Choosing Her Lover

Chapter 21

‘Mine’…?

Am I his…?

I think I am….

He waits, saying nothing.

Waiting for my reaction?

Yes, I think so.

Biting my lower lip, I cup my breasts in my hands, lifting them, thumbing my nipples, pressing them together to exhibit my cleavage.

His eyes follow my movements. He’s keeping his cool, but I think I see the press of his erection showing. As I circle the darker halos of the areolae, the skin crinkles tighter and his pupils, widening, turn his already shadowed eyes all but black.

“Enough,” he says. My hands freeze in mid-movement.

His eyes lock with mine, then indicate down.

“You want me to….?”

“Show me.”

of my panties, his eyes tracking the movement. “Take them

truth, I am only too happy to take them off. My pussy is running hot, streaming and my panties are hideously uncomfortable. I strip them away

course, so can

up his glass from the side table, tasting the wine, a deep velvet crimson

“I want more than that. Lie back. Open your legs. Show me all of yourself. Show me what I’m

My breath catches again.

lie back onto the covers but laid out so flat, I’m not comfortable, and it

your head and shoulders,” he says. “I

to the coarse words. They should offend me, but instead, I well

the eye again. Perspiration runs down my

deep, gravelly edge. “Show me what you want me to do to you;

glass still in his hand. He sips at it,

to know you. I

then the other with the glass, easing

that I scent him. He smells of musk and lust and sex and masculinity and…. I want this man…. I want

but his eyes smile as they travel from my face to my pink and

better,” he says. “Show me, and I’ll give you everything you ask for. Everything

wantonness and desire, I trace the line of my swollen, almost melting folds with fingers that glide, wet and slippery from my

you want me to do,

away the hood of my

how beautiful you are, aroused like that. I can see that you’re embarrassed,

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