Choosing Her Lover

Chapter 7

The restaurant Ben chooses is beautiful. It’s not huge and not overly expensive, but the food is excellent, and he has booked us a niche where we are very private.

Soft music drifts around us, and the staff are lovely; all smiles and courtesy as they bring the food and wine before they vanish discreetly while we eat.

A couple of hours comes and then goes, drifting by in a pleasant mix of chit-chat, good food, and better wine. From NôvelDrama.Org.

As we finish the coffee, Ben says, “Can I walk you home again?”

“Of course you can.”

We stroll through the dark streets, the summer air warm and fragrant. Ben slips his fingers into mine and we stroll along, holding hands.

On the doorstep, he hovers and then, without asking, embraces me. Unlike the first time on my doorstep, he does not hold back. His kiss is deep and passionate, one hand knotting into my hair. His pupils are wide, and through his chest, his heart hammers through to mine.

Oh my God. He’s in love with me….

This can’t be right. It’s too soon….

But pussy is calling. I want a man inside me.

He breaks away from the kiss, then simply stands, holding me close, his head resting over mine. “Kirstie….”

Should I do this? Is it fair to him?

Torn as to what is right, and what right now I want, I vacillate.

“Kirstie, can I come in?”

He wants me. He really wants me….

“Yes, you can come in.”

He stoops to kiss my cheek. “Thank you.”

I unlock the door and then, leading Ben by the hand, take him upstairs to my small apartment.

He glances around. “Nice,” he comments. He is smiling, in a way that I have not seen him smile before, some of his grimness washed away by the curve of his lips.

He really should smile more….

“Would you like a coffee?” I ask. “Or a glass of wine?”

“Wine sounds good.”

“Make yourself comfortable.” I wave towards the settee, but he doesn’t sit, instead checking over my cd’s. “Mind if I put something on?” he asks.

“Not at all. See what’s there that you like. White or red?”

“Red, please.”

I fetch a bottle of Rioja and a couple of glasses from the kitchen, returning to the lounge just in time to hear K D Lang’s ‘Constant Craving’ murmuring across the room.

Interesting choice….

I pour the wine, passing a glass to Ben. He sips it politely, but his eyes don’t leave mine, and I feel that he is very much tasting the wine simply for the form of it. After a moment or so, he puts his glass to one side, then taking my glass from me, puts that down too.

“I’m not here for wine,” he says, and his arms slide around me again at waist and shoulder.

And now, he is not holding back. His palms travel my body; the curve of my spine, along the nape of my neck and into my hair. His kiss is deep, demanding almost. He smells deeply masculine and tastes the same.

His hand hovers below my breast, almost but not quite, cupping. “Kirstie?” His voice is rough, almost gravelly.

“Yes,” I say, sliding my hand over his and pressing it against my flesh.

His fingers squeeze into my breast and his breath grows ragged. “God, but I want you.”

The sheer intensity of his desire is setting me alight. My reservations over the wisdom of what I am doing, dissolve into a haze of lust as my core wells hot. I want this man now. I want him in my bed and inside me.

He slips his hand under my blouse, reaching inside and upwards, then stymied by the tightness of the garment, removes the hand again, and with a very brief glance into my eyes….

Asking permission?

…. he starts to unbutton my blouse. Bending close, he kisses the rounded tops of my breasts, then cupping with one hand, he unclips my bra with the other.

The room is coolish, and as the air wafts across my skin, my nipples tighten and crinkle. He fastens his mouth around one, suckling gently as he works the other between thumb and forefinger, rolling and

tugging.

My breathing is growing heavier, my panties becoming warm and moist. Ben’s hand works its way down to the hem of my skirt, slipping upwards and inwards to stroke my thighs, and I whimper as my pussy quivers. He reaches further, a finger slipping between my legs, rubbing at the crotch of my panties. As he discovers my warm wetness, he pulls out from my skirt, reaching back around me to unzip, tugging it down with both hands.

He stands back, looking away, then up at the ceiling for a moment, breathing heavily, his face glistening with perspiration.

“Jeez….” he mutters.

Abruptly, he stoops, his arms underneath to scoop me up, and glancing around the room, nods towards a door.

“Bedroom?” he queries.

“Yes.” I smile.

He carries me through, levering the door handle with an elbow, and places me on the bed. And now, he smiles properly. It’s a big smile, lighting up his face and eyes, transforming his features, and it stays there as he strips off shirt, shoes and trousers. Seeing him clearly for the first time, he’s a good-looking man, well built, his muscles firm. I arch back onto the bed, ready to welcome his body into mine.

After a moment, he looks embarrassed, retrieving the trousers to pull something from his pocket. “Um, I don’t want to seem as though I was making assumptions, but I was hoping….” He holds up a small foil packet, then placing on the bedside table, lies beside me, naked save for his boxers.

And now, he seems nervous. “What’s wrong?” I ask, stroking his hair as he hovers over me, his weight on an elbow.

He caresses my cheek, his fingers soft. “I don’t want to screw this up,” he says. “It’s…. it’s been a while and…. and I’m hoping that you and I really have something. I think that we do.”

Oh, Jeez…. I really shouldn’t be doing this….

But I’m here now, all but naked with him, and as he presses himself against me, scattering kisses over my breasts and belly, the warming curl of arousal smokes up inside me, igniting as it goes.

Ben flows over me, his body resting over mine. Thumbs tug into the top of my panties. “Do you think we really need these?”

“I don’t think so. And what about these?” I insert a finger into the waistband of his shorts and snap the elastic back. His shaft is pressing outwards, and the elastic skims the head as it releases.

“Ouch! Be careful, Woman.” he laughs. “You’re endangering my assets.” Quickly he strips the boxers away, then turns his attention back to me.

His face turns intense. Moving to crouch above me on all fours, he kisses the side of my face, then slides around to my neck. He leaves a trail of kisses from the tender area behind my ear to the hollow of my collarbone. Travelling further, his lips trail between my breasts and across my belly. Briefly, he nuzzles at the top of my panties, before slipping his fingers under and pulling them away.

I expect him to continue, to kiss between my thighs, to open me, to lick and suck my clit, to bring me to climax; but he doesn’t. Instead, taking a moment to rip foil, he nudges my knees apart to lie between, his cock pushing at me….

Is that it? Clothes off and straight in there?

Fortunately, I am already aroused, my pussy warm and wet, and as he eases into me, my flesh shivers around him. Ben is well built and his shaft stretches me as he penetrates.

Maybe this will be enough….

As he thrusts, I start to rock with him, to match his movements, but he says “Just let me do the work. Let me make love to you.”

So, I lie there as he fucks me; flat on my back, passive; simply receiving. After a few minutes, he gasps and grunts, grinding at me. Then he kisses me.

“That was wonderful,” he says.

I lie quietly for what seems a polite period, then “Want some more of that wine?” I ask.

“Why not?” he says. “After such a wonderful evening.”