I'll Be Seeing You

  "We can try if we are gentle,” she says, picking up on my hesitation. “She's still a little tender, but I would love to be with you in other ways, Doctor."

  "I'm just happy you're here with me.”

  She touches my face again; much like she did the day she was seeing me for the first time. After she thoroughly looks at every square inch of my face, she asks me to take her home.

  Letting Conrad out of his kennel is the first thing we do when we pull into the driveway. He eagerly jumps off the tailgate and takes off running.

  "He won't run off, will he? I have three acres he can run on, but if you think he’ll run off, we'll bring him in," I say, watching him as he sniffs around the property.

  "He won't run off, but let's not leave him out too long. Maybe ten more minutes?"

  "Sounds good. Okay, let me show you round. There's five short stairs here, then a short step over the threshold." Her feet confidently take the stairs by kicking her foot out to touch the threshold, stepping over it like she's done it a thousand times.

  "When you enter the front door, you enter into a large foyer. There's a table just inside the door, to the right. There’s an arched doorway to the left that leads into the formal dining room, and to the right is the grand living room." Guiding her deeper into the house, I point out the stairs. "There are thirteen steps in all that lead to the second floor bedrooms. I have one on the main floor that Rebecca uses sometimes when I have a dinner party.

  "Who’s Rebecca?" she asks, feeling the wall that leads to the kitchen and family room.

  "She’s my housekeeper. She lives down the street with her elderly father, but I think once he passes, she’ll move in here full time. I can keep her pretty busy, and with the board from New York coming next week, I’ll be hosting a dinner party, so she’ll sleep here," I explain.

  "The board is coming here? To Seattle?"

  "Oh, shit, I forgot to tell you; I've passed the first round. They want to come to see the facility and the more detailed research that I didn’t take to New York."

  "I’m so excited for you." She stops moving and turns to hug me. "This sounds like it's really going to happen for you. When are they coming?"

  "They’ll be here next Thursday and Friday. They’ll tour the hospital and I’ll make my presentation and then I’ll host a dinner party here on Thursday, On Friday night, they’ll go to Trinity night club," I explain as I guide her to the kitchen.

  "So, I won't see you for a couple of days next week, then?" she asks.

  "Well, I'd invite you to the dinner but, honestly, Joy, it’s boring, and that’s no lie. We’ll be talking about medicine the whole time, and I won't do that to you. If their spouses were coming, I’d have you right by my side," I explain, hoping she won't feel that I don't want her here.

  "Yeah, you’re probably right. I can work late on the book. Oh, I forgot to tell you. Mr. White has let Scott go. He’s bringing his son in to do the male part of the story. Since Scott’s part wasn't very far along, Mr. White is having Peter start from the beginning of the story, and is tossing out Scott's work altogether."

  "Peter?" I ask, wondering if I'll have to fight off another admirer.

  "Matthew, please, baby. You have got to get over this." As soon as I hear her call me that, I pull her to me.

  "Say that again."

  "What's that … baby?" she giggles knowing what I want.

  "That's so fucking sexy." I devour her mouth, never seeming to get enough of her.

  “You call me that in the dark, and you won't walk for a week little girl."

  "Mm, I'll remember that." She returns my kiss with the same passion and ardor that she’s receiving.

  "Now," I say with ragged breath, "let me show you rest of the house."

  "Conrad!" she gasps, suddenly remembering that he’s still outside.

  "Oh, shit, hold on.”

  I run through the foyer to the front yard calling for Conrad, but he doesn't come. As soon as I whistle though, he comes barreling around from the back of the house, through the doorway. After sliding across the tile, he struggles to get his footing looking like a newborn foal on a frozen pond.

  "Okay, let me show you the rest of the house," I say, taking her arm again.

  After the tour, we sit on the couch for a while, sharing a bottle of wine and discuss Thanksgiving, Laura and Jessie, and the people coming from New York. Watching her stifle several yawns, I suggest bedtime and get up to turn out all the lights. Scooping her into my arms, I carry her upstairs to my room.

  "Matthew, are you going to carry me every time we go to bed?"

  "Absolutely," I answer, kissing her cheek.

  Entering my bedroom, I use my elbow to flip on the switch just inside the door then set her down near the edge of the bed.

  "Do you want your bag so you can change into your pajamas?" I ask, watching as she shows no inhibitions by lifting her sweater over her head. Suppressing the gulp that tries to escape me, my eyes widen seeing her stand before me in a mocha colored bra with black lace overlay. My mouth waters when she slides her jeans over her narrow hips exposing its matching thong. It’s my undoing when she removes her bra, holding it out to the side by a dainty strap, and letting it fall to the ground.

  "Damn,” I mutter.

  Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I take her by her hips and draw her to me, placing her comfortably between my thighs. Then lifting my mouth to her, I suckle her breasts, teasing the pink rosebuds with my tongue.

  "Mm, you taste so good, baby."

  Standing there with her hands resting on my shoulders in nothing but a barely-there thong, I turn her around, admiring her perfect bottom. Slowly, I remove the strap of material from her hips and watch the thing strip of material appear from between the fleshy orbs.

  Laying her down upon the bed, I reluctantly pull away from her, but am satisfied when I take in every inch of her beauty. I’m powerless to resist the feel of her porcelain skin and my fingertips glide down the length of her body. Starting at her shoulder, my fingertips skim over her breast, stopping long enough to teasingly pinch her hardened nipple, ending at her feminine wetness between her legs. Not able to wait a moment longer, I swiftly remove my own clothes to join her, feeling every soft curve of her body against mine.

  "Do you know how beautiful you are?" I ask, looking into her sightless eyes.

  "No, but I know how beautiful you make me feel. I feel it in your touch … the way you caress me. I feel cherished when you touch me like this."

  I could not have said it any better than that, and when she runs her small, delicate hands through my hair to pull me down to kiss her, my body hardens even more for her.

  "Matthew?"

  "Hmm," I answer, nibbling the soft and sensitive skin behind her ear.

  "I want to try something." My mouth ceases its movement.

  “Yeah?” I reply, interested.

  Sitting up, she rolls me onto my back, her hands gently moving across my chest. Teasing my nipples like I do hers, she bends down, kissing and toying with them. Seeing her mouth on me like that is very sensual.

  Straddling my thighs, she skims her hands up and down my stomach and chest. When she finds the thin line of fleece on my lower stomach, she lowers her head and runs her tongue up and down the sensitive skin. Sitting up again, seemingly to stretch, forcing her breast outward, I reach to cup them in the palms my hands, running the pads of my thumbs over the puckered tips. Shaking her head at me, she places my hands on her thighs, patting them, indicating she wants me to leave them there.

  Continuing her seduction, she pulls her hair off one shoulder, transferring it to the other, exposing her neck to me.

  Then, lying her body down over mine, her breasts gently touch my chest while her mouth seeks mine, kissing me deep with need. Wrapping my arms around her, I hold her close, and that’s when she grinds herself onto my cock, making me shudder at how close it is to paradise.

  When she reluctantly ends the kiss, she reaches between our b
odies, taking hold of my cock, stroking it with feather-light touches. I shudder when she holds me steady in one hand and literally pets it with the other. It’s when her soft touch reaches the sensitive rim that I want more … need more. When the warmth of her hands disappears, I open my closed eyes and inhale as she spreads my legs, kneeling on her knees between them.

  Oh. Fuck.

  All that I can hear in this quiet room is my heavy, raspy breathing. I feel her warm breath on me and I nearly come anticipating the moment she takes me into her warm mouth.

  "Baby," I whisper, grabbing the sheets in my fists.

  Wrapping her hands firmly around me, she licks me from the base to the tip, and my eyes widen. Her sweet tongue swirls around the tip, and then I feel the hot wet warmth of her mouth. Suddenly I feel cold air. Her sexy mouth is gone.

  "Please, Joy," I whisper in desperate need for more.

  "Please what, baby?"

  Oh, you little tease.

  "Joy, if you don't finish what you started …" I say, throwing my head back, groaning.

  With that, she lowers her mouth on me again, taking me down as far as she possibly can, her tongue tasting me.

  "Mm," she moans.

  Then the experimenting begins, starting with her testing how much she can take into her mouth. She allows the tip to rest at the back of her throat and after several attempts, I feel her relax. I'll be fucking damned if her throat doesn’t open up and she takes most of me. She gags at first, but after she tries it a few more times, she’s able to open her throat and take it all.

  "Oh, Joy, baby, that feels so good," I say in a near whimper. I love touching her face along her jaw, feeling her mouth work over me. "I'm close, baby. If you don't want me to come …"

  She doesn't stop. She engulfs me with even more enthusiasm, and as she does, her hands lower, gently cupping and tugging on my sac, and I'm wondering where in the hell she's learned all of this. I quit trying to guess as my body readies itself.

  "Oh, Jesus, Joy … baby, I'm coming … ah fuck!"

  My body turns rigid as I release into her mouth, shooting down her virgin throat.

  Propping myself up on my elbows, I watch as my girl takes all of it. It is a true sight to behold. After she releases me, I reach down and pull her up to me, and she tucks her arms around my neck, holding me tight.

  “Oh, baby, that was … that was … so good,” I say breathlessly.

  "Did I do it right, Matthew?"

  “Oh, baby that was … that was … perfect," I whisper, still unable to speak. I wrap my arms and legs around her even tighter, feeling my love for her course through me.

  "I'm glad, because I have no idea what I’m doing," she giggles.

  "You do everything right, baby. You do what you feel is in your heart. You are beautiful and pure," I say, rolling her onto her back, running my hand down across her breasts, past her stomach. "I love you, Joy," I say, slipping my hand between her thighs, feeling how exceptionally wet she is.

  "Did my girl enjoy herself?" I ask as I position myself between her thighs, licking my lips longing to taste her.

  "Now, my sweet, it's your turn."

  CHAPTER TEN

  There is no better way to wake up than having your girl tucked tight up against you.

  Wide awake now, and snuggling close to her, I recall the first day I saw her sitting at the window, absorbing the sun. I can't believe it took me three months to approach her, and now, here she is, lying in my bed.

  How do I convince her that I believe my procedure can cure her blindness? She’d gotten angry when I asked to see her medical records, so I can see her flipping out when I suggest my surgery. Who would blame her for not wanting another examination, though? It's a long, difficult process to endure and by the size of her medical files, she's been through a lot. With that in mind, and after giving it lengthy thought, I’ve decided to wait until after the holidays to approach her about it.

  "Are you awake, baby?" she asks in a sweet voice.

  "Yes," I whisper, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. "Did you sleep well?"

  "Mm …" she purrs as she rolls onto her back, stretching like a feline, granting me a full view of her beautiful body. "I did. I didn't know how wonderful it was to sleep next to someone," she says, turning her face into my chest.

  "Someone?" I ask, nuzzling her neck.

  Rolling onto her side, she faces me, rubbing herself against my needy cock. She shows it no mercy.

  "Um, Matthew?" she giggles as we grind our hips against each other.

  "Yes, Joy?" I answer, burying my face in her hair, which is a mad, beautiful mess on my pillow.

  "Are you going to … do you plan on … you know?"

  I chuckle at her attempt to ask me if I plan to make love to her.

  "I mean, I think we should wait until tonight at least, if that's okay. She's still a little sore, especially after you spent so much time down there last night."

  "I know. I'm sorry. I'll leave you alone for a few days. I shouldn't have done that last night. I just can't resist you when you’re laying here, looking so beautiful and inviting. What you did for me last night was unbelievable, baby. That was truly amazing. You are amazing.” Pulling her on top of me, I hold her hard against me, wishing like hell, I could have her again.

  "We need to hurry if we want to catch the ferry,” I say, smacking her pert little ass. "I’ll let Conrad out."

  "Do we have time for some coffee?” she asks, throwing her arms and legs around me.

  Not wanting to do to her what my body is craving, I push away from her and jump out of bed.

  "You stop that, you little brat. You are pure evil. You, my love, are an evil-doer," I shout from the bathroom. After a quick shower, I come out and find her sitting cross-legged, patiently waiting her turn.

  "Let me help you, baby," I say, guiding her into the bathroom. First, I face her toward the sinks. "This vanity has two sinks. You can use the one on the left when you are here." Watching her feel the countertop in search of her sink, I take her shoulders and turn her around. "Over here is another door where you will find the toilet and immediately to the left of that is the shower. It has seven shower heads, use all of them; I do." Taking her by her shoulders again, I guide her to the right of the shower.

  "And over here is the spa tub. You can use it anytime you want, except for this morning. We need to hurry a bit, all right?" She nods her head in understanding. "Are you okay? Do you need help with anything?"

  "No, I'm fine."

  "You take a quick shower while I make the coffee and take care of Conrad. When I’m done, I'll help you down the stairs.

  "Okay. I’ll be ready in fifteen minutes," she affirms.

  "All right, I'll see you in a few." I sneak another peek at her perfection once more before turning to leave.

  After I hurriedly step into a pair of worn, comfortable jeans and a pullover sweater, I run downstairs to make coffee and let Conrad out for a much-needed break. He has a blast, chasing a small rabbit around the yard. I can’t help but laugh when he nearly ploughs head first into a tree in the process of losing it in the low bushes.

  After he does his business, I call for him to come back inside and hurry to get a cup of coffee for Joy. Just as I enter the kitchen, I’m stunned to see her at the counter pouring coffee into two large mugs.

  "J … Joy?" I stutter. "How … when …?"

  "Matthew, just because I'm blind doesn't mean I can't see my way around. It just takes me a little bit to get acclimated plus, I have my laser cane right here.

  I’m familiar with the new prototype, having purchased two for my clinic. The patient uses the cane similar to the one already in existence, only the laser cane sends a warning signal that an object is in the path, allowing you to move around it. I’m hopeful the cane gains approval because it’s already useful for my patients, and for Joy as well apparently.

  "See, you turn it on here, and when you aim the beam across the floor, it beeps or vibrates when there's
an obstacle." Her face glows, showing me her toy. "I love this thing; it really helps in situations like this. I use Conrad mainly for outdoors, but when I'm inside, in a new environment, I like to use this."

  "That's amazing. You have the most state of the art equipment, Joy. I’m definitely impressed." Taking her into my arms, I hold her tight to my chest. "You’re not the one that has a problem with an impairment. It’s me that has the problem remembering that today isn't the first day of your blindness." She giggles into my chest at my admission.

  "You ready?" I ask.

  "Yes. I have my bag next to the door upstairs. Would you bring it down with yours?"

  "You bet," I say, before stealing a kiss before making my way to the stairs.

  ~.~

  "Okay, baby, we’re boarding." Following the cars ahead of me, I drive onto the boat. "Have you ever been on the ferry before?"

  "Yes, quite a few times actually. Will you take me on deck?" she asks excitedly.

  "I sure will. Let's grab our coffee and go sit topside. It's a beautiful day." Carrying a thermos, I help Joy find a seat in one of the chairs on the deck that overlooks Puget Sound.

  "Tell me what we're looking at, Matthew," she says nonchalantly, taking a sip of her coffee.

  "Well, the ferry just pulled away from the dock and the Seattle skyline gets smaller the further away we sail. You can see the Island in the far distance in front of us. It's about a thirty-minute ride from Seattle to Bainbridge. The Island has so many trees that are all different colors at this time of year. The water is blue today and the wind is low, so we are in for a nice, calm sail." Looking over at her, she smiles and nods at my descriptions.

  "Off to your right is a large cargo ship in the distance, and a little further out is a large fishing vessel sailing out to sea. It's really pretty out today." Smiling, she moans and lays her head on my shoulder.

  "Very nice description, Doctor," she says sweetly.

  Once we arrive at the Eagle Harbor dock, I drive off the ferry and head toward my house on Eagle Harbor Road. It's a short drive, and I can't wait to show her around.