Atonement(44)
I felt like we were dancing as he turned me around in his arms and slid his arms down the sides of my body. “I don’t want you to do anything you would regret. I know how tough it must have been to run into my ex but that’s all she is. Clarissa is married and has a child. I think it is safe to say she’s not a threat.”
I placed my hands against his firm chest. “This doesn’t have anything to do with Clarissa, Colin. I thought about our situation and I asked myself what I was waiting for and I couldn’t think of a good reason why we haven’t taken this relationship to the next level. We aren’t sixteen year olds, we’re grown adults and I want to do this with you. More than I have ever wanted to do this with anyone in a long time.”
“Would you believe me if I told you I feel the same about you? I have wanted you from the moment Drew introduced us but I am so happy we waited. I didn’t ever want you to be a one night stand because you’re so much better than that. You’re a good person. I just don’t want you to ever think this is a mistake.”
“It never could be,” I said out loud.
“Wait, I want to tell you something…” he trailed off.
I pressed a single finger to his mouth. “Not now, not tonight. It can wait, okay?”
“I have protection…just in case you aren’t on anything. I didn’t want to be presumptive…”
“My last STD and HIV tests were right before we left for this trip. What about you?”
“The same. I had to go to the doctor because of an injury I sustained in an accident. It’s a pinched sciatic nerve I suffered in an automobile accident and he adjusted my medication by taking me off a low dosage of Vicodin and Prozac. Instead he just gave me a steroid injection and told me I should be fine until we get back to the States. He ran a full blood panel just in case so I’m clean too.”
“Good. I’m protected…I’m on a low hormone birth control pill so we only have to…I mean, if you want to…”
Colin placed a finger underneath my chin and stared me deeply into my eyes. “Do you usually use condoms with your significant other?”
I shook my head. “After Drew and I…well, when our relationship changed and we were no longer exclusive, I insisted because I didn’t want all the intimacy involved when condoms aren’t part of the deal. It just…it does create a barrier and I don’t feel as connected which was a good thing in our case.”
He grabbed my hand and led me to the bed which was still neatly made up. His hands were slightly chilly on my warm skin as he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me towards him. Our first kiss was soft and innocent before his mouth opened and his tongue sought entry in my mouth. Our tongues intermingled with a thrilling urgency that shot a feeling of pure pleasure from the top of my head to my lower belly.
Colin’s hands wandered underneath my sweater and met with bare skin which spread goosebumps everywhere they touched me. They teased my back, his index finger slid up and down my spinal column as our kiss grew deeper and I felt myself relax in his arms. Why did my skin feel absolutely electric everywhere he touched me? It was such a different feeling from when I had allowed Liam to claim my body and although it felt crass and rude, I couldn’t help compare their techniques.
Colin slipped my sweater over my head and revealed a pretty lace bra which matched my sweater. His fingers traced my collar bone and between the slopes of my breasts. I shivered, not because I was cold, but because I felt like he purposely teased me to draw out this experience as long as possible. I pressed my body against his but he stepped back intentionally. Not quick enough for me to feel the hardness of an erection bursting to break free.
“This isn’t about me, Deirdre, it’s about you,” he murmured in my ear before his mouth left a trail of kisses from my neck to my shoulder.
I wanted him to rid my body of the lace bra already but he slowly worked his way down, unbuttoning my skirt and freeing it from my body. Then he took off my tights and I stood in front of him in a matching thong and bra set yet nothing else. My hair was a wild mess of waves around my shoulders and I was forced to stare at his clothed body.
“Take off your clothes,” I finally said as I stepped onto the bed on by knees and sat down demurely.
Colin took off his shirt and pants in a leisurely way that didn’t seem hurried or desperate. He wore a pair of black boxer-briefs underneath and I soon realized why he never wore them to bed when we slept together at his grandparents’ house. They were highly revealing and left nothing to the imagination, including a monster hard-on that was aching to be released.