Atonement(57)

He sat next to me and I turned his face toward me. “How the hell can you say that? What could you have possibly done to get attacked by a group of feral youth?”

“There you go being racist again—”

“Sorry if I don’t feel like being f*cking politically correct when a pack of f*cking youths decide to play target practice with my boyfriend because they mistaken you for a f*ckin’ native and therefore some weak white boy. No, I don’t find anything about this amusing or cute. And yes, I am pissed the f*ck off!” I exclaimed with enough emotion for the both of us.

Colin slid an arm around my back before he kissed my neck. “Does that make me seem weak to you?”

“No, it doesn’t. There were only four guys during the skinhead incident in Germany but what the hell could you do against ten or eleven guys out there? I have never been so glad you didn’t have that butterfly knife on you because they would have killed you—we both know that.”

“Life is all about risk, baby.”

I immediately closed my eyes and went with the feeling as his hands began to roam my body before he forced me to lie down on the bed. His kiss startled me but in a good way and when our tongues met in unison, the whole world seemed to disappear and all that existed was him and I.

He slipped his towel off before he began to undress me but it was his hard manhood I felt between us and I wanted him so much, I was willing to temporarily forget this evening’s incident. Once I was wearing only a sexy black bra and matching thong, I flipped us over gently and kissed his neck before my lips led lower.

Colin moaned as I licked and bit his nipples before my mouth and tongue worked down lower. I licked his belly button and he began to shake as he was terribly ticklish there but once I grabbed his cock, his breath came fast and hard. I loved everything about him, including the musky yet sexy scent his body gave off and already the mushroom head of his manhood was covered with pre-cum. I licked the tip of his cock and admired the scarlet color of his member. He was very much turned on and I meant to make him beg for me before the night was through.

The head of his manhood slipped easily between my open lips and I sucked on him tenderly at first before I applied more pressure. His fingers wandered through my head and caressed my scalp but he was never aggressive and was always willing to take what I would offer him and nothing more. He was a true gentleman when it came to lovemaking as he was in every aspect of his life. This was a side of him I only saw and I was lucky to witness it because he was mine, my secret Colin no one would ever truly know but me and that was the way it was supposed to be between us.

My lips slid lower as I relaxed my tongue and allowed more and more of his length to enter my mouth until all he felt was my hot, wetness covering the length of him. I loved to deep-throat him and learned to perfect my technique because I knew how much it turned him on. I alternated between taking his cock all the way to the back of my throat before pulling him out and licking up the length of his cock.

“Fuck, Deirdre, I’m gonna come,” he whispered.

I smiled at him in a wicked fashion. “Then I suppose you will have to do something for me to get that hard-on back, won’t you?”

Colin laughed out loud as I deep-throated him again and he interrupted inside my mouth. I pulled back further enough to receive him in my mouth so I could swallow his salty-sweetness as it was something I quite enjoyed.

His breath came hard and fast before he flipped us over and crawled up to me. We were face to face when he kissed me again, tongue included. He wanted to taste himself in my mouth and I allowed myself to surrender to his touch. His hands worked my breasts, playing special attention to my nipples which were on fire for his kiss, his tongue, his mouth.

He undid my bra and exposed my breasts to him and pinched the nipples hard enough to cause the slightest amount of pain but it was more erotic than anything else. I loved the feel of his hands and fingers on my nipples and anywhere else he wanted to put them. My sex had soaked my thong and he ripped it in the process of removing it. His mouth was on my left nipple and I arched my back to allow him full access. His razor sharp teeth bit down lightly and I thought I would pass out from the pleasure.

While his mouth was in complete control of my breasts, his fingers had wandered further below my waist. Two fingers from one hand were caressing my g-spot while the thumb on the other hand massaged my clit. I thought I would pass out from all the pleasure alone. The feeling of multiple erogenous zones manipulated at the same time had me in a trance of pleasure and beyond reason.