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.”
to kiss
then, leading Ben by the hand, take him upstairs to my
that I have not seen him smile before, some of his grimness washed away by the
should
like a coffee?” I ask. “Or a
“Wine sounds good.”
the settee, but he doesn’t sit, instead checking over my
at all. See what’s there
“Red, please.”
bottle of Rioja and a couple of glasses from the kitchen, returning to the lounge just in time to hear K
Interesting choice….
the 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, he puts his glass to one side, then taking
wine,” he says, and his arms slide around me again at waist and
nape of my neck and into my hair. His kiss is deep, demanding almost. He smells deeply masculine and
my breast, almost but not quite, cupping.
over his
fingers squeeze into my breast and his breath grows ragged. “God, but I want
reservations over the wisdom of what I am doing, dissolve into a haze of lust
reaching inside and upwards, then stymied by the tightness of the garment, removes the hand again, and with a very brief
Asking permission?
he starts to unbutton my blouse. Bending close, he kisses the rounded tops of my breasts, then cupping with one
and as the air wafts across my skin, my nipples tighten and crinkle. He fastens his mouth around one, suckling gently as
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
back, looking away, then up at the ceiling for
“Jeez….” he mutters.
he stoops, his arms underneath to scoop me up, and glancing around
“Bedroom?” he queries.
“Yes.” I smile.
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 him clearly for the first time, he’s a good-looking man, well built, his muscles firm. I arch back onto the bed, ready
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