13: BRYNLEE

“Where did you get your amazing cooking skills from?” I ask, sitting at the table and forking another piece of lamb.

Ambrose cooked a roast rack of lamb covered in an herb sauce, roasted potatoes, braised carrots, and creamed spinach.

“I’ve always had them,” he says, his hazel eyes twinkling.

“No, you did not. I remember when you couldn’t cook something as simple as spaghetti. So, boy, please. Keep it real,” I laugh.

“I am.”

“No, you’re not,” I say, pointing my fork at him. “This is so delicious. I swear if I hadn’t been sitting here at that island watching you, I wouldn’t have believed that you cooked this yourself.”

“Honestly, I took some cooking lessons a few years ago. Now, I just find whatever I want to cook on Pinterest or YouTube, and I make it. Sometimes, I challenge myself to create my own recipes,” he explains.

I take another bite, close my eyes, and moan my pleasure. I feel his heated gaze on me, which forces me to open my eyes. Those golden orbs are shooting sparks of fire as he slowly works his lips around his food.

“Sorry,” I mutter.

Ambrose reaches his hand across the table and grabs mine. He rubs a thumb in the palm of my hand slowly and then again. I cross my legs under the table.

“Baby, I promised you that we would spend time together on a few dates that didn’t consist of sex. Just us getting to know each other again. But if you keep fucking moaning over that food like that with those tits boosted up the way that they are, you won’t be the only spread on this table tonight getting consumed.”

“Oh,” I say, smirking.

“Keep playing with me, Bryn, and I’ll have you spread on this table so fast while I feast on that delectable pussy first before I impale you on this table with my dick, preventing you from moving.”

He says all that shit so fast and so low, in a sexy growl that I’m wiggling in my seat. My panties are wet because I want him to do everything to me that he threatened. Yet, it was my idea. I needed to know if what was happening between Ambrose and me wasn’t just my horniness at work for lack of sex over the last few months or just a purely physical attraction between us.

I needed to know that what’s happening is based on a genuine connection that we have with each other. Therefore, I proposed to him after the night in Atlanta that we go out or spend some quality time together getting to know each other again.

I told him that I thought perhaps we were moving way too fast. He disagreed with that comment, but he agreed with going out to get to know each other again. So far, we’ve had a couple of dates. We went back to Atlanta and attended a Braves game together and had dinner at the Yard House.

Our next date was a day of miniature golf, bumper cars, and a paint-and-sip event. The evening ended at Moretti’s Grill with dinner and drinks at downtown Ocean Falls.

It was nice having dinner on the rooftop of the restaurant, overlooking the ocean.

Today’s date was more relaxed. We’ve spent it decorating his front door, porch, and yard for Halloween. After we’d finished, we watched a game of football, and then he surprised me by cooking this amazing dinner.

“Do you think kids are going to come all the way up your long ass driveway to trick-or-treat?” I ask.

Ambrose has a large house that sits far back from the street with a long driveway. He has several acres of land, and his neighbors don’t sit close by. Everyone in this upscale community has a lot of land and large homes.

“They come every year without fail,” he says.

“I love that you decorate for the kids.”

“Cee-Cee would kill me if I didn’t.”

“She enjoys handing out candy?”

“She does. Maybe you should join us this year.”

“I don’t know, we’ll see.”

“You can be the sexy neighbor lady. Or we can get some practice in tonight. I’m not feeling so great, and I need a nurse to take care of me. Preferably one who doesn’t wear panties and has tits spilling out of her costume.”

“What’s for dessert?” I ask, rolling my eyes and changing the topic as I lick my fork and then my lips.

“You if you lick your lips like that one more time,” he says, watching me closely as his eyes narrow.

“I didn’t realize that I did that,” I say, setting my fork down.

“Go ahead and enjoy your meal,” he says, sitting back in his chair and waving his hand at my plate.

I am almost finished, but the way that my pulse is racing and how heated I am between my thighs, I’m not sure if I can eat the rest of my meal without it turning into a sexual fiesta.

“I’m finished,” I say, pushing back from the table.

“Did I ruin it for you?” he asks, still sitting back in his chair, watching as I move to the trash to empty the remnants of my dinner.

There are only a couple of carrots left and a bite of spinach. The lamb and potatoes are completely gone.

Rubbing my belly, I answer, “No. I just want to leave room for dessert.”

I turn my gaze to the baked apple crisp that’s been cooling off for the last hour.

“Are you ready for it?”

“Actually, I am,” I say, rinsing my dish.

Ambrose comes up behind me and takes the dish from my hand. Slipping it into the dishwasher, he says, “You’re my guest.”

“Yes, but you cooked for me. The least that I can do is repay the favor by cleaning the kitchen.”

“No, the least you can do is repay the favor by giving me a kiss,” he says, standing and pulling me into his arms.

“I...my breath might not be the best right now.”

Ambrose leans towards me. “You’ve been avoiding this all day. I’m thinking you don’t want to kiss me.”

“Nothing could be further from the truth.”

“Then kiss me,” he challenges.

I give him a quick peck and pull back. His eyes grow wickedly teasing as he leans in and bites my neck. I moan, and then he moves from my neck to my shoulder, tugging at the t-shirt as he goes along. When he finishes that, he comes back up and captures my lips, catching me off-guard.

The kiss is smooth and sensual, yet sweet and slow. When he finally pulls back, Ambrose releases me. I’m still standing there with my chest heaving and my hands balled into fists.

He moves around me and heads back into the dining room. I watch him from the open kitchen as he grabs the rest of the dishes from the table and brings them back into the kitchen.

“See, kissing me isn’t so bad, is it?”

I know he’s playing with my senses. I know that he’s turning me on purposely to drop my defenses, hoping that I will weaken and forget about the proposal that I made.

I’m not doing it. It doesn’t matter how horny I am or how wet my panties are. I’m standing on this, damn it!

“No, it wasn’t,” I say, closing my eyes and breathing deeply. “Can we eat dessert now?” I ask, walking to the cabinet and removing two dessert plates from his overhead glass door cabinet.

“Grab a couple of bowls while you’re at it. I bought some ice cream to go with it.”

“What flavor?” I ask, removing the bowls.

“Your favorite, French Vanilla.”

“What? You remembered?” I gasp, turning around and smiling at him.

I do a little shimmy dance when he holds the container of ice cream up for me to see.

“I never forgot anything about you, Bryn,” he says sweetly, walking back in my direction.

He sets the ice cream on the counter beside me and moves to grab an ice cream scoop, a knife, and two spoons.

Ambrose moves directly behind me, reaches his arms around me, and lifts the cover from the dessert tray. I feel his arousal pressing against my ass as he reaches his other arm around me and then slices the first piece of apple crisp.

“Mm, that smells delicious, doesn’t it?” he asks, his nose nuzzling the side of my neck as he sets the apple crisp on a plate.

I don’t say a word but remain as still and as rigid as possible.

“I hope these apples aren’t too hard for you,” he says, slicing another piece.

I close my eyes and bite my top lip before popping my eyes open again.

“This should be good and juicy. Just the way that I like it,” he says, scooping another slice as the maple syrup, brown sugar, and honey bubbles to perfection.

I inhale deeply and stifle a moan.

“Could you...could you please move?” I plead in a weak voice.

“Oh, I’m sorry, baby. Didn’t mean to suffocate you,” he says.

“Let me just grab this ice cream,” he says, reaching past me and allowing his elbow to brush the side of my breast.

When he moves his arm, my body is fully aware of every inch of him. My nipples are erect, my belly is humming with butterflies, my sex is throbbing, and my mouth is watering to taste him. Not just a kiss but more, so much more.

I’m not going to fail. I’ll just be rubbing one out tonight in my bed alone. I move away from the counter the moment that he steps away.

I grab my dessert and a fork and head into the living room.

“Don’t you want some ice cream?” he calls after me.

“No, I’m fine,” I say in a high-pitched voice.

“Are you sure that you don’t need something to cool you off? It felt like your temperature was rising.”

“I’m perfectly fine.”

“Thought you told me that it was kind of hot earlier.”

“Yes, it was, but I’ve cooled off,” I say, moving briskly to the living room.

Within minutes he follows me and hands me a bowl of ice cream.

“Just in case you change your mind,” he says.

I eye his dessert with two scoops of ice cream on top of his baked apple crisp. It looks delicious. I spoon my ice cream out of the bowl he handed me and place it on top of my apple crisp.

We spent the rest of the evening watching some adventure movie whose name I couldn’t recall if someone paid me a million bucks. All I could think about was how Ambrose made me feel.

***

“I must be crazy,” I whimper, sliding the vibrator across my clitoris. “I had a sexy, hot-blooded man with a big dick ready to penetrate me, and I’m settling for you.”

Just as I say that the vibrator shuts off as if to teach me a lesson about my lack of gratitude. I flick it back and forth and then groan when I realize the batteries have died. Hopping out of bed, I go to my storage drawer and look for batteries, but I can’t find any fresh ones.

I toss the vibrator across the room in frustration and return to grab my Rose toy. I need something to slip deep inside of me, and I don’t think the Rose will suffice tonight, but I’ll have to work with it.

I head back to bed and climb inside again.

Pulling my satin teddy up around my hips, I plant my feet on the bed, spread my thighs apart, and flick the Rse on. I’m satisfied when I hear the strong, vibrant hum and feel it shaking in my hand.

I press the Rose against my clitoris and let it sit there for several seconds until I cannot take the pressure any longer. The pulsating of the tongue against my clit is driving me insane. I slide it down between my sex, dragging it up and down as I drench the toy with my juices.

My left hand drags up and rests on my belly as my hips arch up, pushing my ass off the bed as I drag the Rose further down my sex. My hand travels up and pinches my nipple in sweet pleasure.

Oh, my goodness, how I wish this was Ambrose. How I would love to have him in my mouth. With that thought, I set the Rose aside before I return to my toy drawer. I riffle through my selection and find the dildo that reminds me the most of Ambrose.

Returning to my bed, I grab my phone and flick on my Roku app. I use it to pull up a porn site that I frequent.

After I queue my selection, I set my phone aside.

A tall, dark-haired man steps into a shower with a curvy, dark woman. I watch as he removes the loofah from her hands and begins washing her body. When he finishes, he rinses her off, and then she washes him.

Afterward, she lowers to her knees and takes him into her mouth. Reaching for the dildo, my hand knocks into my phone. I shove it aside, grab the dildo, pull it into my mouth, and grab the Rose once more.

Increasing the speed, I drag it between my flesh, rocking my hips to receive maximum pleasure as I suck on the dildo, moaning at the scene playing out before me and at my own heightened pleasure.

My moans compete with the actress on TV as we both reach a fevered pitch. Her moans are more shrill than mine.

As I watch the scene, all I can see is Ambrose in that shower and me on my knees. He may not have had me in his bed tonight, but one way or the other, he did win. He’s all in my head.

It was all that I could do to not run from his car and back into my house when he dropped me off. When he suggested he come in and check the house for safety measures, I told him no. I knew that if he stepped foot in here tonight, I would lose the fight completely.

Now, as I lay moaning in my bed with my sex dripping and my throat opening wider to take the dildo back further, I make up my mind that the next time, I’ll give in to him.