Atonement(69)
We kissed with a burning passion as he barely fit the key into the lock and opened the door. I slipped the key out and threw it on the sofa as he slid the deadbolt on the door. He’d barely gotten me to the sitting room when I threw him against the wall and ripped the buttons off his classy dress shirt as I began to kiss down his standing body. His hands immediately began to rummage through my hair as I bent down on my knees and undid the button to his pants before I slid the zipper down.
“Wait,” Colin began as breathed hard. “Don’t you think I should do you first?”
My right hand grabbed his manhood which was hard as the proverbial rock and I caressed him seductively as I murmured, “No.”
It was so easy to tease him and as I ran my tongue up the length of his cock from underneath, his face grew scarlet with desire and he tried to control his breathing.
Before he had come along, I could comfortably admit I hated giving head to guys. I hated the way they tasted in my mouth and I despised how they always insisted on choking me half to death by trying to shoving their length fully into a mouth that obviously was not going to accommodate. Not all women had attended the Linda Lovelace School of Deep Throat; most of us had more important issues to worry about like getting a good education and hopefully finding a decent job after our schooling was finally over.
However, Colin had changed my mind about the whole activity and I loved to have him in my mouth. Perhaps he never expected me to do anything I wasn’t ready to participate in and I respected that about him. I’d learned to deep throat him on my own and although it took some getting used to, it was actually pleasurable and exciting with the right guy. There was something deeply erotic about bringing him to orgasm in my mouth and I adored the look on his face as he came.
I slid his cock into my mouth and slowly worked him all the way inside. I could smell the musky scent of his skin and the cologne he wore but the most wonderful sensation was feeling him as he filled my mouth and my throat. I learned to control my breathing and gag reflex as I worked him in and out at a snail’s pace and he moaned out loud.
“Fuck, Deirdre, I’m going to come,” he whispered.
The exact words I wanted to hear as I sucked the mushroom head of his cock harder before I teased him with shallow strokes of his manhood while my hand caressed the rest of his length. One his hands grabbed the back of my neck while the other caressed my scalp and then I felt the hot, sweet-salty taste of him on my tongue and I continued to caress him with my mouth until he was completely sated and empty.
“How do I return the favor?” he inquired in a soft voice as he peeled his ruined dress shirt off.
Colin had a terrific body; all lean muscles and hidden strength. I traced the tribal tattoo along his lower back and he sighed softly. I loved the feel of his skin against mine and drew out the process of touching and caressing him as long as I could.
Slowly, I stood up on shaky feet and walked toward the bedroom before he grabbed me from behind by the waist. I slipped out of my shoes as he began to kiss my neck, one arm wrapped firmly around me while the other wandered underneath my dress. His hand slid past my lace thong and two fingers buried themselves inside my soaking sex while his thumb caressed my clit. I found myself rocking against his hand though I wanted to get to the bedroom but it didn’t seem like that was going to happen at that moment.
We somehow walked to the sofa and he bent me over the arm of the sofa before he slid up my dress until it was wrapped around my waist. My thong was soon a distant memory as he forced me open and began to tackle the nub of my sex with an insistent tongue from behind. I widened my stance until it felt like my whole sex was planted on his mouth and although I should have felt somewhat embarrassed, Colin had a genuine way of relaxing all my inhibitions and I never felt exposed around him, no matter how many—or few—clothes I was wearing.
I had turned into one of those people who felt completely comfortable with my lover exploring every crevice of my body and there was absolutely nothing strange or awkward about it. In fact, he knew every button to press, every caress that would bring me to orgasm faster or slow the feeling down. Tonight he wasn’t in any hurry and neither was I.
He stopped his exploration and turned me around. I was still exposed as his hands grabbed me by the back of my neck and brought me in for a passionate kiss. Our tongues tasted one another and I sighed into the kiss.
Colin sat me on the arm of the sofa and slid his cock inside my aching wet sex. The feeling of having him inside of my body could not be described as he unzipped my dress from the back to expose my breasts. His mouth immediately sought one of my nipples out, suckled and caressed it with his tongue as I gasped and tried to hang on to the ride of him thrusting in and out of me.