
"It's the sea fairies playing a song for us, Barbara." he silently talked into her ear. For a while both just stood there listening to the sounds of the stormy weather outside and their breaths filling the room, their tiny inhaling and exhaling sounds and the sounds of their lips leaving wet traces on each other's necks... cheeks... chins... lips.
"And I love to hear your wonderful voice whispering those sweet things." Tommy whispered and softly pressed his groin into her back.
"Mmmh..."
"It's making sweet wonderful things with me."
"You are making sweet wonderful things with me!" This was no accusation at all. Au contraire.
"I know." Tommy smiled. "I can see the hairs on your arms raise when I tickle you behind your ear with my tongue like this... and unclasp that naughty black satin... thing... that bloody..."
Having some difficulties with her bra he cursed under his breath before his lips were at her ear again.
"Don't mock me, Barbara." he gently bit her earlobe. "I feel your body shaking with your chuckles against my chest... Oh, and I've heard your hiss that my hands... mmh, Barbara, you feel wonderful."
His hands had cupped her breasts, his thumbs played with her taut peaks which had made Barbara sharply inhale. After that she turned her head to reach his lips with hers again, exchanging a soft lingering kiss, trying to let him feel how wonderful he made her feel with his caresses. Tommy still was right behind at her back, skin on skin, her hands reaching for him wherever she could. His hands lazily went lower and his voice turned into a mere breeze against her auricle.
"I can hear your deep breathings... you like that, hm? ... when I touch the skin of your belly... like this... And I hear your heart beat faster when I-"
Tommy gasped in surprise when his hands that had reached under the waistband of her pyjama bottoms had found her naked hips.
"I hear your gasp when you discover that I wear-" Barbara whispered but was cut short.
"No knickers!" he exclaimed and shoved the trousers down her hips and to the floor. With a suggestive grin in his voice he added "Miss Havers, you're a naughty woman!"
"Actually I found that there was no need of putting them oooh... oh!" Now Barbara gasped in delight when his hands were placed on her thighs letting the thumbs play along the bikini line.
"Turn!" Tommy growled, so she stepped out of her pyjama bottoms and turned into his embrace.
.
...