Free Coming of Age by Ciana Stone

her such pleasure that she wouldn’t ever want another man.
     
    He wanted to seduce her with his touch and his love. “What do you want? “ He braced himself with his arms on either side of her and leaned down, running his tongue over one nipple, at first with the flat of his tongue, softly stroking, circling the areola, and then passing over the nipple.
     
    “That.” She murmured and stretched appreciatively, pressing her breasts up. “Touch me, taste me. Take me slowly and completely.”
     
    He sucked her nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the nipple; at the same time, moving his left him to the other breast, teasing the nipple with his thumb.
     
    Livi stretched, writhed, and wiggled beneath him. He felt some kind of strange power rise inside him, something he didn’t quite understand but something that made him feel strong and powerful. His touch did this. His.
     
    He moved down her body, kissing and biting. When he reached her sex, he moved his hands to spread her, exposing her clit. One touch of his tongue on her clit and her fingers were tightening in his hair, her pelvis arching up against his mouth.
     
    He had never imagined her taste would be so sweet. He took his time, teasing her clit until her body virtually quivered then moving to plunge his tongue inside her and hear her moan and gasp his name.
     
    When he did let her come, she body quaked against him and she groaned his name. Max moved up her body, holding himself aloft above her with one hand on the bed. He guided himself to her wet center.
     
    Livi bucked up to meet him, wrapping her legs around his body, and pulling him deep inside her. Nothing had ever, or would probably ever feel as good as the feel of her tight sex gripping his cock, her legs tightened around him and her hands gripping his shoulders.
     
    Max never heard another sound other than that of her breath or his name on her lips. He didn’t know if time was passing or standing still. Nothing else mattered or existed. There was only the two of them; locked in a dance of love that opened a door he had not known existed, the door that led to unity.
     
    Sex was far more than he had dreamed. It wasn’t just physical even though the sensations were nearly overwhelming they were so intense. It was something that transcended the physical. He felt like he and Livy were linked, heart, and mind. He could feel what she wanted and responded in answer to those feelings.
     
    In turn, he felt her fulfilling needs he did not have to express in words. As corny as it sounded, it truly was a dance of love that ended separation. He was not alone. She was with him, part of him.
     
    He gave himself to it, not caring what lay beyond that wonderful moment. And when they finally lay exhausted in one another’s arms with dawn creeping upon them, he hear her soft whisper. “Happy Birthday Max. I love you.”
     
     He was right. Today changed everything. Today he came of age. Today he had won her love and from now on, nothing would be the same.
     

 
     
    Chapter Six
     
                                                                        The Present                                         
     
    Max leaned back in his chair, using the heels of his hands to press against his eyes, as if that would blot away the memories and free him from their power. He’d once heard that you never really remember a feeling. You remember “feeling” but you don’t recall the actual feeling and experience it again. If that were true then he had to be some kind of freak, because he could sink back into those feelings all too easily.
     
    And it got him nowhere. Well, if he was honest, it did benefit him. It was because he could access those feelings that he was able to write the book, and now, with luck, the script. His editor had told him that he had the ability to make her believe that what she