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. “Thank

leading Ben by the hand,

not seen him

should smile

you like a coffee?” I ask.

“Wine sounds good.”

the settee, but he doesn’t sit, instead

there that you

“Red, please.”

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

Interesting choice….

the wine, passing 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

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

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.

say, sliding my hand over his and pressing it against my

fingers squeeze into my breast and his breath grows

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

tightness of the garment, removes the hand again, and

Asking permission?

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

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

He reaches further, a finger slipping between my legs, rubbing at the crotch of my

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

“Jeez….” he mutters.

underneath to scoop me up, and glancing around the room, nods

“Bedroom?” he queries.

“Yes.” I smile.

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

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