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 my cheek.

leading Ben by the hand, take him upstairs to

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

should smile

you like a coffee?” I ask. “Or

“Wine sounds good.”

I wave towards the settee, but he doesn’t sit, instead checking

what’s there that you like. White

“Red, please.”

the kitchen, returning to the lounge

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

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

nape of my neck and into my hair. His kiss is deep, demanding almost. He smells deeply masculine and tastes

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

my hand over

squeeze into my breast and his breath

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 bed and

his hand under my blouse, reaching inside and upwards, then stymied by the tightness of the garment, removes the

Asking permission?

he kisses the rounded tops of my breasts, then cupping with one hand, he unclips my bra with

as the air wafts across my skin, my nipples tighten and crinkle. He fastens his

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. As he discovers my warm wetness,

stands back, looking away, then up at the ceiling for a

“Jeez….” he mutters.

stoops, his arms underneath to scoop me up,

“Bedroom?” he queries.

“Yes.” I smile.

handle with an elbow, and places me on the bed. And now, he smiles properly. It’s a big smile, lighting up his face and eyes, transforming his features, and it stays there as he strips off shirt, shoes and trousers. Seeing him clearly for the first time, he’s a good-looking man,

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