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.

by the hand, take

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

should smile

a coffee?” I

“Wine sounds good.”

he doesn’t sit, instead

at all. See what’s there

“Red, please.”

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

Interesting choice….

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

he says, and his arms slide around me

of my neck

not quite,

I say, sliding my hand over his

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

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. I want him

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

Asking permission?

the rounded tops of my breasts, then cupping

room is coolish, and as the air wafts across my skin, my nipples tighten and crinkle. He fastens his mouth around one, suckling gently as he works the other between thumb

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 legs, rubbing at the

back, looking away, then up at the ceiling for

“Jeez….” he mutters.

arms underneath to scoop me up, and

“Bedroom?” he queries.

“Yes.” I smile.

transforming his features, and it stays

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