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.

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

for my Master,” I say. “I’m kneeling for my

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

I see him, arms stretched upwards, hands clasped behind his head. His heaving chest gleams in the half-light, the skin slick with perspiration. His teeth are almost bared,

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

hastening, abruptly, he bends. “Enough,” he says. “It’s amazing, and another evening, I want you to take me all the way, but tonight, I want to make love with you on your back,

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, teething and mouthing, rolling, tweaking and pinching. They pucker tight, fire stabbing exquisitely down

with 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.

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

moments, “I can’t reach you properly like this.” he says.

stands, and in a smooth sweep, lifts me up in his arms and places

different to how it

somehow….

jolts down to my pussy. I am drunk on

knees, dropping to caress my clit with his tongue. Lightning sizzles through me, thunder

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 me, drinks

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

and

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

…. unbearable….