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.

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

for my Master,” I say.

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

him, arms stretched upwards, hands clasped behind his head. His heaving chest gleams in the half-light, the skin slick with perspiration. His teeth are almost bared, gritted against

he murmurs. “It feels like a gift,

you to take me all the way, but tonight, I want to make love with you on your

my cheek 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

his mouthful of nipple, he 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

as I step out of the panties, his face is pressing into my wet curls, his tongue probing beyond. I

is utterly magical, but after only a few moments, “I can’t reach you properly like

lifts me up in his arms and places

so different to how

yet…. somehow….

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

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

my clit. With tongue and thumb working to the same rhythm, he laps and kneads me, penetrates and massages me, drinks

coming tsunami. Arching, my

the wave breaks, and

lapping at me, but more gently

…. unbearable….