Author's notes: Wasn't somebody asking for something like "don't let them until chapter 20"? Was that a wish or a command? :-D


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In the doorframe


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She did not object. She did not and she could not. His lips captured hers tightly.

The kiss was breathtaking so the two participants were quite pumped out when their lips parted.

Tommy nudged his nose onto Barbara's neck.

"Now, Winston is gone, the mobiles are downstairs, it's more than out of office hours, Thwaite won't dare to knock and if so... you'd have to arrest me." Tommy kissed her neck once more, then looked at her seriously.

"Nothing, I repeat: NOTHING! is going to stop me from making love to you now." he stated and made Barbara blush once more by his outspoken words. "Absolutely Nothing! Well, except you saying no, that is."

They shared a deep look, his silently asking permission, hers silently granting it. Both with nearly a decadeful of hidden affection.

He kicked the door open without breaking the kiss he then indulged her with but they kept standing in the door.

Her hands clasped his biceps to steady herself as her upper body was pushed backwards against the doorframe. His hands pulled her hips into his and her arms were wound around his neck, her hands deeply buried in his hair. Their fighting tongues changed playgrounds between his and her mouth.

Unwilling and unable to stop his hands Tommy tucked at her T-shirt - when has her jumper disappeared? he thought.

His lips moved searching to her neck and behind her ear. Barbara tilted her head and started to kiss his neck in return. He gently bit her earlobe and licked it soothingly. Barbara delightedly moaned into his shoulder.

It made her whole body shiver when his hands at last came in touch with the bare skin of her waist. Once again he gently pulled her into him and grazed his fingers up the sides of her chest carrying the T-shirt with them, lifting it up until he had finally revealed her bra-covered breasts.

They stopped kissing and watched each other undressing.

When he had pulled her T-shirt over her head she had slowly unbuttoned his shirt, adoringly raked her hands through his chest hair and then softly blew her warm breath onto it while she continued unbuttoning the lower buttons of his shirt and he nuzzled in the hair on top of her head.

Tommy's knees went weak by the feeling she caused in his abdomen when she reached his waistband where she stopped and nestled at his belt. His fingertips constantly caressed her arms and shoulders which made her shiver in return, his eyes drunk in the sight of her breasts in that silky light red bra with French lace decor.

"Don't be mad at me," he whispered. "but I never would have imagined you wearing something this delicate under your ...functional clothing."


Then he bowed down to her cleavage and placed light kisses onto it.

With eyes closed Barbara let her head fall into her neck. ...and you've not yet seen the rest! she thought bathing in his caressing touches.

His hands reached behind her back and opened her bra, shoving the straps down her shoulders in one skilled movement.

In return she freed his shoulders from his unbuttoned shirt. Both parted as long as it takes to let the garments fall down at their sides.

In a sudden urge to feel his skin on hers she pressed her upper body onto his and wound her arms around his chest. Her soft breasts clung to his muscular hard chest and his chest hair gently rasped over her smooth skin. She looked up to him, expecting his lips on hers. With a low moan he fulfilled her unspoken wish, his hands stroking the full length of her bare back.

With their lips still pressed together and their tongues still entangled they opened each other's trousers, got their flat hands under the cloth and simultaneously shoved them down. With eyes closed they stepped out of the trousers which were pooling around their ankles and carelessly kicked them to the side.

They stood in front of each other with just their panties on. Desperately he covered her face with hot kisses, trailed down her neck and onto her chest again. One big strong hand fully covered her left breast with a gentle squeeze when his mouth found the hardened peak of her right.

Barbara's breathing went unsteady under his touches and even stopped when his tongue circled the tip.

"Oh dear!" she hissed. She had to steady herself again so grabbed his arms.

Tommy's hands went around her chest and down her spine again. It was his target to bury them in the garment over her bum but was positively thrilled to find her bum cheeks naked. He let the string around her waist snatch playfully and grabbed with both hands into her exposed flesh, pulling her hips flush, pressing his still boxer-clad hardness into her still G-string-clad softness.

"I never would have imagined!" he groaned into her mouth.

Their torsos were pressed together, their wanton bodies rocked around in a heated rhythm.

Lips met, mingled and parted in order to kiss, breath and moan at the same time. Their hips desperately searched friction on the other's.

"Stop!" he said, suddenly breaking the kiss, trying to catch his breath.

"What?" she whined. This should not end. They have not yet reached fulfillment, not even nearly. He bloody can't stop now...

"Stop." he repeated still breathless. "This is not right! We shouldn't do it..." He filled his lungs with air and looked up at the ceiling in order to regain just a little composure.


She could not believe it, she did not trust her ears. Hadn't he said...?!


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