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

Rafe kneeled up between my legs, his abs flexing as he rubbed his hands up my thighs. It was agony, in the best way.
    Rafe’s hands moved to the button on his jeans and my breath started to come hard and fast, I was panting like a damn dog!
    “Rafe…” His name escaped me as a moan and was question enough for him to answer my confusion.
    “I’m not going to touch you baby, I’m going to touch me,” my eyes widened and I thought my cock was literally going to burst out of my jeans, “Join me baby, come with me.”
    My mouth watered as Rafe freed himself from his jeans and pushed them down on his hips. He’s fucking beautiful. He was so hard and smooth and completely ready for me. As he started to slowly stroke himself from root to tip, kneeling over me and looking down into my eyes, I lost control. My hands flew to my buttons and my cock was in my hand in seconds.
    Rafe’s eyes widened as he watched me start to work myself, my gaze took all of him in. The actions of his working hand, the way that his muscles flexed as he started to tense with pleasure, and the look of hunger in his eyes as he took all of me in and then stared into mine had me fit to burst.  I knew I wouldn’t last long. I’d never done anything so intimate, so sexy and I was ready to blow.
    “Rafe,”
    I said his name on an exhale as I reached up and gripped his thigh with my left hand.
    “Wait babe, wait for me.”
    Rafe leant down and held himself above me, his left hand on the arm of the sofa above my head to support his body. Both of us were tugging harder and I felt the tip of his dick rubbing against my stomach as he got closer, and then mine against his.
    “Oh fuck, Rafe!”
    He leant in and kissed me deeply and I couldn’t hold on any more. I moaned as I felt my balls tighten underneath me and my toes curl. Rafe leant over to one side so that he could look down between our torsos. His fast heavy breathing was unmistakeable and as his right knee bent and pressed hard into the back of my left thigh to steady himself, his groans gave him away.
    He kissed me frantically and I felt the motion of his hand pumping away against my stomach, matching my pace until pleasure overwhelmed us both. Rafe’s mouth was next to my ear and his moans tipped me hard and fast over the edge.
    The warmth of come on my hand and stomach only just registered as the sensations of my orgasm floated around my body. It felt like every vein was contracting with pleasure and I loved it. Rafe stilled and I listened to his hot heavy breath as we floated back to earth.
    “One more week,” Rafe whispered,
    “One more week.” I replied.
     
    Day Twenty Six - Rafe
    “Honey I’m home!”
    I left the door open so that Matthew could let himself in. He went straight to the gym after his flight from Liverpool landed and as I turn to look at him walking into my flat, his hair brushed back away from his face and his sweaty workout clothes still on, I realise how deep my feelings are.
    When he said the word home, I longed for that to be true. I wish that I could wake up next to him every morning. I’m in deep.
    Matthew said that waking up next to me after the incident on the sofa was too hard and he doesn’t think we should share a bed again until thirty days. 
    Matthew drops his bag by the door and walks in to the kitchen, lifting himself up to sit on the counter top behind where I’m cooking.
    “Good day dear?” I ask sarcastically as Matthew starts to pick at the tapas that I’ve been preparing, he laughs.
    “Better now! Come here,” I turn and walk to stand between his parted thighs, “I missed you.” Matthew kisses the hell out of me and it takes all the strength that I have to stop my knees from buckling. “Shit, Rafe the pan!”
    The pan of rice that I abandoned for my sexy boyfriend starts to boil over and the sizzling pulls us out of our intense moment.
    “See, this is what you do to me! You’re a bloody distraction!”
    Matthew laughs as I mop up the