Author's note: This chapter takes a little steamy turn which altered the story's rating but could only go in 'limited directions' given her medical condition. It is written mainly for Tess 45 and another one-eyed fan and is deliberately explicit. Please do not read if you are likely to be offended. It will not be to everyone's taste and contains some non-consensual elements.
"Hmm, such as?" she asked as he began to trace kisses down her neck. She wondered what fantasies might lie behind those large, sexy eyes.
"Perhaps I will make something gooey where I can lick the chocolate off your face where you have it smeared." Mischievously he traced around her lips with the tip of his tongue. Barbara shivered and Tommy kissed her properly.
"Ooh, I like that one," she said closing her eyes and enjoying the sensation as he kissed her face, "I thought you said we should stop."
Tommy continued to kiss her finding a sweet spot under her jaw that made her purr. His hands caressed her back in long, slow strokes from her neck down her spine and stopping in the small of her back. "In a while. I am enjoying imagining our date. Tell me what other things we are going to do."
"After dinner it would be warm where you had lit candles and placed them all round your lounge room. You would have a sheen of perspiration that made your skin glow and I would be sitting in your lap trying to make you cool by doing this."
Barbara began to undo his shirt again. This time Tommy did not stop her. Her touch was so light across his chest that all he could feel was the nerve endings coming alive forcing him to inhale sharply. It was a hazardous game they were playing because he did not want to stop but he knew he had to soon. But not just yet! Tommy slid his hands under her top and continued his caresses. Her hands mirrored his strokes on his back and Tommy pulled her close. "Am I hurting you?" he whispered.
"No."
"And the soft touch of your fingers would make me pull you close and kiss you furiously."
The feel of his heart beating against her chest as they kissed was both comforting and arousing. She rubbed her chest against his so he knew how he had affected her. He paused momentarily then kissed her tenderly. Barbara sensed it was his prelude to pulling away. She was not ready for that. She wanted to prolong the pleasure of exploring each other's bodies. This was Tommy in her hands. It was Tommy who was finally kissing her with a skill and passion she had not imagined possible. He nibbled his way from her left ear to her right and down the line of her collarbone. Each kiss raised goosebumps. Although her gallbladder had brought them together she cursed it for also keeping them apart. She wriggled closer to see if she had affected him.
"And I would tell you how much that excited me," she whispered before she sucked his earlobe.
He groaned softly as she moved against him. He had tried hard to ignore his rather natural but particularly strong reaction. He kissed her again. It was long and slow, exploring her reactions and enjoying feeling her close. He was careful not to move in case he hurt her but she was moving quite freely against him. It was erotic and dangerous. "We would lie back on the lounge and explore each other," he breathed.
"Then I'd suggest we move in here," she replied as she rolled onto her back. The hand that had been rubbing her back was pulled around and now rested temptingly on her breast.
Tommy wanted to move it away but his fingers had a mind of their own and started to play. "I'd carry you in my arms, kissing you very softly."
He watched her carefully. Barbara smiled and nodded. The sleeve of his pyjamas slipped off his shoulder and tangled. He knelt up and shrugged it off and flung it unceremoniously towards the window. It was only then that he realised the curtains were open. A moonbeam from a near full moon peaked out from behind a cloud and fell across the bed lighting up Barbara's face. She was watching him intensely with deep longing and that committed love he had wanted so much to see. "I love you so much Barbara. This is killing me. We should stop," he groaned.
Barbara's answer was to start removing her shirt. "We'd start to slowly remove each other's clothes."
As she lifted it over the dressing Tommy was acutely reminded that he needed to behave. Despite this his hands helped her out of the top and the moonlight fell onto two glorious peaks that tightened harder as he began to caress her. His lips ached to kiss every inch of her and he carefully bent down and started to kiss her face. He traced a path across her forehead, eyes, nose, ears, and down her neck. Barbara cooed her pleasure and dug her nails into his back when he found an erogenous spot. Tommy took a note for later. He slowly moved down and ran his tongue in decreasing circles around her breast until he reached his target. His lips closed around it and sucked slowly. Barbara groaned and wriggled when he flicked it repeatedly and nipped gently with his teeth.
Barbara was not entirely inexperienced but no one had ever made love to her before. This was so different to a few drunken fumbles from over excited young men only interested in their own pleasure. Tommy was worshipping her and she was responding. She had imagined being shy and ashamed; nervous and inhibited but instead she was free and open. She wanted to explore every sensation with him and hear him cry out in satisfaction. She wanted to run her hands and her lips across his body and watch as he smiled ecstatically. She wanted to smell the murkiness of his skin as it flushed with desire and taste the salty sweat that would pool on his chest. She wanted all of him to be hers alone; mind, body and soul.
"And then I would do this," she said as she grabbed the elastic of his pyjamas and pulled.
Tommy gasped when her hand encircled him. He tried to kneel up and break free but she gripped him hard and began to slowly slide her hand up and down his full length. The warmth radiated through him. He was torn between his carnal pleasure and his need to make love to Barbara. He was not used to or expecting a reversal of roles. "Oh stop it, please," he groaned, "that feels too good when we can't take it further."
Barbara had limited options but she wanted to make love to Tommy. She wanted him to know that his pleasure was her pleasure. She also felt powerful. She could determine how this progressed and she wanted to watch Tommy's face as he responded to her touch. She could feel his blood pumping when she squeezed and released pressure as she continued to stroke him. Tommy pulled away and fell onto his back with his feet dangling over the end of the bed. "Thank you but no, not until we can both be satisfied."
Barbara knelt up and shifted on the bed. "I love you Tommy."
"Oh Barbara, I love you too," he said as watched her flushed skin shine in the moonlight. He closed his eyes contentedly but they flew open when her tongue replaced her hand. He would stop her but he lent up in his elbows to watch, just for a moment or two, as she ran her tongue from the base of his shaft to the tip. He had not really thought about it but he had never imagined Barbara would be so adventurous in bed. She was doing this for him but he could tell she was enjoying it too. His guilt was eased slightly. Helen and Deborah had never entertained the idea. Making love to them had been much harder work and yet he knew they had much more experience than Barbara. He reached out and gently stroked her head. "Thank you. It's wonderful but you should stop."
"I don't want to stop," she said firmly, "I want to take you somewhere magical."
Barbara was kneeling on the floor making sure she was protecting her wound. This was new ground for her and she had no real idea of what she was doing other than what she had gleaned from a few cheap novels. She was thinking of it as an ice cream cone and placed her hand back around the base to hold him steady while she used long broad, twisting licks to tease and excite him. Some ice creams were so cold they burned but Tommy burned with a fire that created heat deep within her.
"Oh God!"
Barbara smiled at his cry then ran her tongue around and around exploring the smooth curves while her hand pulled the skin up and down over his ridges. She enveloped him in her mouth. Tommy sank back onto the bed and groaned deeply as she slowly moved. She knew from the way his tip pulsed and the slight increase in girth that he was enjoying it despite his protests which had now faded to accepting grunts. His reaction excited her. To know she was causing this reaction excited her more. She was wet and swollen and she ached to have him touch her. If she were able she would have let this turn differently, she would be enjoying feeling him moving deeply inside her. Her wound prevented that but made this all the sweeter.
Tommy was torn between his belief that he should be making love to her and the magnificence of what she was doing to him. He had imagined that he would be the one to give her pleasure; drive her wild and let her lose control. He wanted that. He wanted to be the one who did that for her and then have them work together to explode in some mutual orgasmic wonderland. He wanted to show her he loved her.
When she took him into her mouth the warmth and the wetness alone was not enough but knowing it was Barbara, his no nonsense partner, who was using her take no prisoners approach in such an erotic way nearly tipped him over the edge. He tingled from head to toe. He was close, ever so close to losing control when she stopped. As she moved her mouth away he groaned, not with pleasure but at the loss. He looked up; she was smiling at him with her green eyes shining and a look of total adoration on her face.
"Let me love you Tommy."
His words from earlier had been reflected back with new meaning but he understood. Barbara wanted to show him she loved him just as he had wanted to show her. She was gifting something to him that went far beyond pleasure.
"Yes, oh God yes Barbara."
He continued to watch as Barbara lowered her head. He expected her to resume her ministrations but instead she rolled his left testicle around with her tongue. Tommy groaned as it tightened. He was not sure he could take any more. "Please Barbara!"
She used her hand to replace her tongue and gently massaged him. He squeaked in a high pitched voice well outside his normal baritone. She watched him twitching and doubted she could prolong this any more. She closed her mouth over him and with agonizingly slow movements took him deeper and deeper into her.
Tommy surrendered to her physically and spiritually. It was sex but it was so much more. For the first time ever Tommy felt worshipped and truly loved. He tried as long as he could to watch her but then sank back and let the ripples of pleasure become waves and finally torrents. He heard himself crying out and he heard her answering groans. Every cell in his body felt alive and focused on just one thing - his love for this incredible woman.
Barbara had not known that it was possible to climax without any physical contact. It was, and it was wonderful. It was not the same intense physical cramping but a far softer tightening that only slightly pulled at her wound. It was unexpected but as she felt the intensity of Tommy fill her throat, the intensity of his love filled her heart and sent those glorious sensations through her.
Tommy lay back panting and repeating how much he loved her as Barbara licked away the last evidence of the moment. Tommy shuffled up the bed onto his pillow and wordless extended his hand. Barbara climbed up beside him and nestled into his arms. They lay together silently as they recovered their breath.
"Thank you," he said after a few minutes, "I have never had anything like that before. Never. Nothing close."
"My pleasure."
"You freed me Barbara. I just wish I could do the same for you." He snuggled closer making sure he did not touch her wound.
"You did." Tommy's eyes went wide when she explained. He kissed her lovingly then whispered something in her ear. Barbara smiled. "We could try." Tommy shuffled down the bed taking her pyjamas with him as she rolled onto her back. It was going to be a long and memorable night.
