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.

“You don’t have to kneel for me, Kirstie.

for my Master,” I

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

in the half-light, the skin slick with perspiration. His

“It feels like a gift, that

I want you to take me all the way,

then, in his turn, unbuttons my blouse, drawing long strokes with his fingers 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, rolling, tweaking and pinching. They pucker tight, fire stabbing exquisitely down and through to my already heated core, and gasping, I tremble under the touch of my lover, fingers digging reflexively into the

smiles at 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, descending, he slides them

of my thighs, and 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 pulses through me, but he grips me in support

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

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

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

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 thumb working to the same rhythm, he laps and kneads

the coming tsunami.

wave breaks, and

but more gently now,

…. unbearable….