Choosing Her Lover

*****

He unlocks the door and nods me through. As soon as we are inside, he pulls me tight to him, looking at me with eyes of pure sin.

“I want you naked,” he says. “I’ll get wine. You go through to the bedroom. I’ll be with you in a couple of minutes.” Then, he pushes me towards the bedroom door.

In the bedroom, I dim the lights and, undressing, lay my clothes carefully on a chair. Taking a few moments to brush my hair and check my makeup, I stretch out on the bed, waiting for my Lover.

He joins me a minute or so later, bottle and glasses in hand, pausing at the door to let his eyes travel my body, his gaze admiring.

He pours two glasses, passing one to me.

“You look beautiful,” he says. “and I’m going to enjoy taking you at my leisure.”

My pussy is melting and I think he sees the quiver that runs through me. “Turn over,” he says. “I want you on all fours this time.”

He’s doing it to me again…. with his words….

He sits beside me on the bed, still fully clothed, me naked, on hands and knees. “You look lovely, Kirstie. I like seeing you like this, naked for me….” his hand presses between my shoulder blades. “…. but I would like you a little lower. Rest your head on the bed with your face towards me.”

The pressure on my back increases. It’s not rough or painful, but inexorable, irresistible. “That’s it,” he says. “Head down…. Now….”

His hand grazes over my buttocks and down the back of my thighs. “…. part your knees a little further. I want to be able to easily reach what is mine.”

“Yours?”

Yes, yours….

“Yes, mine….” His hand cups my sex, the pads of his fingers resting over my clit. “This is mine. You understand me?”

A shudder runs through me. I should resent this. When we met, I was clear that I wanted no suggestion that we were more than casual, but….

Damn the man….

wants him. The warmth of his palm over my flesh is already sending my core temperature rising. Somehow, he imprints

safe words, Kirstie? Redbreast and

“Yes.”

across my butt, hard enough to sting. I gasp and my pussy

pain, Kirstie, but I do want to explore your limits some more.… You’re getting very wet, you know,” he says. “I can see

offer them to my lips. “Taste yourself, Kirstie. That’s what I’ll be tasting when I’m ready and I decide to

my thighs. I hear his sigh of satisfaction. “Yes, that’s it. That’s what I want; your arousal. Do you

breath is growing short.

The hand returns to my ass, settling over my dripping labia and once more dipping

Was that his thumb?

into my pussy; first one, then two…. I lose count, but I’m being stretched open. At the same moment, there is pressure at my rear

crook, pressing against my inner walls and a fresh gush of wet heat surges from me. Climax is rising in me,

he gets inside me…. Inside my

judder. And as the tormenting/arousing/exploring fingers and thumb

And ceases….

simply resting on my sex, leaving me panting and trembling in the wake

Don’t stop. You can’t do

Kirstie,” he says calmly. “I think I can

vibrating with the desire

want to come, Kirstie?” I nod, my face still pressed against the

in a while

“Please, let me come….”

with the quivering nub. Slick and wet with my own

the fingers withdraw. and this time, there is a Slap! against my buttocks. I

Oh, God….

me come.