Secret betrayal Episode 9

He tasted of the sweet oranges. The kiss was deepened with every motion of our tongues. He pressed me against himself, making my boobs rub against his chest and against my silk gown.

 The feeling was sensational, especially as he rubbed against my firm buttocks since my gown had already slid high up from the ruffling we were engaged in. He moved his legs unto the couch so I was lying symmetrically on top of him.

The groping and deep kissing continued with him pulling down my straps to gain access to my waiting oranges. I let out a soft moan as his hand made contact with my left boob.

He squeezed gently and I moaned a little louder. I became aware of his groin area as the bulge propped me up significantly. Collins was blessed in that domain. The thought of that thing propping me up like that left me in a slight disarray.

He brought me back from my brief reverie, even inside a very ecstatic moment, when he kissed my neck and found his way to my bared nipples. He kissed them like they were all that mattered to him. I clung to him, wrapping my arms around his head, lost in the warmth of his mouth over my nipples. I just wanted to die for the first time in my life. My moans accelerated into half screams when he located my pant and began tugging at it. He made it to my drooping wetness. I wanted to explode...

Hmmmm... I reacted to his torment by locating his erection from under his nightwear. My hand felt like I was handling an electric pole. I couldn't wait to have him inside me. From the way he panted under me, I could tell he felt the same way. Adrenaline was pumping, evident in the throbbing of his warm, veined erection. We were high and uncontrollable at this point. Our wanton desires had a better part of us.

He quickly turned the table in a swift movement. Before I could say Jack, I was lying with my buttocks propped in front of his throbbing rod. He positioned me well and slowly slid his hardness into me.
Awww... I hate to remember and reminisce on this feeling of complete fulfilment. He rode me from behind in accelerating speed until we were both yelling in forlorn exctasy. He continued to gratify his horniness while sending me all the way to cloud nine like a rocket on a mission to explode my long time starvation.

He rode me until we both came. Little did I know the journey just began. He carried me into my room, the guest room, and threw me on the bed. He undressed me until there was no fabric left on me, his eyes lit with desire. He pulled his nightwear and pair of boxers and dangled that fierce and ruthless beast in front of me.

"What now?" I enquired with a knowing smile.
He smiled from the corner of his lips and said, "our night just began."

He joined me on the bed and the red night continued. From giving heads to blow jobs and several rounds of unrestrained sex. I was my malleable personality for Collins, assuming ​any shape and position, trying out every style that came to mind. He was well experienced and capable, never tired out one bit. I felt sore in my vagina but never wanted to spoil the night. Not until we slept off in the wee hours of the morning did I get a chance to rest.

When I woke up in the morning, it was almost twelve o'Clock and Collins was nowhere to be found. I smiled to myself at the thought of the events of the previous night. How else could heaven be defined? I stretched and felt a slight headache from a corner of my head and yearned for water to drink.

Just a little distance from me, my phone rang. It was a text message alert. I opened to find Vera asking me to call her, she sounded urgent.

To be continued