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.

me, Kirstie.

kneeling for my Master,” I

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 inside my mouth, with its subtle

His heaving chest gleams in the half-light, the skin slick with perspiration. His teeth are almost

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

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

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,

movements, he unzips my skirt, slipping it down over the curve of my hips. My panties follow, his fingers hooked

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

but after only a few moments, “I can’t reach you properly like this.” he says. “Time to

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

to how it

somehow…. the

to my pussy. I am drunk on this man. I want to wallow in him. And the growing ache between

to caress my clit with his

I’m already halfway along the road. His mouth over my pussy, he thumbs at my clit.

the coming tsunami. Arching, my

wave breaks, and the rush takes

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

…. unbearable….