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.”

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

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

course,

glass from the

says. “I want more than that. Lie back. Open your legs. Show

My breath catches again.

but laid out so flat, I’m not comfortable, and

head and shoulders,” he says. “I want you to be able to move. And I want to see your face as well

to the coarse words. They should offend

in the eye again. Perspiration runs down my face and I’m sure that my mascara must be running, but he doesn’t

edge. “Show me what you want me to do to you; where you want me to touch you, how you want

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

to know you. I

nudges at first one, then the other

instead, he sits beside me on the bed, close enough that I scent him. He smells of musk and lust and

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

give you everything you

the line of my swollen, almost melting

Show me what you want me

away the

he says. “You have no idea how beautiful you are, aroused like that. I can see that you’re embarrassed, but please don’t be timid with me. Give yourself to me. Show me

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