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.”

fingers into the top of my panties, his eyes tracking the movement. “Take them off,” he

take them off. My pussy is running hot, streaming and my panties are hideously uncomfortable. I strip

course, so

up his glass from the side table, tasting the

Lie back. Open your legs.

My breath catches again.

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

the bed. “Raise your head and shoulders,” he says. “I want you to be

the coarse words. They should offend me, but

again. Perspiration runs down my face

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

wine glass still in his hand.

I want to know

at first one, then the

beside me on the bed, close enough that I scent him. He smells of musk

don’t move, but

I’ll give you everything

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

sweet spot. Show me what you want me to do,

thumb away the hood

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 what gives

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