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.”
stoops to kiss
by the hand, take him upstairs to my small
a way that I have not seen him smile before, some of his grimness washed away by the curve
really should
coffee?” I ask. “Or
“Wine sounds good.”
he doesn’t sit, instead checking over
at all. See what’s there that
“Red, please.”
couple of glasses from the kitchen, returning to the lounge just in time to hear K
Interesting choice….
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
here for wine,” he says, and his arms
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.
below my breast, almost but not quite, cupping. “Kirstie?” His voice is rough, almost
hand over his
fingers squeeze into my breast and his breath grows ragged. “God, but I
sheer 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
slips his hand under my blouse, reaching inside and upwards, then stymied by the tightness of the garment, removes the hand again,
Asking permission?
the rounded tops of my breasts, then cupping with
my skin, my nipples tighten and crinkle. He fastens his mouth around one, suckling gently as he works the other between thumb
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 between my legs, rubbing at the crotch of my panties.
the ceiling for a
“Jeez….” he mutters.
stoops, his arms underneath to scoop me up, and glancing around the
“Bedroom?” he queries.
“Yes.” I smile.
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
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