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….

body wants him. The warmth of his palm over my flesh is already sending

Kirstie?

“Yes.”

across my butt, hard enough

limits some more.… You’re getting very wet, you know,” he says. “I can see

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

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

growing short.

perhaps. For now….” The hand returns to my ass, settling over

Was that his thumb?

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 entrance and

and a fresh gush of wet heat surges from me. Climax is rising in me, stirring in my deeps, and I know that it is not going

inside

tension rises and my hips judder. And as the tormenting/arousing/exploring fingers

And ceases….

my sex, leaving me panting and trembling in the wake of my curtailed

can’t do that

he says calmly. “I think I can do whatever I want with

vibrating with the desire for climax, I

Kirstie?” I nod, my face still pressed against

in a

“Please, let me come….”

nub. Slick and wet with my own juices, his skin slips over mine,

against my buttocks. I yelp against the sting. It’s not truly painful, but contrasting sharply

Oh, God….

me come.