Choosing Her Lover

*****
Once again, I find myself in the company of this delectable man in a lovely restaurant. He is quiet though. He seems to
concentrate on his food, but whenever I look up at him, he is watching me, then he looks away as he sees me notice.
“Is something wrong?”
He hesitates. “I’m not sure.”
“Are you upset with me about something?”
“No, not at all, but I don’t want you to be upset with me either.”
“I’m sorry, but I’m not following you.”
He puts down his knife and fork, resting his chin on steepled fingers. He starts to speak, stops, starts again, and finally....
“I wanted to pass something by you, but if you don’t like it, then that’s fine. I want you to ignore it.”
“Alright.... But what are we talking about?”
He swallows hard. “I realise that we barely know each other, but the thing is, I would like to know you better....”
Where’s this going?
“And I know that you said at the start, very clearly, that you didn’t want to be ‘tied at the hip’.... And that’s what I wanted too....
then.... The thing is.... that although my work involves a lot of travelling and my er.... base is out west, it doesn’t need to be. My
apartment is only rented and so long as I have good road access and an internet connection, it really doesn’t matter where I
live....”
“So...?”
“So, I could get an apartment here, in the City and we could see each other more regularly, and for me, more easily. How....
would you feel about that?”
His expression is a mixture of hope, caution, and worry. I don’t reply immediately. As the silence stretches out, worry takes over.
“Forget I said it,” he says. “I don’t mean to pressure you into something you never signed up for.”

“You’re not pressuring me, and yes, I think I’d like to get to know you better as well.”
His face lights up. “Really? That’s wonderful. I thought I might scare you off entirely.” He picks up his cutlery again and starts
tucking in with gusto.
“No, not at all. In fact....” And now, I swallow my words.
“What?” he hovers, his fork midway to his mouth.
I suck in my lips. Is this my turn to say too much?
“Come on. I said my piece. You now.” he says.
“.... In fact.... I think I’m falling for you.”
He pauses, stares at me, then puts his fork down again, his expression unreadable. Leaning across the table, he kisses me on
the cheek, whispering close by me, “Finish your meal....”
Finish my meal?
“.... I want to get you alone. I want you naked and shrieking while I lick you out. And you’re going to gush into my mouth while I
tongue you to Coming.”
And as I to chew my steak, I try to ignore the heat of my soaking panties.
*****
Outside Ryan’s hotel room, he unlocks the door then pushes me through with a hand between my shoulder blades. Following me
in, he kicks back with one foot to close the door.
Without speaking he takes me, wraps his arms around me and opens his mouth over mine.
“I made you stay silent last time,” he says. “This time, you’re going to scream for me.” And with that, without asking, and without
even trying to unbutton it, he pulls my blouse up and over my head. My bra comes off next and my skirt, unzipped and pushed
down, quickly follows, leaving me just in panties.
I’m about to be taken....

Without ceremony, Ryan pushes me back onto the bed, shoving me hard enough on the chest to simply drop me backwards. I
flop down, my legs dangling awkwardly over the edge of the mattress. Lying back on my elbows, I watch as he strips off. There is
nothing subtle about this. His shirt is quickly tossed to one side. He kicks off shoes and shrugs out of his pants....
“God!” he says. “I’m glad to get out of those. That was really uncomfortable.”
His erection is huge, standing high against his tight stomach, nestled against a bed of black hair. He is already flowing, a trickle
glistening from the tip.
He looks down at me. “You have no idea how much I want to simply fuck you hard, but I’m not going to.” He drops to his knees,
pushes between my thighs and grabbing hold of me, pulls me forwards, tilting up my hips until he has easy reach of me.
“And now,” he says, “we’ll see how well I can make you come.”
My pussy is already twitching, swollen and sopping. Despite finishing our meal quickly, I have had a good thirty minutes to think
about Ryan’s dinner-table promise.
This isn’t going to take long....
Parting my pussy lips with fingers, holding me open, he examines me, brow furrowed in concentration. He glances up for a
moment. “You’re flooding,” he comments.
He smiles up at me. “So.... I can arouse you before I’ve touched you....” Then, dipping his head, he plants his mouth around my
pussy.
I am already most of the way there, his words in the restaurant echoing inside my head for the last half hour. Sheer anticipation
is working sorcery on my sex.
He plunges his tongue deep inside me, pressing his face against me to penetrate as deeply as he can. I gasp, sucking in air as
my muscles spasm exquisitely around him, then I wail as I release my breath.
Swiping out my steaming passage, he sucks and licks and laps at me, taking a break only to work my erect clit. I want to struggle
against the sheer, ravishing intensity of it, but he pins me, holding me firmly in his grip, his arms locked around my thighs.
Jerking and bucking against the orgasm which is rapidly spiralling up and out from my core, I snatch at the air, my fingers
clutching at nothing as my body helter-skelters to a climax which....

.... it breaks, and I scream. My cunt pulses and throbs, sending waves of tension and pleasure and lightning and rapture
detonating through me. The sheer stunning ferocity of my orgasm sends me pitching and lurching strongly enough that I actually
break free of Ryan’s vice-like grip, howling as I do so. He grabs hold of me again, fixing himself against me, working my
ecstatic/tortured flesh until, finally, it is too much and...
“Stop! Stop. Please, stop....”
Instantly he breaks away from me, but standing, he pushes me across the bed, then flips me onto all fours. Pushing me down at
the shoulders, he seizes my wrists, pulling them behind me, leaving me to flop down onto my chest, face pressed sideways
against the duvet. Holding my wrists, once more he plunges into me, this time with his cock.
I expect him to ram into me, but now he changes pace. He thrusts, but slowly; penetrating entirely, forcing himself all the way
inside me, then withdrawing completely. As he enters me, the bulging head of his cock squeezes past the inner muscle ring and
his thick shaft drives it gradually and inexorably home.
I’m still seeing stars, racked by my previous climax, but as he circles my wrists with one hand to release the other, he reaches to
manipulate my clit. Almost with despair, I realise that he intends to wring another orgasm from me.
“God, Ryan. I can’t....”
“You can. You’re going to,” he replies quietly.
He twists his hips, aiming his erection at my g-spot and I judder and moan as my pussy vibrates and clenches. Quaking and
quivering, lost to everything except the storm of sensation, I simply surrender myself to this man.
His slow repeated thrusts, the winding spirals of my clit, once more take me to the edge. I teeter on the brink of the precipice, my
pussy twitching. Releasing my wrists entirely, his cock sheathed inside me, one hand working my clit, Ryan draws a finger down
my spine, the nail scraping my skin, then continuing down and through my folds, he coats the finger in my juices. Sliding back
up, the finger hovers and presses inwards to my back passage. His shaft buried deep in my pussy, one hand winding circles
around my clit; in and out, he finger-fucks my ass
And without warning, I orgasm again. Wailing helplessly, as my cunt spasms once more, I am vaguely aware that Ryan too is
climaxing, my flesh shuddering around him as he presses home, spurting into me.
Grunting as he comes, he thrusts twice, thrice more; quick short strokes that spill into me as he rides the wave. Until, as he
releases his flesh from mine, he drops back onto the sheets beside me, his hair saturated and plastered to his skin.

For myself, I know that I can only look well-fucked; hair askew and panda-eyed, but Ryan glances sideways towards me,
grinning, then turns onto his side to face me.
Moving closer, one arm encircling me, he drops his head to my chest, his face resting above my breasts. Almost immediately, his
breathing drops to the slow steady rhythm of one asleep.
I’m tempted to get up, dress and leave, but it does no harm to stay for a while....