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.”

kiss my cheek.

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

around. “Nice,” he comments. He is smiling, in a way that I have not seen him

should

like a coffee?” I ask. “Or a glass of

“Wine sounds good.”

settee, but he doesn’t sit, instead checking over

there

“Red, please.”

Rioja and a couple of glasses from the kitchen, returning to the

Interesting choice….

a 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

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

nape of my neck and into my hair.

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

say, sliding my hand over his and pressing it

into my breast and his breath

doing, dissolve into a haze of lust as my core wells hot. I want this man now. I want him in my bed and inside

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

Asking permission?

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

and crinkle. He fastens

is growing heavier, my panties becoming warm 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 further, a finger slipping

back, looking away, then up at the ceiling for a moment, breathing heavily, his

“Jeez….” he mutters.

arms underneath to scoop me up,

“Bedroom?” he queries.

“Yes.” I smile.

face and eyes, transforming his features, and it stays there as he strips off shirt, shoes and

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