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

the door and then, leading Ben by the

have not seen him smile before, some of his

really should smile

a coffee?” I ask.

“Wine sounds good.”

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

at all. See what’s there that you like. White

“Red, please.”

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

Interesting choice….

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

wine,” he says, and his arms slide

my body; the curve of my spine, along the nape of my neck and into my hair. His kiss is

below my breast, almost but not quite, cupping. “Kirstie?” His voice

my hand over his and pressing

breast and his breath grows ragged. “God, but

intensity of his desire is setting me alight. My reservations over the wisdom of what I am doing, dissolve into a haze of lust as my core wells hot. I want this man now. I want him in my

and upwards, then stymied by the tightness of the garment, removes the hand again, and with a very brief glance

Asking permission?

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

is coolish, and as the air wafts across my skin, my nipples tighten and crinkle. He fastens his mouth around one, suckling gently as he works the other between

and I whimper as my pussy quivers. He reaches further, a finger slipping

back, looking away, then up at the ceiling for

“Jeez….” he mutters.

he stoops, his arms underneath to scoop me up, and

“Bedroom?” he queries.

“Yes.” I smile.

face and eyes, transforming his features, and it stays there as

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