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

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

should smile

a coffee?” I

“Wine sounds good.”

but he doesn’t sit, instead checking over my cd’s. “Mind if I

at all. See what’s there

“Red, please.”

the kitchen, returning to the lounge just in time to hear K D Lang’s ‘Constant Craving’

Interesting choice….

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 one side, then taking my

and his arms slide around me again at waist

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 masculine and tastes the

almost but not quite, cupping. “Kirstie?”

I say, sliding my hand over his

breast and his

wisdom of what I am doing, dissolve into a haze of lust as my core wells hot. I want this man now. I

stymied by the tightness of the

Asking permission?

to unbutton my blouse. Bending close, he kisses the rounded tops of my breasts, then cupping with

crinkle. He fastens his mouth around one, suckling gently as he works

of my skirt, slipping upwards and inwards to stroke my thighs, and I whimper as my pussy quivers. He reaches further,

looking away, then up at the ceiling for a moment,

“Jeez….” he mutters.

to scoop me up, and

“Bedroom?” he queries.

“Yes.” I smile.

a big smile, lighting up his face and eyes, transforming his features, and it stays

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