100 Nights of Forbidden Fire

A Door Half Open, A Line Half Crossed

DORIS didn’t mean to stare at him the way she did. She didn’t mean for her pulse to jump or her breath to heat when Thomas Humpkin opened the door and looked at her as if she were someone he shouldn’t want.

But it happened anyway.

The man had aged like danger, a quiet, disciplined danger. Broad shoulders, forearms dusted with dark hair, a jaw sculpted by years of clenched grief. His eyes… those calm storm-gray eyes dragged over her with a mixture of shock and something else he immediately tried to hide.

“Doris,” he said, voice rougher than she remembered. “You look… different.”

“You mean older,” she murmured, stepping in.

His gaze sharpened.

“Much older.”

There it was— that flicker, that split-second flash he tried to bury under niceties and distance. She caught it, and he knew she caught it. The air grew tight.

Her mother had always trusted Thomas with her, especially during the years she was gone more than home. Thomas had been the steady presence. The safe place. The man who cooked for her when she stayed late studying, the one who dropped her at school when her mother forgot.

Safe. Dependable. Off-limits.

So why did he look at her now as if her presence burned?

She dragged her suitcase through the hallway, her eyes following him, studying his silent tension.

“You kept the house exactly the same.”

“Routine helps,” he said, and she could hear the heaviness behind the words. His wife, her mother had been gone five years now. The house still felt like a shrine to the life he lost.

“You take care of everything but yourself,” she whispered.

He shot her a sharp look, one that wasn’t angry but warning.

“Don’t analyze me, Doris.”

“Why not?” she asked softly, stepping closer than she should. “You did it to me for years.”

His breath stilled.

She didn’t mean it accusingly. She meant it truthfully, he had always watched her carefully, protected her more than he admitted, stepped in when no one else did.

Now she saw something new in the way he watched her.

They reached her old bedroom. He set her suitcase down and kept his distance, as if the doorway were a line he shouldn’t cross.

“You will stay here,” he said, voice strained. “Just until you figure out your next step.”

She nodded. “Thank you.”

He turned to leave, but she stepped into his path before she could stop herself.

“Thomas.”

He froze.

She searched his face, his shadows, the lines etched by years of holding too much in. She had always admired him. Trusted him. Wanted his approval, wanted him to see her.

Now he did, and too much.

“You are avoiding my eyes,” she whispered.

His chest rose slowly.

“Doris… don’t.”

“Don’t what?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. “Don’t notice? Don’t talk to you the way you talked to me when I was younger? Don’t ask why you keep looking at me like that?”

He finally met her gaze.

It was a mistake.

Something hot, unspoken, forbidden flickered through his expression, something he immediately fought back.

“You are not a child anymore,” he said tightly.

“I know.”

“And that is the problem.”

The words landed between them with dangerous weight.

She stepped even closer, close enough to smell the faint cedar on his shirt, close enough that his breath caught.

“Why is it a problem?”

Thomas swallowed hard. She had never seen him unsettled. He was always controlled, always steady. But right now, he looked like a man standing on the edge of something he shouldn’t want.

“Doris,” he whispered, “you don’t understand how wrong this is.”

“Everyone would think it is wrong,” she corrected softly. “But what do you think?”

His jaw clenched. A muscle ticked. His hands curled into fists at his sides, as if physically restraining himself.

“Stop,” he said, but it wasn’t a command, it was more like a plea.

“Well tell me to go,” she challenged. “Tell me to pack my things and leave. Tell me you don’t want me here.”

He went still. Completely still.

She waited.

Thomas’s eyes dropped to her mouth before snapping back up in a panic he couldn’t hide fast enough.

“Doris…” His voice was hoarse, almost pained. “I’m trying to protect you.”

“From what?” she breathed.

He closed his eyes, jaw rigid.

“From me.”

Her heartbeat thundered.

He stepped back abruptly, putting space between them like a man fleeing temptation.

“We will talk later,” he said, voice unsteady. “Dinner. Seven.”

He left quickly, too quickly as if the house might swallow him if he stayed another second.

Doris stared at the empty doorway, feeling her blood race, her breath shake.

He wasn’t indifferent.

He wasn’t distant.

He was fighting something he didn’t dare name.

And she intended to break every last wall he had left.

***

It was fifteen minutes past seven pm, Thomas had already set the table for a quiet dinner. It was a simple one, a real simple one. He dashed out of the kitchen with a jug of water and still found Doris's seat empty.

‘What was wrong?’ he thought, and raised his voice to call.

There was no answer.

He didn't panic, neither did he call again. He simply dropped the jug and climbed upstairs, heading for her room.

As he neared her room, he heard sounds, no… moans. Yes, quiet moans coming from the room. He stopped abruptly, turned to leave but couldn't, and so he quietly walked to the door, it was half open. He peeped in.

Right there on the bed was Doris, she was stark naked, lying on the bed and m**********g with a toy. Thomas watched her. She was so calculating and slow in what she was doing, gliding the toy in and out of her, in slow intense moves.

Thomas didn't move, nor stir, nor make any sound. He just stood and watched. And before he knew it, his manhood was already standing.

“Don't just stand there and stare,” her voice cut through him like a hot knife would do to butter, “come on in,” she finished.

His breath hitched. His solid member began controlling him, and he found himself going in through the door and walking up to her on the bed.

The minute he got to her, she grabbed him and they both fell on the bed, their lips met and they began kissing. Doris chuckled as they kissed, their tongues rolling against each other, their bodies sinking into each other, he could feel the heat of her bare body, her breasts, everything on him.

Still kissing, they sat up, and were now kneeling on the bed. Thomas’s hands roamed her body, while she struggled with his trousers, trying to reach out for his c**k. When she did, she slipped it out and began giving it steady slow strokes. It was so long and rigid.

He gently cupped her supple petite breasts and straight, it went into his mouth, licking and sucking it whole, tracing it all over with his tongue.

She chuckled.

“I thought you were trying to protect me from yourself,” she laughed.

Thomas said nothing, but just concentrated on the sucking, while she still stroked him, taking off his shirt.

He left her breasts and back to her mouth, they continued kissing. As they kissed, they moaned. He spanked her on the face, still kissing. Her hand was still on his c**k, stroking up and down.

After minutes of pleasure, she began tracing him down his body with her tongue, until she stopped at his d**k, and she took him in her mouth. He moaned. She began sucking him, slowly from the cap, and inch by inch down to the balls.

Thomas moaned, reaching out for her ass, he grabbed that firm petite ass in his large hands.

Doris continued sucking.

The pleasure surged through his body, sending sensations through him, and when he couldn't take it anymore, he stood on his feet, right on the bed and made her continue sucking, holding onto her hair and pushing her mouth in and out of his c**k. Down to her throat, she sucked him, choking and moaning.

It soon took another turn, as he placed his right hand on her head and his left on her neck, and then began thrusting in and out of her mouth at a faster pace, then he slowed down and pulled out.

He roughly pushed her and she fell on her back, laughing. Pulled her towards him, and slowly glided into her p***y, slowly and gently. She moaned. He began f*****g her. He f****d and f****d, raised up her legs and spread it apart, giving him easy passage for deeper entry. Her c*m soon simmered all over his d**k as he glided in and out.

“Ahhhhhhhh! Fuuuuuck Kk!” She screamed.

He was going so deep that she forcefully pulled herself out and turned over, gasping for breath as she did. He spanked her ass and laid on the bed behind her, entering her again from behind, quickening his pace, their skins slapping against each other as they moved in rhythm.

“Ahhh!” She screamed. Thomas was really a good fucker.

“Come on, you prompted this. Give me that ass,” he said in between moans, thrusting faster and deeper. Doris moaned.

He slowly stopped to give her breathing space, as she was panting heavily. He brought his head down to her lips and they kissed, a long alluring kiss.

After the kiss, he fell with his back on the bed, trying to catch his breath too.

“Come f**k daddy,” he said and she sat up, crossed her legs over him and slowly pushed his long member inside of her, gasping as it entered inch by inch. Then she began f*****g him, twisting and moving her waist up and down, savoring the intense pleasure.

“Nasty girl, f**k daddy,” he whispered.

“Ahmmm!! Mm mm mm,” she went on f*****g, her ass vibrating vigorously.

Her breasts dangled on his face as she f****d him, and he roughly pushed one into his mouth, sucking.

She f****d him so hard that the bed began shaking. He spanked her ass and she slowed down.

“You’re good, baby,” he said and got up, now kneeling on the bed, he entered her again from behind, held her hands to the back and made her lean forward, then he began slamming more deeper and deeper, sending her screaming into the night. The bed was really shaking.

“Oh my!!” She kept on screaming.

Soon, he got tired, and he fell flat on the bed with his back, panting heavily. She fell beside him too, also panting. They caught their breaths for a few minutes and he charged up again.

“f**k me with your tongue again,” he said.

She sat up, tying her hair in a bun.

“You naughty daddy,” she chuckled as she crossed her legs over him, gave him her ass and took his c**k in her mouth. “f**k me with your tongue too,” she said.

Thomas smiled.

“Uuuu,” he exclaimed and stuck out his tongue, and began sucking her p***y, tracing every fold with his tongue and deeper into her honeypot. While down there, she sucked his c**k, his balls and all.

They went on like that for thirty minutes, and she came off him. He made her lie on her face, her ass to him, prepared to slam in again. She held tightly onto the sheets, impatient to have that long solid member of his inside her again.