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

leading Ben by the hand, take

have not seen him smile before, some of his grimness washed away by the curve

should

you like a coffee?” I ask. “Or

“Wine sounds good.”

towards the settee, but he doesn’t sit, instead checking over my cd’s. “Mind if I put something

See what’s there that you like.

“Red, please.”

of glasses from the kitchen, returning to the lounge just in time to hear K D Lang’s ‘Constant Craving’ murmuring across the

Interesting choice….

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 for the form of it. After a moment or so,

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

of my neck and into my hair. His kiss is deep, demanding almost.

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

say, sliding my hand over his

his breath

of what I am doing, dissolve into a haze of lust as my core wells hot. I want this man

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

Asking permission?

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

wafts across my skin, my nipples tighten and crinkle. He fastens his mouth around one, suckling

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

then up at the ceiling

“Jeez….” he mutters.

arms underneath to scoop me up, and glancing around the

“Bedroom?” he queries.

“Yes.” I smile.

levering the door 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

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