Free Lust by K.M. Liss

his arms, pressing against his broad, hard, comforting body. Wrapping my arms around him, I sink into his safety and warmth.
    He responds with a stiff little hug, a restrained gesture of affection.
    After a moment I dare to look up. I want to see his face, to read his expression.
    And his face is close to mine. But in that moment, I want it a whole lot closer.
    Please kiss me. I mentally beg him.
    Just a soft touch of those lips to take to bed with me. A hot and sweet ending to my not-so-sweet evening.
    He pauses, hesitantly, staring at me. The attraction is so strong. I'm wondering how much of this he can feel. This magnetism, drawing us together. The gap between us slowly closes.
    I really can't wait another second longer, so I reach up and place my lips to his.
    It's the softest, lightest kiss, but it smolders between us, like burning embers on the cusp of flame. My whole body comes to life, lighting up in a wild rush.
    In that instant I'm pretty sure this is a special moment for me. I'm hoping it's the same for him.
    His arm curls around my waist, pressing me tightly to his body, and his mouth moves gently on mine. I feel his tongue push against my lips and I respond by opening to him, eagerly inviting him in. As his tongue laps over mine, pleasure roars through me. Every cell of my body is aware of him and I'm tingling in excited anticipation.
    Sean wraps his arms around me, cocooning me in his embrace. He groans, a throaty, deep and husky sound and my senses are swamped by him. His taste, his scent and his texture— it all sends me somewhere so good.
    I'm melting into his mouth and body.
    A tidal wave of emotion engulfs me. How could a kiss feel so sublime, and such exquisite, delicious torture, and just so right.
    An urgency flares in his response. One of his hands buries itself in my hair, the other slides down to my backside, pressing his hips against mine. I swim in a world of passionate sensation.
    Our lower bodies grind together, in a slow and erotic dance of primal need. Our breathing is labored, as we lose ourselves, in our long, lingering, and wildly arousing kiss.
    Every distressing, bad thought or care, simply floats away as he kisses and touches me. He's healing my mind, flowing through my veins, like the sweetest drug.
    I'm making tiny sounds, mewing like a cat, as his softly sweeping fingers caress the sensitive skin at the back of my neck and ears, and his velvety tongue makes exquisite love to my mouth. I rub my fingers all over his head, slowly discovering the contours, my fingers grasping tufted handfuls of his silken soft hair.
    The heat arising from us is unbearable. It's like a furnace has burst into life and is burning with the strongest of flames.
    His mouth roams around my face and up and down my neck, trailing paths of fire.
    I gasp with a flush of pleasure as he tongues my ear.
    “ Sean...”   I groan.
    I need this. So badly. To escape what's in my mind. To fly away to the world of my wildest fantasy.
    I forget everything in my all consuming need for him.
    I forget Charlie... Jase... the assault... my usual reserved behavior... even who I am.
    It all ceases to exist.
    All I'm aware of is him, how much I want him, and how much I can feel he wants me.
    A painful ache starts to form where my sex is so tightly tensed, and wetness is building rapidly, between my legs.
    I need that hard part of him, the part I can feel wedged between us. I want it inside me, to have him opening and filling me up―possessing my body. I crave relief of my body's frustration, like I never have before, with a desperate, heady, urgent passion
    My hands reach underneath the back of his shirt, gently scraping my nails around him. I want to touch everything he consists of, to get my hands on him intimately, to rub his hard muscular ass with my palms―to dig my nails in hard, to feel him tense and moan out loud, as he says my name
    But I instantly feel him stiffen as my hands start to go down the back of his jeans.
    The