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.

to kneel for me, Kirstie. I don’t need to

my Master,” I say. “I’m kneeling for

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 inside my mouth, with its subtle briny taste, and I inhale the clean sandal-wood muskiness of his groin. And as I suckle on him, basking in his perfume, my pussy warms and wells, readying me

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

like a

to take me all the way,

over the 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, teething and mouthing,

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,

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

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

sweep, lifts me up in his arms and places me, almost

so different to how

yet…. somehow….

to my pussy. I am drunk on this man. I want to wallow in

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

my clit. With tongue and thumb working to the same rhythm, he laps

wave rises within, the coming tsunami. Arching, my

breaks, and

my release, his tongue still lapping at me, but more gently now, drawing out

…. unbearable….