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.

have to kneel for me,

not kneeling for my Master,” I say. “I’m kneeling for my

with that, I take his hard, beautiful cock into my mouth. It trembles and quivers between my lips as I gently suck at the seeping head, laving the delicate skin with the moist heat of my tongue. His pre-cum washes

the half-light, the skin slick with perspiration. His teeth are almost

a gift,

he says. “It’s amazing, and another evening, I want you to take me all the way, but tonight, I want to make love

behind me, releasing my bra and tugging it away from me. He stoops to take a nipple into his mouth, fingering the other, sucking, teething and mouthing, rolling, tweaking and pinching. They pucker tight, fire stabbing exquisitely

over the curve of my hips. My panties follow, his fingers hooked inside the

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

can’t reach you properly

lifts me up in his arms and places me, almost

so different to how it

yet…. somehow….

him jolts down to my pussy. I am drunk on

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

at my clit. With tongue

wave rises within, the coming tsunami. Arching, my spine strains to

and the rush takes

wail my release, his tongue still lapping at me, but

…. unbearable….