<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF0000">Major Tom ‘TT’ Theophilus Peters</span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/0b1c5703-1ec6-4951-9974-ee41ec21aa28_zps54ccd4dc.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Tom enjoyed the feel of Karra’s hot skin under his hands, the softness of the touch, the little tickling of the fluffy little hairs on her body. He had dreamed of it endless times, he had even dreamed of it with wide open eyes in those nights when he lay awake, unable to sleep, knowing that Karra was only one door away, that he had just to get up, open the door, walk over to her and take her, wild and demanding, like he always wanted to take her. His lips found her breast and he started to kiss this round mound of pleasure and seduction. Oh, how he had wanted to do this all those past two years, on those hot august days, when they both couldn’t wait to take of the tunic at his home and he had seen her sweaty top with those rounds pressing through the wet fabric. Or on those cold winter evenings, when Karra had shivered in the icy storm, while they had waited for the car to transfer them to the terminal and he had put his arms around her, holding her tight to warm her, his arm brushing over the underside of her breast. Tom had got addicted to this breast even before he had seen it naked for the first time, but now he didn’t want to let go of it. He wanted to hold it forever, fearing that he may get no other chance to hold and kiss it. <br/><br/>His lips circled around the mound, like some hiker following an unseen trail around the hill to reach the top, unable to reach it directly. He wanted to reach that top, he wanted to press his lips on those dark nipples, suck them into his mouth. He wanted to nibble on them, wanted to hear Karra beg for more, for him, for him to take her. He wanted to hear her frustrated sighs when she couldn’t get him inside of her quick enough and he would torture her with kisses and teasing instead of taking her. Tom wanted to dominate this little wildcat, not because he was the dominating type, although he liked to have total control over somebody, but because he wanted Karra to be helpless in his hands, begging for more and more and getting totally addicted to him. He wanted to see Karra craving for him, for his touches, for his presence and for his lips on her body and his meat inside her. Because then he would be sure, that Karra would never be able to leave him and he wanted to feel assure of Karra. He trusted her words, he trusted her vows, but he wanted more, something unbreakable. He wanted her in dire need of him, unable to live without him. He wanted her to be his kitten.<br/><br/>Tom’s lips had trailed up further on the mound, the smell of Karra’s skin nearly overwhelming him. It was an explosion of scents, southern fruits like mango and peach were dominant on top of it and Tom wondered what shower gel Karra had used in the  morning, until he remembered that she had showered at his place. But it was not his shower gel, she must have brought some with her. He liked the smell of it, but he liked the underlaying scent of her body more. The stress and the fear must have set free all kind of hormones in her and her body had reacted to them, opening the pores of her skin to allow small amounts of sweat to escape. Tom could taste the salty remains on his tongue, but he could smell it too. The wild, untameable nature of Karra showed in her smell. It was there, not dominant under the scent of the shower gel, but undeniable. A mixture of scents that smelled a little like the foggy mountains on a cold autumn morning when the memory of the smoke of the long gone camp fire seemed to be hanging still between the ghostly silhouettes of the trees. A scent full of the wildness and of the promise that you are just a small peck of dirt in this place, unable to ever control it. But like a mountaineer looking up the vertical wall in front of him with undeniable desire to master it and to sit laughing on top of it, Tom wanted to be the one to bath in this scent and to feel good about it, because he knew that it was the scent of the one he had mastered. <br/><br/>Tom’s grip had loosened a little in her back under this overwhelming attack of scents and feels and Karra used it to wriggle herself free of his hold. He hissed angrily, trying to grab her hair again, to control her again, make her his helpless victim, a victim to his touches and his teasing, his masculinity and his desire. She pulled his head up, tearing him out from his trail to reach the alluring top of her breast. He wanted to hiss again but her lips found his and she kissed him wildly, starting to unbutton his shirt. Her bra pressed against his chest and she broke the kiss just long enough to get rid of it and of her shirt, before her mouth found his again. Her hands were desperately trying to remove the layers of fabric between her naked breast and his hot skin, but in the narrow space between their bodies and in her heated impatience she failed totally. Frustrated she let go of his lips and her anger showed in her words.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"Damn it Tom, you have too many clothes on!" </span><br/><br/>Tom knew that if he wouldn’t help Karra now she would rip off his clothes. Grinning he pushed Karra’s unpatient hands away and unbuttoned his tunic. He moved forward to remove it but slipping out of it was hindered again by Karra trying to push his shirt over his head at the same time. Tom laughed and grabbed her hands, placing them on his naked belly.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Leave them there for ten seconds and I am able to undress...or help me and it will take two minutes." </span> <br/><br/>It took only eight seconds but for Karra it was already too long. She didn’t even wait for Tom to lean back again, before she pressed her naked breast against his hot skin and her lips met his. It was really obvious that she wanted him as badly as he wanted her, but it was their first time and Tom wanted to enjoy it as long as it lasted. It wasn’t as if they had something planned for today anyway. The only problem would be to hold Karra back without making her frustrated. Tom decided to let Karra have her will for a while, before he would take over control again.</div>