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 need to Master you

I say. “I’m

with the moist heat of my tongue. His pre-cum washes inside

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

like a gift, that you will do this

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

and tugging it away from me.

my response. With quick, economic movements, he unzips my skirt, slipping it down over the curve of my hips. My panties follow, his fingers hooked inside the filmy satin as dropping to his knees,

tongue probing beyond. I moan and stagger as electric sensation pulses through me, but

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

a smooth sweep, lifts me up in his arms and

so different to how

yet…. somehow….

look of him jolts down to my pussy. I am drunk on this man. I want to wallow in him. And

swings across me, parting me at the knees, dropping to caress my clit with his

won’t take long. I know that. I’m 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

coming tsunami. Arching, my

and

at me, but more gently

…. unbearable….