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.”

tracking the movement. “Take them off,” he says. “I want to see you;

streaming and my panties are hideously uncomfortable. I strip them away to reveal my dark curls, glistening wet. Uncertainly, I run my fingers through the

of course, so can

my body, he picks up his glass from the side table, tasting the wine, a

Open your legs.

My breath catches again.

flat, I’m not comfortable, and

stands from the chair, pulls pillows from the bed. “Raise your head and shoulders,” he says. “I want you to be able to move. And I want

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

I can look him in the eye again. Perspiration runs down my face and I’m sure that my mascara must be

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

the wine glass still in his hand. He sips at it, watching me with his

I want to know you. I

nudges at first one, then the other with the glass,

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

able. His lips don’t move, but his eyes smile as

I’ll give

heady mix of lust and excitement, wantonness and desire, I trace the line of my

what you want me to

the hood of my

have no idea how beautiful you are, aroused like that. I can see

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