Free Catch by Toni Kenyon

go on forever.   Wanted to bask in the heat of their desire, be scorched by the flames of passion, to hold onto this moment forever, it felt so vital and right.
    He pulled away, breaking the spell, gasping for air, his cheeks flushed, his neck clammy, his scent strong.   Softly he whispered, "That was some kiss."
    She rested her forehead on his. "It was, wasn't it?”
    Neither was willing to give up complete connection, rubbing noses slowly backwards and forwards, claiming the intimacy of the moment.  

    Matthew wanted her.   Wanted her desperately and with a passion born of a desire he'd seldom experienced before.   He'd planned to seduce her slowly, build a scalding passion, bring her to the edge and not let her fall.   Leave her longing, leave her in need of him.   But things hadn't gone as he planned.
    Gazing into her green eyes, their foreheads touching, he stroked down the muscles of her back to those beautiful buttocks.   She was still rubbing herself gently against his upper thigh; it was driving him insane with lust and desire.  
    He didn't want to move from the kitchen, so anxious to ensure they didn't defile the moment.   The immediate emotion of the kiss had evaporated, but it was replaced with a burning hunger for her that felt insatiable.  
    He wanted her.   He wanted her now, and he wasn't prepared to risk losing momentum.   She disengaged herself from his forehead, started running gentle kisses - interspersed with nips of her teeth - down his neck.
    His instant response was in his groin.   The pressure in his jeans intense, he needed some relief and release.   He reached down and unbuttoned the first three buttons, groaning as she continued to nibble his neck.   Her hand followed down his arm, pushing his aside and cupping him through the silk of his boxers.   Another shot to his groin and his cock pulsed under the warmth of her touch.
    "Excited?"   Her voice was husky and all he could do was moan in response.
    "Would you like me to lick you - take you in my mouth like I did with your finger?"   She continued mercilessly licking behind his ear.
    He was mad with desire. She was a vixen, yet she'd masqueraded as some sort of innocent. His mind was confused. He should be resisting her, taking the lead, taking control, but his body was betraying him, reacting to her every touch. He was completely powerless in her hands.
    Licking then kissing the hollow in his throat, she started to unbutton his shirt, blazing a trail down his chest, a lick then a kiss where each button sat.   He had a white-knuckled grip on the granite bench as she undid the last of the buttons and knelt between his legs.  
    She looked up, hovering seductively over the ache beneath his boxers, threatening to release him into her warm and inviting mouth.   She licked her lips, that carnal mouth making promises he couldn't possibly resist. "You haven't answered me."
    She rubbed her chin up his aching shaft, the sensation through the silk excruciating, and he let out a sharp gasp.   "Yes."
    "Yes what?"   Her thumb raked over the tip of his cock, milking him through the blue silk.
    "Yes, please.   You're killing me."
    She smiled.   "Look how wet I'm making you and I haven't even started yet."
    His grip on the granite tightened.
    Deftly she released the other buttons on his jeans, slipped the blue denim together with his boxers down his legs, then prodded his thighs, as you would a horse, inviting him to step out of the clothing.   When she kissed her way back up the insides of his thighs his excitement continued to mount.
    "I'm so glad you don't wear shoes – it’s so un-erotic removing shoes and socks, don't you think?"
    Matt was unable to think. She was hovering menacingly over his genitals again and he was desperate for her to take him in her mouth.
    "Suck me, please."   The words were almost a growl.
    Reaching up his body, she dragged her long manicured fingernails the length of his torso, drawing all sensation down to