Free Release by Rebecca Lynn Page A

into a conflagration.
    “Mmm,” he
murmured when he came up for air.  Within a second, he swooped back in
again, this time devouring her mouth, tugging more forcefully at her hair,
while the arm that caged her to the wall ran down the side of her body then
snaked around her waist and pulled her even more snugly to his erection. 
All the while, he continued to change the angle of his kiss, not allowing her
to breathe.
    Sucking. 
Nibbling.  Consuming her.  She couldn’t think one coherent thought.
    He began to
slowly grind his hips at the exact pressure point that, if continued, would
lead to her coming right then and there.  Her breath hitched while she
spiraled out of control, gasping, then winding her arms around his neck and
anchoring her fingers in his soft hair.  She instinctively began to grind
herself into his erection and could feel herself getting close.  God, he
felt so good.
    As if sensing
she was about to come, he reached his left hand down to knead her ass, while
his other hand found her breast.  He flicked his thumb over her hardened
nipple and began plucking it, pinching.  Then he moved both hands to her
ass, kneading with both hands.  While continuing to kiss her, he bent his
legs, reached down for the hem of her skirt and began lifting it up.
    One hand met the
flesh of her thigh, then her ass cheek, and when he reached around from behind,
he found her very wet thong.  She was burning for him.
    She was so
overcome with sensations, she didn’t register the ramifications of what was
happening.  She just wanted to feel.
    His finger moved
the thong aside, and slid between her folds.  Ryann gasped into his
mouth.  So close.  She was so close.  God, she didn’t think she
could stop herself.
    He held his
finger at her opening, inserting only the tip, massaging her there, while he
held her tight against him, grinding into her clit.  His other hand
reached up to her breast, and began squeezing.
    She could hear
her own gasps.  She was almost there.
    His mouth left
hers, and he nuzzled her ear saying, “Reach for it, Ryann.  Come on,
baby.  Come for me.”
    He continued to
grind into her, then finding her nipple, he pinched.  And with a loud
whimper, she came with a keening groan…and soared over the edge.
    …..
    They were both
breathing heavily when she came down from her explosive climax.  He
continued to press her to the wall, which was a good thing, because she was
seriously close to falling over.
    He still held
her to the wall with his hips, nibbling at her mouth, then staring intently
into her eyes.
    She tried to
push him away, but he held her fast.
    He inhaled at
her neck.  “God, you smell so good,” he said quietly through gritted
teeth.  He ground his erection into her one last time, then slowly he removed
his hand from underneath her skirt, pulling the hem down.
    “I’m so glad
we’ve proven that you don’t find me irresistible.” He moved his upper body away
from her, and she felt the loss, her face burning with embarrassment.  He
took her face in his hands and looked at her.
    She must’ve been
50 shades of red, forget grey, because she could feel the prickling heat in her
face.  He had barely touched her, and she had gone off like a firecracker.
    And he had just
proven her wrong.  God, she was so mortified.
    She looked away
from his stare, feeling like an inexperienced and desperate woman.  Before
she could spend any more time mentally castigating herself, the smell of her
arousal on his fingers cupping her face registered in her brain, and she began
to struggle in earnest.
    He held her face
even firmer, shaking it slightly to get her to look at him, and held her still
with his hips.
    “Wait.”
    She
stilled.  She tried to calm her breath, and looked away.  He held her
face, re-directing her eyes back to him.
    “I’m leaving,
but before I go, I want you to remember two things.”  Pause.  “This,”
he lifted the finger that had been inside her, and put it