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, Kirstie. I don’t need

my Master,” I say. “I’m kneeling for

mouth. It trembles and quivers 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 clean sandal-wood muskiness of his groin. And as I suckle on him, basking in his perfume, my pussy warms and wells, readying me

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 will do

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

tugging it away from me. He stoops to

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

beyond. I moan and

moments, “I can’t reach you properly

me up in his arms and

different to how it was before with

yet…. somehow…. the

him jolts down to my pussy. I am drunk on this man. I want to wallow in him. And the growing ache between my legs

movement, he swings across me, parting me at the knees, dropping to caress my clit with his tongue. Lightning sizzles through me, thunder rocking and rolling inside my

thumbs at my clit. With tongue and thumb

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

and

at me, but more gently now,

…. unbearable….