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

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

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

should smile

I ask. “Or a

“Wine sounds good.”

he doesn’t sit, instead checking over my

there that you like.

“Red, please.”

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

Interesting choice….

is very much tasting the wine simply for the form of it. After a moment or so, he puts his glass to

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

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

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

sliding my hand over his

into my breast and his breath grows ragged. “God, but

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.

upwards, then stymied by the tightness of the

Asking permission?

tops of my breasts, then cupping with

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

growing heavier, my 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

at the ceiling for a moment, breathing heavily, his

“Jeez….” he mutters.

he stoops, his arms underneath to scoop me up, and glancing around the

“Bedroom?” he queries.

“Yes.” I smile.

features, and it stays there as he strips off shirt, shoes and trousers. Seeing him clearly

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