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.

“You don’t have to kneel for me, Kirstie. I don’t need to Master you all the

I say. “I’m

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

His heaving chest gleams in the half-light, the

a gift, that you will do this

another evening, I want you to take me all the way, but tonight, I want to make love

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, and

response. With quick, economic movements, he unzips my skirt, slipping it down over the curve of my

tongue probing beyond. I moan and stagger as electric sensation pulses through me, but he

but after only a few moments, “I can’t reach you properly like this.” he says. “Time to

smooth sweep, lifts me up in his arms and places

how it was before

somehow….

dark and sensual, and intense, his expression carnal, almost predatory; and the look of him jolts down to my pussy. I am

swings across me, parting me at the knees, dropping to caress my clit with his tongue. Lightning sizzles through

take long. I know that. I’m already halfway along the road. His mouth over my pussy, he thumbs at my clit. With

wave rises within, the coming tsunami. Arching, my spine

and the rush takes

lapping at me, but

…. unbearable….