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. “Thank

leading Ben by the hand, take

is smiling, in a way that I have not seen him smile before, some of his grimness washed away

should

coffee?” I

“Wine sounds good.”

doesn’t sit, instead checking over my

See what’s there that

“Red, please.”

of glasses from the kitchen, returning to the lounge just in time to hear K D Lang’s

Interesting choice….

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

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

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

my breast, almost but not quite, cupping.

say, sliding my hand over his and

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

of his desire is setting me alight. My reservations over the wisdom of what I am doing, dissolve into a haze

tightness of the garment,

Asking permission?

Bending close, he kisses the rounded tops of my breasts, then cupping with

across my skin, my nipples tighten and crinkle. He fastens his

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

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

“Jeez….” he mutters.

up, and glancing

“Bedroom?” he queries.

“Yes.” I smile.

stays there as he strips off shirt, shoes

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