Straining it through the sieve, she pressed some plastic wrap on the surface and ran a hand over her forehead. That was a close one.
“Wow, that was intense. I thought going into a burning building was tough.”
“Don’t be silly. What you do is the tough part.” She was very aware of the danger that came with being a fireman. There had been a couple of occasions she’d nearly lost her dad because of it. She recalled being at the hospital waiting for news on his condition. Her father’s left leg was covered in burn scars from being trapped. For a short time, they’d thought he’d lose his leg, but he’d gotten through the surgery and grafts.
They made the strawberry compote that she was going to mix with the ice cream, before moving onto the jam.
Dwayne was a keen learner, and he listened to all of her instructions. By seven o’clock, they were sitting out in her yard after enjoying some grilled steak, eating some of their homemade ice cream.
She had a churner, which made it so soft, and stopped any of those horrid ice crystals from forming.
“I really enjoyed today,” he said.
“Me too. I didn’t expect you to be so into making ice cream.”
“With how this tastes, I expect you to bring me many different flavors. I take it you do them?”
“I do. Apart from when I’m heartbroken. There’s never enough ice cream for me to enjoy.” She licked her spoon clean, and when she glanced over at him, she saw that his gaze was on her lips.
“When you do stuff like that, it’s hard for me to remain a gentleman.”
She didn’t say anything. Her pussy was already growing slick at the promise in his eyes. She knew exactly what he saw when she licked the spoon, and her own gaze landed on his body. There had been a few times today she’d been distracted by his body near hers.
It had been a long time since she had sex. She didn’t even know if she was any good at it.
Sex had always been something she thought would be amazing, earth-shattering, but often, it had been boring and lackluster.
“Tell me what you’re thinking about?”
“Lackluster sex.”
This made him laugh. “I can promise you being in my bed would be anything but.”
“I’m sure a lot of men say that.”
He stared at her for several seconds. She wondered what he was thinking about when he placed his glass on the table. “Come here.”
Putting her glass down, she stepped close to him, ignoring every single warning going off inside her head.
He reached out, taking her hand, and she stopped across the sunbed, straddling him. His hands went to her thighs and he moved them up, gripping her hips before drawing her down to sit on him.
Through her thin shorts, she felt the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out.
“Sex is whatever you make it.” His hands moved down her thighs before sliding up and resting inches away from her pussy.
Her nipples felt incredibly tight, and it took every single ounce of control not to beg him for more.
“Tell me to stop.”