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

Ben by the hand, take him upstairs to my small

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

really should

coffee?” I ask. “Or a glass of

“Wine sounds good.”

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

there that you like.

“Red, please.”

fetch a bottle of Rioja and a couple of glasses from the kitchen, returning to the lounge just in time to hear

Interesting choice….

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

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

the curve of my spine, along the nape of my neck and into my hair. His kiss is deep, demanding almost.

hand hovers below my breast, almost but not quite, cupping. “Kirstie?” His voice is rough, almost

my hand over his and pressing it

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

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

blouse, reaching inside and upwards, then stymied by the tightness of

Asking permission?

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

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

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

then up at the ceiling for

“Jeez….” he mutters.

his arms underneath to scoop me up, and glancing around the room, nods

“Bedroom?” he queries.

“Yes.” I smile.

smiles properly. It’s a big smile, lighting up his face and eyes, transforming his features, and it stays there as

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