Free Love Is... (3.5) by Cassandra P. Lewis

seriously like him!”
    I nod and place my cup back on the table.
    “I love him Rosie. I'm bloody head over heels.”
    Rosie launches at me wrapping her arms around my neck and covering my face with kisses, I think she approves.
     

Countdown
    Matthew
     
    Day Twenty Five
    “Hey handsome,” Rafe greets me as I walk into Rafael’s after a ridiculously busy day in Manchester. He leans over the end of the counter and I lean in to kiss him briefly. “Good day?”
    Rafe starts to make me a cappuccino as I lean on the counter with my arms crossed in front of me and take in the sight of my man at work. He is the king of the castle behind that counter, working with efficiency and fluidity and constantly aware of his surroundings. He dodges a fast moving Sophie as though he didn’t even notice that he had to.
    “Yeah, it was a long and tiring but successful day. I’m knackered though babe, do you mind if I grab a bath upstairs and then we’ll go for a pint later?”
    I’d promised Rafe last night that we’d go for a drink after he closed up on Friday but I’m wiped out. I need to chill for a bit or I’ll be asleep by ten.
    “No, course not. I can’t imagine we’ll be much longer down here. You go and chill.” I start to head to the stairs up to the flat, “Matthew, we don’t have to go out you know, if you’re tired.”
    I am, but I know he wants to go for at least one, and I want to show him off.
    “I want to babe. I’ll see you when you’re done.”
     
    “Ahh, I knew I shouldn’t have come in here! Why did I come in here?”
    I can’t help but laugh as Rafe comes into the bathroom to get something and tries to cover his eyes after getting an eyeful of me in the bath.
    “You knew I was in here.” I say through laughter as he tries to feel his way out of the room,
    “I thought there’d be bubbles!” He finds the door and leaves the room and I’m done in. Three weeks of constantly getting het up to boiling point and then having to stop ourselves is killing both of us, but Rafe trying to avoid seeing me naked by holding his arm over his eyes and patting the walls as he walks has me pissing myself laughing.
    One more week!
     
    Rafe and I have managed to keep our hands off each other for three weeks, only just and now it’s Wednesday on our penultimate week. I’d say happy hump day but I guess not in my case. We’ve kissed…a lot. We’ve cuddled on the sofa and worked each other up into a frenzy more than we should have done, but it’s unavoidable. I have never been so attracted to anyone in my life.
    Rafe is kind and funny and he’s sexy as hell. His lips are soft and plump and fit perfectly against mine. Every time that he kisses me I think about them kissing their way down my neck and chest, over my abs and taking me in. His tongue owns me, I’m rendered useless when it slides over mine and I long to feel it being so expertly worked along the length of my cock, circling the tip while he sucks…Needless to say I end up as hard as stone each time he kisses me.
    We tried to steer clear of seeing each other naked below the waist, certain that neither of us would resist once we pass that stage of our relationship, but a couple of times things have gone a bit further than intended, last night more than ever…
    We’d watched a film and had a couple of glasses of wine. We were lying on the sofa listening to music, the candles flickering as we kissed and cuddled on the sofa.
    “Baby I can’t wait anymore, fuck thirty days!  I love you and I’m not going anywhere, why wait?” I pulled Rafe on top of me, begging him, completely desperate for him to give in to me.
    “We can do one more week baby, just seven days.” Rafe tugged at my earlobe with his teeth before kissing my neck and jaw line.
    “No, Rafe I can’t take it. I need you now. I think I’m going to explode.” I lost it completely, I was needy and desperate and grovelling for my boyfriend to make love to me.
    “Baby, one week,”