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.

and then, leading Ben by the hand,

smiling, in a way that I have not

really should smile

coffee?” I ask. “Or

“Wine sounds good.”

he doesn’t sit, instead checking over

all. See what’s there that

“Red, please.”

glasses from the kitchen, returning to the lounge just in time to

Interesting choice….

that he is very much tasting the wine simply for the

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

of my neck

breast, almost but not quite, cupping. “Kirstie?” His voice is rough,

say, sliding my hand over

and his

intensity of his desire is setting me alight. My reservations over the wisdom of what I am doing, dissolve into a haze

upwards, then stymied by the tightness of the garment, removes

Asking permission?

starts to unbutton my blouse. Bending close, he kisses the rounded tops of my breasts, then cupping with one hand, he unclips my bra with the

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

and moist. Ben’s hand works its way down to the hem of my skirt, slipping upwards and inwards to stroke my thighs, and I whimper as my pussy quivers. He reaches

at the ceiling for a moment, breathing

“Jeez….” he mutters.

arms underneath to scoop me up, and glancing

“Bedroom?” he queries.

“Yes.” I smile.

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

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