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.
His voice is husky. “You don’t have to kneel for me, Kirstie. I don’t need to Master you all the time.”
“I’m not kneeling for my Master,” I say. “I’m kneeling for my Lover.”
And with that, I take his hard, beautiful cock into my 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 for him.
Looking up, 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 exhales.

“Thank you,” he murmurs. “It feels like a gift, that you will do this for me.”
His breath hastening, abruptly, he bends. “Enough,” he says. “It’s amazing, and another evening, I want you to take me all the
way, but tonight, I want to make love with you on your back, and under me.”
Hands under my arms, he 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 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
gasping, I tremble under the touch of my lover, fingers digging reflexively into the back of his skull.
Even with his mouthful of nipple, he smiles at my response. With quick, economic movements, he unzips 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 knees,
descending, he slides them down.
The heat of his breath settles at the vee of my thighs, and as 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 fingers cage together around his head, keeping me upright.
It is utterly magical, but after only a few moments, “I can’t reach you properly like this.” he says. “Time to have you abed, my
Lady.”
He stands, and in a smooth sweep, lifts me up in his arms and places me, almost reverently, on the bed.
It’s so different to how it was before with him....
And yet.... somehow.... the same....
His eyes are dark and 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 wallow in him. And the growing ache between my legs demands it.
In a lithe 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 head.
It won’t take long. I know that. I’m already halfway along the road. His mouth over my pussy, he thumbs at my clit. With tongue
and thumb working to the same rhythm, he laps and kneads me, penetrates and massages me, drinks from me and....

The wave rises within, the coming tsunami. Arching, my spine strains to meet him....
And the wave breaks, and the rush takes me.
I wail my release, his tongue still lapping at me, but more gently now, drawing out the moment before it becomes....
.... unbearable....
“Stop! Raven, Ryan. Raven.”
He sits up, his mouth wet. “That’s a good time to call your safe words.” he smiles. As I lie there, looking up at him, still
shuddering in the aftermath of orgasm, he says “You’re good for me, you know. And I think that I’m good for you.”
Then he kneels up between my thighs.
And as I stare up at him, he morphs into Dom mode. Heat in his eyes, he pins me with his gaze, “In the time to come,” he says, “I
am going to pleasure you over and again. I am going to have you, in my bed, over the hood of my car, against the wall and
anywhere else it pleases me to do so.
“I am going to give you spine-arching, finger-curling, orgasms whenever I can. I want to see you with your mascara smeared,
just-got-laid hair and your lips swollen, and I am going to fuck you until you walk bow-legged and they’re all cheering me out on
the street.”
Speechless, I simply lie there, drinking him in. “Nothing to say?”
I shake my head.
“No arguments?”
“No, Master.”
“Good. And now I’m going to fuck you hard and I want to hear you scream....”
Kirstie and Ryan Return In 'Masters and Lovers' (Part Three - The Sin of The Parent')
And if you would like to read about where Kirstie first met James and Michael, read 'Mastering the Virgin'