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

the door and then, leading Ben by

in a way that I have not seen him smile before, some of his grimness washed away by the curve

should smile

you like a coffee?” I ask. “Or a

“Wine sounds good.”

I wave towards the settee, but he doesn’t sit, instead checking

there that you like. White

“Red, please.”

kitchen, returning to the lounge just in time

Interesting choice….

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 my glass from me,

his arms slide

my spine, along the nape of my

hovers below my breast, almost but not quite,

I say, sliding my hand over his and pressing it

and his breath grows

am doing, dissolve into a haze of lust as my core wells hot. I want this man now. I want him

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

Asking permission?

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

and crinkle. He fastens his mouth around one, suckling gently as he works the other between

I whimper as my pussy quivers. He reaches further, a finger slipping between my legs,

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

“Jeez….” he mutters.

to scoop me up, and glancing around

“Bedroom?” he queries.

“Yes.” I smile.

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

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