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.

unlock the door and then, leading Ben by the hand, take him upstairs to

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

should

coffee?” I ask. “Or a glass

“Wine sounds good.”

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

at all. See what’s there that

“Red, please.”

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

Interesting choice….

tasting the wine simply for the form of it. After a moment or so, he puts his glass to one side, then taking my glass from me,

wine,” he says, and his arms

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. He smells deeply masculine and

below my breast, almost but not quite,

sliding my hand over his and

my breast and his breath grows ragged. “God,

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

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

Asking permission?

kisses the rounded tops of my breasts, then cupping with one

crinkle. He fastens his mouth around one, suckling gently as he

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, he pulls out from my skirt, reaching back around me to unzip, tugging it down

up at the ceiling for a moment, breathing heavily, his face glistening

“Jeez….” he mutters.

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

“Bedroom?” he queries.

“Yes.” I smile.

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

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