Choosing Her Lover

Chapter 7

The restaurant Ben chooses is beautiful. It’s not huge and not overly expensive, but the food is excellent, and he has booked us a niche where we are very private.

Soft music drifts around us, and the staff are lovely; all smiles and courtesy as they bring the food and wine before they vanish discreetly while we eat.

A couple of hours comes and then goes, drifting by in a pleasant mix of chit-chat, good food, and better wine.

As we finish the coffee, Ben says, “Can I walk you home again?”

“Of course you can.”

We stroll through the dark streets, the summer air warm and fragrant. Ben slips his fingers into mine and we stroll along, holding hands.

On the doorstep, he hovers and then, without asking, embraces me. Unlike the first time on my doorstep, he does not hold back. His kiss is deep and passionate, one hand knotting into my hair. His pupils are wide, and through his chest, his heart hammers through to mine.

Oh my God. He’s in love with me….

This can’t be right. It’s too soon….

But pussy is calling. I want a man inside me.

He breaks away from the kiss, then simply stands, holding me close, his head resting over mine. “Kirstie….”

Should I do this? Is it fair to him?

Torn as to what is right, and what right now I want, I vacillate.

“Kirstie, can I come in?”

He wants me. He really wants me….

“Yes, you can come in.”

stoops to kiss my cheek. “Thank

and then, leading Ben by the hand, take him upstairs to

smiling, in a way that I have not seen him smile before, some of his grimness washed away by the

should smile

a coffee?” I ask. “Or a

“Wine sounds good.”

comfortable.” I wave towards the settee, but he doesn’t sit, instead checking over my cd’s. “Mind if I put something on?”

See what’s there that you like.

“Red, please.”

kitchen, returning to the lounge just in time to hear K D

Interesting choice….

glass to Ben. He sips it politely, but his eyes don’t leave mine, and I feel that he is very much tasting the wine simply for the form of it. After a moment or so, he puts his glass to

for wine,” he says, and his arms slide around me again

holding back. His palms travel my body; the curve of my spine, along the nape of my neck and into my hair. His kiss is deep, demanding almost. He

almost but not quite, cupping. “Kirstie?”

say, sliding my hand over his

his

into a haze of lust as my core wells hot. I want this

then stymied by the tightness

Asking permission?

of my breasts, then cupping with one

air wafts across my skin, my nipples tighten and crinkle. He fastens his mouth around one, suckling gently

whimper as my pussy quivers. He reaches further, a finger slipping between my legs, rubbing at the crotch of my

looking away, then up at the ceiling for

“Jeez….” he mutters.

stoops, his arms underneath to scoop me up, and glancing around the

“Bedroom?” he queries.

“Yes.” I smile.

me through, levering the door handle with an elbow, and places me on the bed. And now, he smiles properly. It’s a big smile, lighting up his face and eyes, transforming his features, and it stays there as he strips off shirt, shoes and trousers. Seeing him clearly for the first time, he’s a good-looking man, well built, his muscles firm. I arch back onto the bed, ready to

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