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, Kirstie. I don’t need to Master you all the

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

the delicate skin with the moist heat of my tongue. His pre-cum washes inside my mouth, with its subtle briny taste, and

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

“It feels like a gift, that you will do

abruptly, he bends. “Enough,” he says. “It’s amazing, and another evening, I want you to take me all the way, but

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 into his mouth, fingering the other, sucking,

his mouthful of nipple, he smiles at my response. With quick, economic movements, he unzips my skirt, slipping it down over the curve of my hips. My panties follow, his fingers

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 cage together around his head, keeping

few moments, “I can’t reach

sweep, lifts me up in his arms

so different to how it

yet…. somehow…. the

my

me at the knees, dropping to caress my

already halfway along the road. His mouth over my pussy, he thumbs at my clit. With tongue and thumb working to the same rhythm, he laps and kneads me, penetrates and massages

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

wave breaks, and the

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

…. unbearable….