Author's advise: One should not read my M-stories in the public lounge of an airport! ^.^

Her Way

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Tommy threw away the rose and shoved the shirt higher to place his face on the warm skin under her breasts.

"Get that shirt off." he ordered in a hushed voice. "It's not yours anyway."

She obeyed.

Then she felt his tongue flicking across the peak of her breast.

"Tommy!" She sucked in some air.

He loved to hear her saying his name that way.

His hands now seductively massaged her bum cheeks and his lips and tongue were all over her breasts. Having his arms still around her body his fingers slowly reached between her legs from behind.

"Tommy!" she hissed once more sensing his touch near her center. She had to close her eyes.

"Sh!" he breathed onto the skin under her breast though hearing her hissing his name produced an exceedingly excited feeling in his groin. He wanted to feel her best hidden parts. He wanted to touch her most intimate area.

Her brain tried to hold up a last futile sign of decency but was shoved away by a more intense and much deeper emotion. She wanted to feel him there.

With one hand he gently pulled her leg up and placed her foot onto the bed next to his thigh. He gently caressed her hip with this one hand but Barbara nearly did not recognise it since his other hand was placed on the inner side of her other thigh from behind, dangerously close to the damp that was building where her inner tension was strongest now. Her lids went shut and her lips were pressed tight. Her anticipatingly ragged breathing through her flaring nostrils was audible and invited Tommy to definitely go on. He had seen this face of checked contentment once before.

She had to steady herself. The grip of her hands on his shoulders tightened.

With a slow curiosity he started to explore.

Barbara held her eyes closed. She would not have seen anything anyway. Her sight would have been blurred because of the magical expedition he did with his fingers.

Tommy kept his fingers for some time at some distance from her softest parts. He just let them caress the sensitive skin where one only just call it her thigh. Barbara felt her inner muscles preparing for what was to come. Every inch of her skin he had caressed had been left burning when he accidentally touched her on an even more intimate part, when he let his fingers deliberately inadvertently brush her outer folds.

He rightly interpreted the sound she had made as an invitation and the first slow stroke he placed on her wettest part elicited a somewhat amazed "Oooh!" from her lungs.

It was not the last sound and it was not the last stroke. His fingers all played independent from each other but still as an ensemble that caressed and teased first at her entrance and then in her most secret cave. The strokes and thrusts he favoured her with were highly elaborated and he increased the efforts with his fingers until she finally cramped around them and moaned.

She pressed her hands into his shoulders and convulsed forward. Her knees buckled and before she would slid down onto the ground Tommy skidded deeper onto the bed so Barbara could place herself in his lap.

With the feeling of the full length of his excited manhood under her she gave another approving sound. Their lips met when Barbara started shifting in search for more friction and even more closeness. Their tongues fought a playful war and without much effort she let him slide into her. After a few seconds of adjusting they started to gently rock, back and forth, up and down, creating an instinctively controlled rhythm.

His hands laid gently in her back, his fingers were barely touching her spine, only his fingertips hovered slightly across her heated skin. He placed tender kisses onto her front while he allowed her all the space she needed.

She was in control this time. She alone would be the one that dictates how it goes. Sensing this at some point she straightened her body with a self-confidence she had never felt before. She lifted her head, and letting it fall back with pleasure the new angle towards each other allowed them a deeper closeness that brought them even higher.

His face could only reach the soft breasts in front of him, his lips could only reach the hard peaks his tongue was licking. This was her rhythm. This was her pace. A pace slow enough to be tender and heavy enough to build a mutual orgasm.

She was arching back, her hands were clasping his shoulders. She left red scratchmarks there, something she had never done before.

"Aaaah!" She ardently moaned.

His fingers likewise dug into the soft flesh of her hip, pressing her into his groin when he finally shuddered in pleasure and moaned onto the flushed skin of her jugular notch.

After their release Tommy let himself fall back onto the bed. "Gosh!" he whispered.

When he dropped onto his rear side the sudden movement gave her another wave of pleasure. She let go another shuddering moan and he felt another convulsion of her inner muscles. He lifted his hip again and the strokes onto his arousal still inside her let him fulfill her once more.

Their second climax was accompanied by an even louder voicing of her satisfaction, now accompanied by his loud dark groan.

Still a bit aroused but very overexerted Barbara dropped on top of his chest and for a while continued her audibility with some more silent sounds of agreement.

After a few moments of exhaustion in which both recovered from their double climax Tommy shifted and suggested that they should find a more proper way of sleeping because otherwise they would have much pain in the morning.

Barbara smiled dreamily. "Oh, that'll be inescapable anyway..." but crawled under the duvet nonetheless, searching a position with her head on a pillow and her feet at the foot of the bed. Tommy adored the sight of that satisfied smutty smirk around Barbara's lips.

They still searched the closeness of each other and snuggled tired under the covers.

She wears me out. he thought.

"You wear me out, Tommy." she drowsily mumbled.

He gently rearranged Barbara's damp and curly hair out of her face.

"Beautiful." he whispered and kissed her one more time before both fell into a hard-earned sleep.

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Author distributes some icy water. ;-)