Free Pure Passion by M. T. Stone, Megan Hershenson Page B

passionate advance once we made the transition to
horizontal.  My intention had been to give him a nice, hot kiss, but now we
were thrashing around in my bed.  He had my head in his hands, but mine were
free to roam and grope.  For years, I had dreamt of his body being over mine. I
tried to drink in the feeling of his weight on me.  I ran my hands along his
sides and attempted to cup my hands around his ass.  Damn! My arms are a
little too short!
    “Do you need me to move up a little so you can reach?” he
teased.
    “Would you?” I asked with a giggle.
    Choking back the words I had always wanted to say, I simply
enjoyed kissing, touching, and feeling Max in my bed.  As he moved up my body
and gave me yet another full, passionate kiss, I felt his wood against me for
the first time.  I can’t believe I turn him on like that!   Even though
we were fully clothed, it felt like a surge of electricity that started at my
core and shot right up my spine.  He slowly moved his hips as we continued to
make out, our tongues hungrily lashing out at each other.  I found myself
moving my hips in unison to his… Oh my god, he’s hitting my clit.   It
felt so incredible.  I wanted him to stop, but I didn’t want the feeling to
end.  So against my better judgment, I wrapped my legs around his, and we
continued to go at each other.
    After a couple more minutes of his rhythmic movements, I
began to shake in a way I’ve never shaken with anyone else before.  A wave of
pleasure burst from the core of my being and washed over me.  I literally felt
as if I was sinking into the bed, falling away from everything that had ever
worried me.  It was my first real orgasm, and it was with Max.  By the way Max
was grunting and throbbing toward the end, I knew I wasn’t the only one with a
mess in my underwear.  But honestly, neither of us cared.
    We were both completely tripping on endorphins as we got up,
finished stripping the bed, and hauled the mattress out to the truck.  Max
seemed impressed by how easily I could handle the mattresses saying, “You’re
pretty strong for a girl.” 
    “Oh, yeah? Well, you’re pretty hot in bed for an old guy,” I
replied. 
    Old? Really?   It was a horrible comeback, but my mind
was completely scrambled.  I was actually impressed that I could even function
so quickly after Max did that to me.    Best of all, it happened in my old
room, in the bed where I dreamt about him being in my life.  I can only
imagine how good it will be naked!
    ~~~

Chapter 9
     
    Lara
    “Sorry, I got a little out of control back there,” Max said,
uncomfortable with my silence as we drove back to the house.
    “Don’t be sorry, Max. I was the one who started it.  My
head’s just spinning a little.”
    “It was fun,” Max replied with his signature smirk.
    “Yes, it was," I replied.
    I knew Max must’ve felt as
if things were moving really quickly, but for me it wasn’t fast enough. 
I had waited for years to be with him and had begrudgingly given up hope long
ago.  Even though it had only been a couple of weeks, I was already completely
vested, and that was a pretty scary feeling. "I like where we are at, Max,
but I don’t want to move too fast,” I said wanting to be the first one to say
what I knew he was thinking.
     “Are you a mind reader? I’m just coming off a bad break-up,
and I don’t want to screw this up.  I really like hangin’ out with you, and I
don’t want it to get awkward since we’re living under the same roof.”
    “That’s exactly what I was thinking.”  But hoped wasn't
true.
    “I really do like you a lot, though.” 
    He looked at me with the most sincere look in his beautiful
blue eyes.
    “That makes me happy, Max,” I answered. God, I want to
have this man's babies!
     
    Max
    Okay. First, I practically molest her in her bed. Now,
I’m professing my feelings for her.  What the hell?  Keep up this pace, and
we’ll be married by fall.  I have to change