Choosing Her Lover

But no, as he pulls back to look me in the face, his eyes are alight.

He traces the outline of my lips with a finger. “I love you too, Kirstie. I’ll admit, it’s unexpected to me. But I do love you.” Then his mouth falls over mine and he pulls me in tight at waist and hip.

“Ah, jeez….” he mutters.

“Something wrong?”

“Nope, quite the opposite.” He chuckles. “I need to get out of these pants. They’re killing me.”

I giggle, my fist against my mouth.

His voice rich with mock anger, “Don’t laugh, Kirstie. A man has some pride in these things.” He struggles with his belt.

“Here, let me,” I say.

I kiss him on the mouth, reaching down to unbuckle and unzip him, sliding soft fabric down past lean hips and tightly muscled thighs, until he steps free. Then gradually moving south, I kiss the tip of his nose, his chin and the tender skin of his collarbone. Slowly, I slip free each button of his shirt, then his cuffs and slide the garment back from his shoulders.

His bared chest my canvas, with his broad shoulders and fine scattering of black hair, I stroke and kiss the firm skin, the tight muscles, all the while slowly dropping.

He knows where this is going, and as I gradually fall to my knees, he shudders against my open mouth.

husky. “You don’t have to kneel for me, Kirstie. I don’t

I say. “I’m kneeling

His pre-cum washes inside my mouth, with its subtle briny taste, and I inhale the clean sandal-wood muskiness of his

I see him, arms stretched upwards, hands clasped behind his head. His heaving chest gleams in the half-light, the

murmurs. “It feels like a gift, that you will do this

and another evening, I want you to take me all the way, but tonight, I

He caresses my cheek then, in his turn, unbuttons my blouse, drawing long strokes with his fingers over the pale skin of my breasts. A hand cupping one, he reaches behind me, releasing my bra and tugging it away from me. He stoops to take a nipple

down over the curve of my hips. My panties

vee of my thighs, and as I step out of the panties, his face is pressing into my wet curls, his tongue probing beyond. I moan and stagger as electric sensation pulses through me, but he grips me in support at the hips and my own fingers

is utterly magical, but after only a few moments, “I can’t reach you properly like this.” he says. “Time to have you abed, my

up in his arms and places me,

different to how it

yet…. somehow….

and intense, his expression carnal, almost predatory; and the look of him jolts down to my pussy. I am drunk on this man. I want to wallow in him. And the growing ache between my legs demands

at the knees, dropping to caress my clit with his tongue. Lightning sizzles through me, thunder rocking and rolling inside

road. His mouth over my pussy, he thumbs at my clit. With tongue

tsunami. Arching, my spine

and the

release, his tongue still lapping at me, but more gently now, drawing out the

…. unbearable….