Dreaming in Color by Cameron Dane (autobiographies to read .TXT) 📕

Colin's chest heaved, and he burrowed his fingers into Marek's hair, holding his head still to kiss him all over. “You sound good saying it, baby.” He wiped his thumbs on the corners of Marek's eyes, while the green in his shone brighter than the most precious emeralds. “I love you too.”

Unable to say more, Marek slashed his lips across Colin's and savaged his mouth with quiet desperation, robbing himself and surely Colin of breath, but he simply could not stop. He dug his fingers into Colin's buttocks to hold him in place and surged into his lover's channel, pumping his cock with rough thrusts that barely conveyed the depth of passion and love swirling inside him. Marek's hips moved with piston-fast speed, and he plundered Colin's mouth with voracious probing and licking, slipping into a primal aggression he could not slow down or control. The incredible heat and tightness of being inside Colin's ass consumed him; the passionate slide of wet tongues inflamed his deepest desires. The feel of Colin's fingers in his hair took its toll on Marek, shoving him to the brink of what he could stand to feel. He wanted to pull back, but the coiling spring of release tightened in his belly and tickled his balls, drawing the heavy weight up to his body, warning him of release.

“No.” Marek tore his mouth off Colin and looked away, fighting every nerve ending inside him set poised to explode. “Please.” He begged for willpower to resist. “Too fast…can't end.”

Colin drew Marek's face back around to his. “It's okay.” He pried one of Marek's hands off his ass and guided it around to his cock. “I'm still so fucking hard.” Colin forced Marek's hand up and down his rigid length, and his gaze burned with desire. He pressed his lips to Marek's, holding the connection as he said, “I want inside you too.”

Orgasm hit Marek in a wave, rolling through him and tagging every piece of his being from top to bottom. He clung to Colin's kiss and clutched his ass as his cock swelled and exploded, shaking him to his core. Entwined with Colin, Marek pumped line after line of seed into Colin's tight passage, burying a piece of himself deep in the body of this person he craved…and loved.

Vulnerability coated Marek, exposing him on somehow yet another level, one he did not understand. He turned his head down and focused completely on withdrawing his prick from Colin's rectum with care, but then spun away quickly and bent over, offering his ass.

“Fuck me.” Marek's arms and legs trembled with weakness, and his voice held the roughness of steel wool. He reached back and split his buttocks apart, exposing his hole. His passage quivered as his body vividly recalled the one time he had opened himself up to Colin for the taking. Marek had ached for the man ever since. Closing his eyes, attacked by clawing fears that still whispered in his head that he should protect himself, Marek breathed through the uncertainty and confessed, “I need you.”

Just then, the cool, thick feel of lube coated his ring, making his body start with first contact. Marek took his hands away from his buttocks and braced them on the floor. Insistent pressure from what felt like Colin's cock worked Marek's pucker, immediately tingling new arousal in his channel and up and down his spine and legs. The slow, continuous bumping against his bud flooded Marek with such need he jammed his ass back on Colin's erection, crying out with pleasure and pain as his hole collapsed and Colin took over his ass.

Colin curled his hands into Marek's hips and started sliding his cock in and out of Marek's rectum. Long, steady strokes created insane friction along Marek's anal walls, and each plugging of his chute shot a line of pleasure to his balls and dick, pushing his sated body to swell and harden again.

Perspiration dripped off Marek's forehead and hair and made his hands and knees slippery on the hardwood floor. Colin continued to fuck him with agonizing, slow control, filling and emptying his squeezing channel that wanted to hold some part of the man permanently within. “Please…” Marek writhed back on Colin's penetration, loving the feel of being invaded, but at the same time circled his ass into Colin with a crushing grind, grasping for something more. “I…”

Colin rubbed his palm across the hills of Marek's buttocks, up and down his spine, then settled at the base of his back. “Tell me.” He continued to pump his dick with a relentless, even pace in Marek's ass.

Marek clenched his teeth as his cock pulsed into overdrive and achieved erection again, stealing blood away from his brain. “I want…”

Colin stopped moving, and his fingers danced along Marek's neck into his hair, brushing the thick mess. “You're still scared to say what's in your heart, aren't you?”

Colin's touch soothed Marek, and the choke in his throat lessened some. “Yeah. Hard to change.”

“I know, baby. Me too.” Sliding his hand down Marek's back, Colin's touch drifted away, and Marek nearly cried at the loss. “Tell me what you want.”

Reaching back, Marek grabbed Colin's hips and dug into his flesh. “Cover me.” The words ripped out of him in an order, but Marek had prayed for Colin to come home to him for so long he now needed every bit of physical contact he could steal. “Let me feel you all over so I know it's you and you're real.” Fear still leached into Marek that some anonymous person had his cock buried in his ass, and Marek was terrified that he just wanted it so badly he fantasized it was Colin. “Show me it's you. I don't want to be alone anymore.”

Colin shoved Marek's hands back down to the floor and came down on top of him with heavenly weight. He wrapped his arms around Marek's chest, settled his chin over Marek's shoulder, and put his mouth next to Marek's ear.