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.

for me,

for my Master,” I say.

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.

clasped behind his head. His heaving chest gleams in the half-light, the skin slick with perspiration. His teeth

you,” he murmurs. “It feels like a gift, that you will do this

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

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,

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

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 at the hips and my own fingers cage together around

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

in a smooth sweep, lifts me up in his arms

so different to how it was

yet…. somehow…. the

the look of him jolts down to my pussy.

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

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

the coming tsunami. Arching, my

breaks, and the rush

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

…. unbearable….