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,

my Master,” I say. “I’m kneeling for my

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

in the half-light, the

he murmurs. “It feels like a gift, that

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

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

with 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

is pressing into my wet curls, his tongue probing beyond. I moan and stagger as electric sensation

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

in his arms and places me, almost

how it was before

yet…. somehow…. the

sensual, and intense, 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. And the growing ache between

lithe movement, he swings across me, parting me at the knees, dropping to caress my clit with

pussy, he thumbs at my clit. With tongue and thumb working to the same rhythm, he

the coming tsunami. Arching, my spine strains

the wave breaks, and the rush

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

…. unbearable….