Kate had tried to subdue her moan for the past forty five minutes now and it wasn't working because she was on cloud nine. She had clenched her hands to her bedspread, pulled it and willing to tear it apart as Tony buried his head between her convulsing legs, giving her cunnilingus. She smacked her lips, rolled out her tongue and wriggled over the bed in sweet-hurt ecstasy. When they thought their time together was going to be eternal then came a bashing knock on the door, "Kate! Kate! The voice yelled.
Like the quenching noise of the train, came a pause to Kate's moan as they both flinched from each other, pacing round the room confusedly unable to fathom what course of action to take because the window suddenly became stiff to open for him to escape as usual. They whispered on the next line of action since they were up a creek without a paddle.
