her up, placed her up on the counter, pulling her body close to the edge. Her legs spread wide like an eagle, he buried his face into her sweetness, licking her like an ice cream cone. He was determined to make this session all about Brandi. Although he wanted to go deep inside her, he wanted more to let her know that he’s not a selfish lover. She had mentioned how selfish her ex was when it came to sex, there was hardly any foreplay unless she was doing it to him.
The last girl he was this intimate with was his ex, Tori. Neal looked up as Brandi’s head fell back against the cabinet; her legs trembled from excitement as Neal held them up with both hands. Every time her body shook, Neal got harder. He massaged her clit with his tongue, making love to her with his mouth.
Brandi danced on Neal’s tongue until she reached climax. With a proud grin, Neal got up off his knees, mouth glistening, and kissed Brandi deeply.
He held her face, looking into her sexy eyes, “This is my sandbox.” He pecked her on the lips and walked out the kitchen.
Chapter 8 Brandi stumbled into the condo, hands filled with grocery bags from Trader Joe’s. Neal rushed over to help her out.
“Brandi, you should’ve called me so I could’ve helped you carry these bags, girl.” He carried a bag in each hand into the kitchen. “What’s this?” He peeked into each bag as he placed them on the counter.
“I’m making you dinner since you made me breakfast. It’s just something light. My mom always made a really nice pasta salad for us on those summer days when she didn’t want to be in front of the stove too long. She normally makes it with thin spaghetti noodles, pan seared chicken strips, bell peppers, onions, and red wine vinaigrette dressing. You toss it all up, serve warm and there you go! I don’t eat wheat so I’m using black bean pasta instead. Hope that’s okay with you?”
“Wow…yea, that’s fine. I love black beans, so I’m sure I’ll like the pasta. I’m just surprised you’re cooking. I can’t remember the last time I had a woman cook for me…even Yoanna never cooked for me.” He laughed.
“Well, I’m not Yoanna,” Brandi said, matter-of-factly.
“No, you are not, my dear. No. you. are. not.” He watched her as she took the groceries out of the bags. That was the thing that scared Neal the most; Brandi was not like Yoanna, in a lot of ways. That also made this “arrangement” more difficult than he thought it would be.
“Okay, Neal, do you want wine or beer?”
“You know I actually like when you call me Mr. Calhoun, it sounds so damn sexy coming from you.” He leaned over the island and placed a wet one on her lips.
“Well, Mr. Calhoun , beer or wine?”
“Whatever you’re having my dear.” Brandi poured them both a glass of wine, they toasted each other and she shooed Neal out of the kitchen so she could get started cooking.
Neal looked for candles in his bedroom while Brandi prepared dinner. He wasn’t really the candle type but Yoanna had left some behind when she moved out. He pulled down the shoebox from his shelf in his closet; there were two medium sized red, cinnamon scented candles in the box, along with a long lighter with a handle and a few tea light candles.
Neal took out the two cinnamon candles and the lighter. He walked into the dining room, and grabbed two small, glass saucers that Yoanna used to use as candle holders from his dining buffet. He placed the lit candles on the dining table then walked into the kitchen to check on Brandi.
“How’s it going, sweetie?” He hugged her gently around her waist.
“About five more minutes, and it’ll be ready.”
“Great, we can use the dining table. Just call me when you’re ready.” Neal kissed her on the cheek and poured himself more wine. He sat down on the couch in the living room. This felt too comfortable. Like a real couple. Cooking for each other. Sweetie this, baby that. Pet names? What was going on
The last girl he was this intimate with was his ex, Tori. Neal looked up as Brandi’s head fell back against the cabinet; her legs trembled from excitement as Neal held them up with both hands. Every time her body shook, Neal got harder. He massaged her clit with his tongue, making love to her with his mouth.
Brandi danced on Neal’s tongue until she reached climax. With a proud grin, Neal got up off his knees, mouth glistening, and kissed Brandi deeply.
He held her face, looking into her sexy eyes, “This is my sandbox.” He pecked her on the lips and walked out the kitchen.
Chapter 8 Brandi stumbled into the condo, hands filled with grocery bags from Trader Joe’s. Neal rushed over to help her out.
“Brandi, you should’ve called me so I could’ve helped you carry these bags, girl.” He carried a bag in each hand into the kitchen. “What’s this?” He peeked into each bag as he placed them on the counter.
“I’m making you dinner since you made me breakfast. It’s just something light. My mom always made a really nice pasta salad for us on those summer days when she didn’t want to be in front of the stove too long. She normally makes it with thin spaghetti noodles, pan seared chicken strips, bell peppers, onions, and red wine vinaigrette dressing. You toss it all up, serve warm and there you go! I don’t eat wheat so I’m using black bean pasta instead. Hope that’s okay with you?”
“Wow…yea, that’s fine. I love black beans, so I’m sure I’ll like the pasta. I’m just surprised you’re cooking. I can’t remember the last time I had a woman cook for me…even Yoanna never cooked for me.” He laughed.
“Well, I’m not Yoanna,” Brandi said, matter-of-factly.
“No, you are not, my dear. No. you. are. not.” He watched her as she took the groceries out of the bags. That was the thing that scared Neal the most; Brandi was not like Yoanna, in a lot of ways. That also made this “arrangement” more difficult than he thought it would be.
“Okay, Neal, do you want wine or beer?”
“You know I actually like when you call me Mr. Calhoun, it sounds so damn sexy coming from you.” He leaned over the island and placed a wet one on her lips.
“Well, Mr. Calhoun , beer or wine?”
“Whatever you’re having my dear.” Brandi poured them both a glass of wine, they toasted each other and she shooed Neal out of the kitchen so she could get started cooking.
Neal looked for candles in his bedroom while Brandi prepared dinner. He wasn’t really the candle type but Yoanna had left some behind when she moved out. He pulled down the shoebox from his shelf in his closet; there were two medium sized red, cinnamon scented candles in the box, along with a long lighter with a handle and a few tea light candles.
Neal took out the two cinnamon candles and the lighter. He walked into the dining room, and grabbed two small, glass saucers that Yoanna used to use as candle holders from his dining buffet. He placed the lit candles on the dining table then walked into the kitchen to check on Brandi.
“How’s it going, sweetie?” He hugged her gently around her waist.
“About five more minutes, and it’ll be ready.”
“Great, we can use the dining table. Just call me when you’re ready.” Neal kissed her on the cheek and poured himself more wine. He sat down on the couch in the living room. This felt too comfortable. Like a real couple. Cooking for each other. Sweetie this, baby that. Pet names? What was going on
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