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.

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

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

the delicate skin with the moist heat of my tongue. His pre-cum

I see 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 the low moan

he murmurs. “It feels like a gift, that you

abruptly, he bends. “Enough,” he says. “It’s amazing, and another evening, I want you to take

lifts me effortlessly upright to face him. He caresses 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 stoops to take a nipple

he unzips my skirt, slipping it down over the curve of my hips. My panties follow, his

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 at the hips and my own

“I can’t reach you properly

and in a smooth sweep, lifts me up in his arms

how it was

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

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

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

wave rises within, the coming tsunami. Arching, my spine strains to meet

and the

his tongue still lapping at me, but more gently now,

…. unbearable….