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.

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

I say. “I’m kneeling

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,

his head. His heaving chest gleams in the half-light, the skin slick with perspiration. His teeth are almost bared, gritted against the low

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

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

me. He stoops to take a nipple into his mouth, fingering the other, sucking,

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

my wet curls, his tongue probing beyond. I moan and stagger as electric sensation pulses through me,

“I can’t reach you properly like this.” he says. “Time to have you abed,

me up in his arms and places

so different to how it

somehow…. the

his expression carnal, almost predatory; and the look of him jolts down to my pussy. I am drunk on this man. I want to wallow in him.

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

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

rises within, the coming tsunami.

the wave breaks, and the

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

…. unbearable….