Page 84 of Into The Light
A small digital alarm clock on her bedside reads 7:55 pm. I remember it reading just before seven when I dozed off. I stretch, yawning.
God, I'm still shaken to my core by the wild, wonderful, unexpected experience with Noelle. Simply having the privilege of getting to strip her lush, sexy body naked, piece by piece, was overwhelming and amazing. But then to be able to touch her? To have those huge, luscious tits in my hands? To kiss them? And her ass. Her pussy. Everything about her is fucking perfect. And she allowed me to touch her. She let me make her feel good. Let me give her an orgasm. I followed instinct, listened to the sounds she made and the way her body responded, and just tried to give her everything I possibly could. I feel like I succeeded—according to her, anyway, I certainly did.
But good god in heaven—being touched by her? Her small soft hands wrapped around my cock? Her mouth? I never in a million years would have expected that.
I'm lost in thought when she comes into the room. I sit up, raking her with my eyes. She's wearing nothing but an oversized T-shirt. It doesn't quite cover her butt, so the lower curves playpeekaboo as she walks. Her tits sway behind the cotton with every step, and her long thick legs are bare and smooth.
“Hey you," she says, carrying a tray to the bed. Her gaze takes me in—the blanket shifted off me as I slept, rucked around my thighs. I tend to run hot when I sleep, so I often end up uncovered. "You're smiling."
"I am?"
She giggles, nodding. "Yep. Big ol' grin. Never seen you smile like that."
She sets the tray on the bed, revealing two plates, each bearing a huge pork chop, a pile of rice, and broccoli sprinkled liberally with seasoning and parmesan cheese; also on the tray is a bottle of wine, an opener, and two goblets, as well as silverware and strips of paper towel for napkins.
"What's got you grinning for the first time in your life?" She asks, her voice light and right, happy, teasing.
“You." I jut my chin at the tray. "What's all this?"
She shrugs. "Dinner." She crawls onto the bed on all fours, snuggling in beside me, sitting up. "I, um…worked up an appetite, if you know what I mean." Her cheeks flush, her grin widening.
"Why do you think I'm smiling?" I say, reaching for the tray and pulling it close. "But…I woulda helped."
She cups my jaw. "I wanted to do this for you. Bring you dinner in bed. You make me so happy, Bear. And when I’m happy, I like doing things for the people I care about. I enjoy cooking." She hands me the bottle and opener. "Can you open this, please?"
"Sure."
Never opened a bottle of wine before, but I've seen it done on TV in the dayroom, where a TV was always playing something. I figure it out easily enough, and the cork comes free with a pop; I pour some of the ruby red liquid into each goblet.
She takes one and clinks it against the one in my hand. "To us," she says. "And our future together."
"To us," I echo, but my mind is stuck on the second part of her toast.
Our future together.
I like the sound of that.
"What's that future look like?" I ask. It's not a question I would have even thought to myself just two or three months ago.
She slices a piece of meat instead of answering right away, but I can see her thinking as she chews. "I don't know. I guess that's what I'm excited about—figuring that out with you."
I try the porkchop: it's incredible, unsurprisingly. Juicy, tender, well-seasoned. I force myself to eat slowly, savoring each bite.
"What about you?" she asks. "You have any ideas about the future?"
I shrug. "Dunno. Haven't given a lot of thought to it."
"You should." She dabs her lips with the napkin, scoops rice, and then nibbles a piece of broccoli. "You have a future, now, Bear. A bright one. What do you want it to look like?"
"Today." The answer pops out unbidden. My cheeks burn. "Not just…sex. Everything. Being with you. This—eating together."
She smirks at me. "But also the sex."
I nod, letting my smile answer hers. "Definitely that."
"And alotof that, hopefully." She spends a while eating, and then looks at me again, setting her fork down. "Is it okay if we…um…keep taking it slow? Sex, I mean. I want our relationship to be…strong. Based on the right things."
"Absolutely," I say.
