Choosing Her Lover
Chapter 40
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.
voice is husky. “You don’t have to kneel for me, Kirstie. I don’t
Master,” I say.
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
in the half-light, the skin slick with perspiration. His teeth are almost bared, gritted against the low
a gift, that you will
“Enough,” he says. “It’s amazing, and another evening, I want you to take me all the way, but tonight,
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,
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
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 his head, keeping
only a few moments, “I can’t reach you properly like this.” he says. “Time to
up in his arms and places me, almost reverently,
how it was before with
yet…. somehow…. the
intense, his expression carnal, almost predatory; and the look of him jolts down to my pussy. I am drunk on this
knees, dropping to caress my clit with his tongue. Lightning sizzles through me, thunder
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 me, penetrates and massages me, drinks from
within, the coming tsunami. Arching, my
the wave breaks, and
release, his tongue still lapping at me, but more gently now,
…. unbearable….
About Choosing Her Lover - Chapter 40
Choosing Her Lover is the best current series of the author Denis Palmer. With the below Chapter 40 content will make us lost in the world of love and hatred interchangeably, despite all the tricks to achieve the goal without any concern for the other half, and then regret. late. Please read chapter Chapter 40 and update the next chapters of this series at novelebook.com