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.”

to kiss my cheek.

by the hand, take him

he comments. He is smiling, in a way that I have not

should

I ask.

“Wine sounds good.”

wave towards the settee, but he doesn’t sit, instead checking over my cd’s.

all. See what’s there that you

“Red, please.”

the kitchen, returning to the lounge just in time

Interesting choice….

that he is very much tasting the wine simply for the form of it. After a moment

not here for wine,” he says, and his arms

now, he is not 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 smells deeply

breast, almost but not quite, cupping. “Kirstie?”

sliding my hand over his and

his breath grows ragged. “God, but

is setting me alight. My reservations over the wisdom of what I am doing, dissolve into a haze of lust as my

under my blouse, reaching inside and upwards, then stymied by the tightness of the garment, removes the hand again, and with a very brief

Asking permission?

kisses the rounded tops of

my nipples tighten and crinkle. He fastens his mouth around one, suckling gently as he works the other between thumb and

my thighs, and I whimper as my pussy quivers. He reaches further, a finger slipping between my legs, rubbing at the crotch of my panties. As he discovers my warm wetness, he pulls out from my skirt, reaching back around me to unzip,

at the ceiling for a moment, breathing heavily, his face

“Jeez….” he mutters.

to scoop me up, and glancing around the room, nods towards a

“Bedroom?” he queries.

“Yes.” I smile.

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

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